The not happy thread

hopefully. thank you for listening to me whine. i feel like i still owe you. i'm the one who had the mouse freak out panic attack a month ago or so if you remember. so thank you for both.

thank you too coldwriter

 

I'm always around to listen. No problem with it and no charge. haha

 

You're welcome

 

Sorry to hear everyone's family troubles, I know how much of a let down families can actually be sometimes. Some people might look down on those that live far away from their families, but in all honesty, families can be poisonous, and that's hard to understand if you come from a family that's never had feuds. For your own sakes, its best to steer clear. Wishing you a lovely Christmas with those that love you
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Today was supposed to be my special day with Matt. It hasn't happened He called me at 3am telling me he's come down ill with a stomach virus quite suddenly, and he hasn't been out the bathroom since - it's now 3pm in the afternoon, and he's been throwing up since about 1am last night. He's had just 1 hour of sleep in total. Poor hunbun

Obviously he was far too ill to travel to me and it's best he stays home...but god, why do these things have to happen? We've been so looking forward to today

He says if its just a 24 hour thing, and he's better after a good nights sleep tonight, then we can have our special day on Christmas eve. I'm not sure he'll be 100% by then, but fingers crossed for some miraculous recovery.

Well wishes to Mattie, get a speedy recovery hun. x

 

I hope your husband gets a job so you guys can move, too. That sounds like an incredibly frustrating situation.

Man, I'm so sorry you had to go through that, especially with everyone you could rely on for support so far away. I hope that your holidays get better!

Ouch, poor Matt! Why do people always get sick at the worst possible times? I hope he feels better for Christmas Eve.

 

I subluxated my left shoulder in the shower this morning. It didn't hurt too bad when I did it..but the muscles are reacted now and it is getting sore, especially when I type. Sucks.

 

I @#$%-ing hate my brother. He always does incredibly stupid stuf he knows will provoke me, and then laughs about it. And since I have a very short fuse, it almost always ends up in me hurting him, and yet he still does it. It's so difficult to control my temper when I'm around that kid.

Little brothers are horrible.

 

Sorry for that, Gi. I know how you feel, my brothers do that to me ALL the time, but I try to ignore them... they CAN actually be fun at times.

Hmm... my knee is hurting for a reason I don't know. I got up at 4.30 this morning, so I'm pretty tired and I want a hot bath and a massage... I want someone to wrap my presents and to finish typing my story... I want to stop complaining.

 

Be prepared for about ten feet of snow.

 

I'm the same with my little sister, except I get in more trouble because she's the "baby girl" of the family...ugh.

 

I'm depressed because on the way home from Target (I do all my x-mas shopping at the last minute), I almost hit a German Shepard dog on Main Street. He didnt even move; I'm really glad I was paying attention or I would have killed him. I pulled over and tried to call him over, but as I began to approach, he ran away from me. I chased after him for a long time and finally went back to my car to search for him that way. After two hours, I finally gave up. It's dark now, and I hope he's all right.
During my search, two other cars stopped and asked me if I was looking for a dog. It turns out there were two of them, and one of them was picked up, but the other one kept running. The owner was contacted, and so I hope she's out looking...

It's dark and Christmas Eve eve and I really hope he's okay. The only thing that gives me a little comfort is that four people are looking for him... I have three dogs, and when I saw that dog run away from me, I see my dogs standing in the middle of Main Street, just waiting to be hit by a car. For this reason, I fxcking hate cars. It makes me cry.

 

As is mine. But I know just why: I managed to dislocate the stinking thing again. Most people who stub their toe on the vacuum cleaner rub it to stop the pain, whereas I experience my knee popping out of position for the third time this year.

So I spent my birthday on crutches and now Christmas. I hate this year.

 

My aunt passed away earlier this evening. Rest in peace, Nancy.

 

I think my dog is dying, or at least sick. I lost my other dog last year around this time as well

 

My December payday has come and gone, and the funds have failed to materialise in my bank account.

My boss is off enjoying her holidays, so I probably won't get this resolved until January, unless I bother her at home, which I don't want to do. . . Totally screwed up my plans for this month. Something always goes wrong in December.

Damn, that sucks. December isn't your month either, it would seem. What's wrong with your dog?

 

My father's actually having a similar problem, though at least his boss will be around on Monday.

As for my dog, he's losing his appetite and energy, and having trouble breathing. I'n going to have to take him to the vet tomorrow. Breathing problems aside he's behaving similar to how he did when the other dog died last year. I'm kind of hoping he's somehow remembering it. He's getting old though, and it's been a bad year for him.

 

I am tired of watching my girlfriend have things happen to her that I can't help or control whatsoever. I want to help, I do whatever I can, but most of the time it's impossible. I'm so frustrated. This time is the most infuriating. I'm at my parent's house for the holidays, and I'm working everyday. She's up at school because she works over there, and she is supposed to visit her parent's house for Christmas. Now a huge blizzard shows up and she probably won't be able to go to her parent's. She's stuck in a cold dorm room, by herself, for Christmas. I want to be with her and I want to help her, but I can't because I'm stuck. I love her so much, and I want her to have a good Christmas, but I can't do anything. This year has been hard on me, and this doesn't help at all. I can't say I'm a fan of listening to my long-time girlfriend cry in the phone and not being able to help. F*** Christmas break.

 

God: I have a Christmas present for you, Jen.
Me: Really, what is it?
God: It's a UTI. Merry Christmas.
Me: NNNNNNNooooooooooooooooooooo!

 

My throat is beginning to feel better, but now I have that "Oy, I haven't eaten enough" feeling in my head.

 

Rant thingamawhopper. Forgive me, but I have to get it out somewhere, and the not happy thread is as good a place as any, 'specially if I'm not actually making anyone else read it. My journal will also receive a similar deposit.

Spoiler

While I'm decently happy that it's Christmas Eve, I'm rather ticked because a) my ten-year-old cousin (I'll call her Shanna) is also at my grandparents' house, b) said Shanna is supremely annoying, even for a ten-year-old, c) said Shanna follows me everywhere d) said Shanna doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut e) said Shanna is always in the way if I want to have an actually interesting conversation with my brother and other cousins f) said Shanna is a whiner and a fit-thrower and is forever bickering with her brothers, g) said Shanna constantly condescends to me and everyone else, and h) I am the assumed babysitter and constant entertainer of said Shanna. And believe me, she needs a whole lot of entertaining. "Whadda ya wanna do?" "I want to talk to Stephen and Elliot and Jordan, Shanna." "But waddaya wanna do?" I have nothing against ten-year-olds as an entire . . . eh . . . genre . . . but this one is particularly immature and aggravating. At least she doesn't stoop to the level of snooping around in my diary and stories and laptop, and she actually goes to sleep at night, 'cause, seeing as how I'm her assumed best friend by everyone else, we're in the same room. And she doesn't snore, and when she's tired she stays quiet and is snuggly. So I guess I shouldn't be ranting . . . but it's done me good, I think, so that I can now cheerfully go to Shanna's cafe of plastic food on plastic dishes. Oldest person I saw play with those before Shanna was a four-year-old. Oh, well. Her brothers have their annoying points, too, but in Shanna they're all distilled and intensified, plus being added to a few original ones. Argh.

Wow. I don't think I've ever gotten up to point h in a rant before, even in my diary.

 

I get my ACT results back on Monday, and I'm beginning to get really anxious about all of "it." Everything is just beginning. I'm supposed to know what I want to do with my life RIGHT NOW. And that's just scaaaary. Not becausae I don't know what I want to do with my life, because I do. I could tell you right off hand, but I'd probably blush a lot when I did. I just don't know how to get there. :/ People expect me, as a junior in HS, to know what college I want to go to and what degree I want to get and I just DON'T know.

It's just starting to get scary when that's the first question people ask once they find out what grade I'm in. I mean, the rest of my life will be affected by the ONE test I took two weeks ago.

So. I've been kinda down about all that. I just want to skip past this whole part and go straight to what I really want to do.

 

My cat, Priss, has gotten into a bad habit lately. When I'm sitting at my computer desk, she decides to jump up on it and sit down right in front of the monitor. Though she purrs a lot when up there and tries to get me to pet her, so I end up feeling bad at the idea of simply putting her back down onto the floor. Damn manipulative cat.

 

That is the problem with cats. I know I am totally ripping this off several different books, but you don't own cats - they own you. Stupid cats. And I fall for it, every time. Every. Time. They wrap me around their fluffy little paws and then extend their claws and say "Aha! You can't get away!" And I smile at them. It's sad.

Cheers,
lav

 

I'm not happy because my last bipolar medicine didn't work, which means we have to start over, AGAIN... and, the first few haven't worked, so we may be quickly running out of new options to try.

 

Understood -- I "got lucky" and decided what I wanted to do this summer. However my mother was in her 40s before she decided what she wanted to do.

As for your answer for those people: "What do you want to do?"
You: "Figure out what I want to do."