The not happy thread

Is this the same dude you blogged about? It sounded like he left that on a decidedly negative note.

 

Why is it that whenever anyone in my family is mad or irritated (namely my mom or my brother...it's rarely my dad) they take it out on me? Generally I haven't actually done anything and what they're pissed about isn't my fault, yet it somehow becomes my fault and all the irritation gets taken out on me.

 

I know how that feels, I'm so sorry

I hope it works out between you and your special guy, hopefully it was nothing---just be honest and let him know how you feel about it

I'm rooting for you

 

Whoah guys. I'm starting to feel at home here. Gannon posted a review once and Cogito stopped by to kindly correct the grammar on a terrible poem. I think I can really say with success that I'm feeling unhappy. But that goes.

Has anyone ever been impressed by the 80 or so poems I have on this website? If someone is that would be very nice.

 

did you get the several messages I sent you where I praised heavily your work?

do you even know who your fans are?

 

If that makes me incredibly happy does that mean I don't belong in this thread?

Seriously though, that's cool. Alright. I'm done. Why are you unhappy?

 

I'm not having a good day. I'm mad at people for not caring when they should care and I was stupid and did something stupid and now my friend is (very rightfully) mad at me and I just want to curl up in a little ball and cry.

 

Don't cry, Em!

 

We have a thief in either the cast or crew. Two people have been ripped off during rehearsals this week. I REALLY don't like that I am working with someone who is a thief, and I have no idea who it is. We are trying to do a show together...people need to keep their petty larceny out of it.

 

*sigh*

Back to the essay...

 

If it's stuff being stolen out of pockets/purses, then you could put a mousetrap in your pocket/purse. Then you can protect your possessions, and the thief will be easily identifiable as the person who winces when you shake their hand. Or the one who's screaming "My hand! My hand! Oh God, my hand!"

 

Well, I suppose it is possible, it's just that I don't often get comments from people I don't know.
I posted that video on the 13th and got that comment on the 14th. Incidentally, that user who commented also joined youtube on the 14th of. Almost as if they joined, then commented.

I passed the video around here at work so people could listen if they want and got that comment not too long after.

Oh, well. I'm not going to worry about it.

Thanks for all the love, guys!

 

You should say something at work, dude, if just for the laughs you'll get out of it.

'Hey guys, guess what? Some prick left a really poor, obnoxious comment on my video. Who's lame enough to do that?' and then grin. And then come on WF and tell us about it

You could prolly tell by whoever blushes...that'd be cool..

 

Yeah, Cog, same guy. That night on the phone was beautiful, but now it's almost been two days, and not even so much as a text from him. I fear the worst, yet again. Sigh.

 

Yay. I get to study WWII and the Holocaust again.

I just don't think I can see the word Holocaust and not go anti-German. I mean, I know they've more than made up for it even to today but still...

I just hate having to study that period. All those poor people...

 

By not studying such an historic event and forgetting it would be just as bad.

 

It's WARM out. Like, WARM WARM.

 

What's the temperature?

@ Speedy- I know what you mean, but still...

 

Like, in the SEVENTIES. Or even EIGHTIES.

I'm weird. My mood and the current temp are like a seesaw. The lower the temp/crappier the weather, the brighter and happier I am and vice versa.

 

I may have left myself with precisely not-very-much time to complete a complex piece of work.

On the upside, I have discovered that unusually, wearing a pair of clear-lensed glasses serves as both a concentration aid and also stops me from falling asleep. Or maybe that last one is the sound of Pendulum in my headphones.

 

got into another fight with my father today, I think I hate my stinking family

I can't wait to get some kind of income so that I can move out of this stinking hellhole

I'd rather live in an alley than live here with these jackals

 

I am sorry Jonathan.

 

After having another nightmare about the Vets giving me bad news about my doggy, and waking up in floods of tears, my mum has finally booked her in for this afternoon.

Her tummy keeps squeltching, her fur has become very thin, and she has bad gas. Sometimes she can poop, others it seems like she can't.

We thought it might be worms but the tablets haven't helped. So, now that my parents have the money, we're taking her.

Other than that, she's been her normal, happy, excited self...which is strange. Also, she's eating and drinking fine.

I'm just so, so frightened of what the Vets could say. I feel sick with worry. Please, please, please for the love of god, let Pebbles be OK

 

I'm sorry to hear about your pet problems, Ash.
It's very hard to be powerless when someone close to you is sick or in pain.
You have my sincere condolences.

Here's to hoping that everything turns out alright.

 

Aww poor Pebbles.

I know what you're going through Ash. Sometimes vets can be so cold when they make a diagnosis, no wonder you're scared.

Most dogs tend to be happy even when they're sick. My friend's dog died this week and she was happy and wagging her tail right up until the last couple of days. I'm sure your dog is fine but as long as you are giving her all of your love she will be happy