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why are we in an igloo?
Meant to hang out with Jenny and Andrew yesterday, but I canceled due to me being in a grumpy mood in general and then getting into a blow-out fight with my mom (somewhat because of the grumpy mood, but also because she was in a grumpy mood and was thus being unfair about things). To give perspective, though, my mom and I used to have blow-out fights all the time and don't anymore, mostly because I'm on medication which, although it's perscribed to combat my ADD (and works!) is meant to be an anti-depressant, which... I've realized at this point I probably need as much as a ritalin alternative or whatever. When I'm not on the meds, I feel irrationally moody and emotional and short-tempered, which is the way I used to feel all the time and which I now realize is... not normal. And when I'm on the meds, I feel... normal.
In any case, I hadn't yet taken my meds that morning, and I'd forgotten to the day before as well. (I can go one day without them, but two days = NOT GOOD.) So yeah, blow-out fight ensued, and I figured I should just walk to the mall and get something to eat to give us both time to cool off.
Wonderful aftermath you do want to hear about:
About halfway to the mall, I decided to sit down on the sidewalk and untense a little, since I was still kinda messed up, and then, from behind the gate-thing I was sitting by, this cat comes over to me and meows and meows at me to pet him, totally cheering me up. It was the best thing ever, and this other cat came out too, though he kinda stayed back and wasn't as friendly. During the course of my petting the cat and giving him attention, my mom called and apologized and we made up, so everything was all good, and at that point, I decided to look at the cat's collar and find out the name of the adorable, wonderful, attention-seeking kitty that had brightened up my day and made me feel okay again.
And what do I see?
PETEY
...No, I am not joking. I of course concluded that the other, less-friendly cat must have been named "Natey," but I suppose I'll never know. :(
In any case, I continued to the mall and got pizza and See's candy. And then my mom picked me up and we got groceries and on the way home, I got to drive my dad's Mustang convertible, a Mustang convertible that I may ACTUALLY END UP GETTING. KAJSKDD
When I was a little, little kid, growing up and having a convertible was one of the dumb, unrealistic kiddy dreams I had, but someohow, my dad ending up getting a bronze Mustang convertible way back in '01 or so that I was supposed to inherit later down the line, but of course my dad fell in love with it and I figured that'd never really happen, since srsly, who is spoiled and lucky enough to inherit a fucking Mustang convertible as a first car?
...WELL, ME, APPARENTLY. My dad is getting a new natural gas car that'll be paid for by his work since he's switching jobs and going to be an environmental consultant in Irvine, and my mom wants to give my blue Volvo (the Volvo I love so much and CRASHED augghh) to Evan to learn to drive in since it'd be so expensive to insure him on a Mustang, and not so much for... me.Even though I crashed my goddamn Volvo, wtf, mom, but WHATEVER I'M NOT COMPLAINING.
Downsides to this are, of course, that if I even nick the Mustang (even though it's far from perfect--it's got a good amount of stuff broken on the inside and it apprently leaks when it rains), my dad'll kill me, and that I already have my Petrelli sticker on my Volvo, a sticker which I wouldn't want to put on the Mustang, since... hey. It's a fucking Mustang. Also, I'm already paranoid I'd rear-end someone with the huge front akjazdfk D:
Upsides to this are, of course, HOT DAMN A MUSTANG.
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As I drove home, I felt all badass and pretended I was Dean. <3333Or Hughes, since, you know, I was riding a Mustang.
Oh, and I had the brilliant idea of making HEAAAAAAAAT OF THE MOMENTTTTTT my ringtone for my alarm to wake up in the morning. I will hate it as much as Sam by the end of things.
And I am slowly becoming a scary beast at Guitar Hero. Beat Slash on Expert and I'm at the second-to-last bracket on GHIII now, all of whose songs are... impossible. D: I do believe I will develop carpel tunnel and tendonitis at this rate, nngghhh WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF.
In any case, I hadn't yet taken my meds that morning, and I'd forgotten to the day before as well. (I can go one day without them, but two days = NOT GOOD.) So yeah, blow-out fight ensued, and I figured I should just walk to the mall and get something to eat to give us both time to cool off.
Wonderful aftermath you do want to hear about:
About halfway to the mall, I decided to sit down on the sidewalk and untense a little, since I was still kinda messed up, and then, from behind the gate-thing I was sitting by, this cat comes over to me and meows and meows at me to pet him, totally cheering me up. It was the best thing ever, and this other cat came out too, though he kinda stayed back and wasn't as friendly. During the course of my petting the cat and giving him attention, my mom called and apologized and we made up, so everything was all good, and at that point, I decided to look at the cat's collar and find out the name of the adorable, wonderful, attention-seeking kitty that had brightened up my day and made me feel okay again.
And what do I see?
PETEY
...No, I am not joking. I of course concluded that the other, less-friendly cat must have been named "Natey," but I suppose I'll never know. :(
In any case, I continued to the mall and got pizza and See's candy. And then my mom picked me up and we got groceries and on the way home, I got to drive my dad's Mustang convertible, a Mustang convertible that I may ACTUALLY END UP GETTING. KAJSKDD
When I was a little, little kid, growing up and having a convertible was one of the dumb, unrealistic kiddy dreams I had, but someohow, my dad ending up getting a bronze Mustang convertible way back in '01 or so that I was supposed to inherit later down the line, but of course my dad fell in love with it and I figured that'd never really happen, since srsly, who is spoiled and lucky enough to inherit a fucking Mustang convertible as a first car?
...WELL, ME, APPARENTLY. My dad is getting a new natural gas car that'll be paid for by his work since he's switching jobs and going to be an environmental consultant in Irvine, and my mom wants to give my blue Volvo (the Volvo I love so much and CRASHED augghh) to Evan to learn to drive in since it'd be so expensive to insure him on a Mustang, and not so much for... me.
Downsides to this are, of course, that if I even nick the Mustang (even though it's far from perfect--it's got a good amount of stuff broken on the inside and it apprently leaks when it rains), my dad'll kill me, and that I already have my Petrelli sticker on my Volvo, a sticker which I wouldn't want to put on the Mustang, since... hey. It's a fucking Mustang. Also, I'm already paranoid I'd rear-end someone with the huge front akjazdfk D:
Upsides to this are, of course, HOT DAMN A MUSTANG.
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As I drove home, I felt all badass and pretended I was Dean. <3333
Oh, and I had the brilliant idea of making HEAAAAAAAAT OF THE MOMENTTTTTT my ringtone for my alarm to wake up in the morning. I will hate it as much as Sam by the end of things.
And I am slowly becoming a scary beast at Guitar Hero. Beat Slash on Expert and I'm at the second-to-last bracket on GHIII now, all of whose songs are... impossible. D: I do believe I will develop carpel tunnel and tendonitis at this rate, nngghhh WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF.
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That's awesome about the car, dude. I know I'd be nervous to drive anything like that, so you're a braver person than me.
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Ahhh, less brave and more spoiled. 8D Though yeah, it'd be scary to drive that thing on my own and to try not to... crash. D8 AGAIN.
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I'm dead over here, thx. XDDDDDD
Also, aww, animagus!Peter came to cheer you up.
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And YEAH, he sure did! <3333
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