Ugh… So yeah I’ve been pretty inactive.. Posting every now and then. Replies to roleplays are slow and sleep feels like pretend…

Okay let’s begin…


I FUCKING HATE PAINTING, I WILL NEVER PAINT FOR FUN AND IT IS THE DUMBEST JOB IN THE WORLD!!!

I’ve been working with my parents… -____- A lot lately. For some reason I’m not getting the satisfaction most get from it.. Probably because I’m not getting paid. But The money goes to bills so in a way I sort of am… I find myself getting more and more frustrated every day with this stupid bullshit, For other reason I wouldn’t find comfortable ranting about in a journal.

My dad and I pulled down a fucking thirty foot tree yesterday, spent most of the day gathering branches and shit putting them in perfectly organized piles because Amy wanted us too. Today, I painted non stop, got a sun burn ontop of my one from yesterday. My hands hurt I have white paint all in my hair, and on my arms that the showers can’t even get off. My feet hurt from climbing up and down ladders. My arms ache from holding them up over my head and reaching to paint. My back hurts… and I have menstrual cramps. Oh yeah… Right now I am so loving life =__=; I want to be a writer or Historian or something…. Any thing that DOES NOT involve FUCKING CONSTRUCTION!

I’m too tired and my hands hurt too bad to draw. I need a larger variety of music on my mp3 player. Tomorrow I have to get up at seven and do the same painting over again because it needs a second coat so it means more sunburn and discomfort. I feel bad because I haven’t gotten to talk to my friends, All of whom are on the computer and live all across the word… I went to sleep last night at one am... slept until nine am... and it didn't feel like I slept at all. It’s an hour’s drive to work and all I do is sit there and listen to music because the only book I have that I haven’t read is… What ever the second book of twilight is called, But I hate the fucking book and would probably bitch the whole time I tried to choke down, the moronic, waste of paper, That illiterate dumbass, of a supposed author called a novel. I might have a good book somewhere around here, Maybe read Eragon again or looking glass wars.

To Fudge: I FUCKING LOVE YOU TO PIECES, SORRY I HAVEN’T TALKED TO YOU IN A WHILE. I MISS YOU! <3

To Mallory: THANKS FOR BEING SO GREAT! ;A; You are to nice! <3


Um… All for now… I need a shower…