A depressing sort of day... (dA)

Tue Jan 6, 2009, 7:32 PM

* Mood: Depressed
* Listening to: Shattered - Britney Spears
* Reading: Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte

It has been one of those days. UGH!! The kind of day that no one EVER wants to happen, but happens anyway, because the world seems to HATE YOUR GUTS!

I knew it was going to be bad when I woke up at 1:40am, feeling like I had bugs crawling in my eyebrows. Then finding that there was something on my forehead just above my eyebrow.

Vaulting from the bed I flicked on the light and saw there was nothing but a little fuzz. This was followed by a thorough check of my head and then trudging back to bed. Once back in bed, I lay there, listening to my music blaring, trying to picture myself drifting back to sleep. I tried to imagine his arms wrapped around me and the world slipping away into a lovely dream. Maybe a dream featuring Marilyn Monroe or Pink ponies and rainbows :shrug: A girl has to dream of those pink ponies every now and again.

Unfortunately, this tactic didn't work and I remained awake until sometime after 3:30am.

Around 4am I was roused by the sound of someone leaving my room. As we had a break-in scare about a month ago, I was WIDE AWAKE in a flash. I waited for the figure to leave, then cautiously got up from my bed to check things out. I thought, for a moment, that it might be my brother who sometimes sleep walks.

When I went to check on him, I noticed one key difference betwixt him and my intruder: He wasn't wearing shorts. I quietly ventured to my mother's room and whispered,

"Mom."

No response. A little louder,

"Mom!"

Then, in the dark, my eyes focus and note that my mother is NOT in her bed.

I find her in front of the washer and dryer, wearing a pair of shorts.

"Mom," I asked. "Were you just in my room?"

Her casual reply was yes, that she had been in my room, because apparently my music was to loud and it was driving her crazy. So, it was another hour to calm myself to go back to sleep from that.

Then I over-slept (I was supposed to go and work for my aunt today), because my mom didn't wake me. Yes, I have an alarm, but I only try to get up when she does, because otherwise I'm up FOREVER (or so it seems) before we are finally ready to go.

Once again, I vault off my bed and rush across the hall to her room. She is calm and says she knows what time it is and that it had been raining ice this morning, so she was waiting before we would go. I asked if she had called my aunt to tell her (because Auntie worries like MAD if she doesn't hear from us, especially on bad weather mornings). Her reply? No, because her cell is out of minutes. As is mine. And my brother's hasn't been set up yet, because T-Mobile is a BITCH!

So from here it is a shower (one for Chris and one for myself). My hair is in an impossible tangle and I spend approximately 45 minutes trying to brush it out. I finally get it smooth enough to part it and braid it. It tangled again as I parted it, so I had to brush for another 5 minutes.

It was Noon before we got to my Aunt's house. We were supposed to be there at 9-ish. *sigh*

I hurry through my work, because I was supposed to be at the book store (Book Heaven, Christian Book store, don't you know?) because some of my friends were going to visit, including my boyfriend.

I get to the bookstore and speak to friend #1.

"I would come, but my mom says no because of the weather."

Friend #2: "I don't have a ride and my mom won't be home until later. Sorry."

Boyfriend: "Sorry, love. Feeling a little down today and I just need some time to myself."

So, I hurried and got all dolled up (specifically for the boyfriend) only to have no one show up. So I change BACK into my work clothes and pretend like it doesn't piss me off that today has been shitty.

Then I realize that I'm getting a headache because I haven't eaten at ALL and it is almost 5pm.

My aunt takes us out for dinner at Pizza Hut, but by the time we get there and get food I am nauseated and can't really eat much.

Now, I am sitting here at the library and the only thing I don't have to complain about is the fact that some VERY NICE people favorited my latest poem. That made me smile :D <---- See? That's a smile.

And, yes, I'm still listening to Britney Spears... At least it isn't Enrique Iglesias.

That is All.