sayonara or ciao, baby, it's all the same to me
Monday, May 30th, 2011 02:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
erikaHad a huge fight with my mom today. This is very rare; she and I get along quite well on normal occasions, but she was pissed off today because she found out I has internet access (through tethering) and she doesn't, you know, because I kinda got it shut off due to a DMCA notice. (Yes, I was using PeerBlock.)
Since she's addicted to facebook games, yeah... it upset her she can't access them and I kinda can. I don't fucking play them anymore, but somehow it led to a fight anyway.
A fight over internet connection. Oh gods, we're addicted.
I was thinking about getting a job, mainly so I could move out, but I'm going to be taking 16 credits this fall and I just don't think I have the spoons for it. My SSDI is less than $900 a month (and that's counting food stamps), so if I got a job where my net pay was 10 dollars an hour and I worked 10-15 hours a week, I could probably afford to move out but ... I honestly don't think I can do it. Not and go to school more than full time. If I had successfully finished a full time semester before, I would try, at least, but I haven't.
There is a room in a co-op house available for $269 a month—that would leave me money for everything else, but I'd also be living with 20+ other people. zomg leavemethefuckaloneeeeeee!!1!1!!eleventy.
Amusingly, my bank called me again (this is the third time in the last year) to verify purchases. It's not that I don't appreciate it, it's just that you'd think they'd have a note in my account by now, something along the lines of: college student who gets her loans then buys tons of weird shit off the internet.
(Including 80 dollars worth of buttons & some magnets from this awesome etsy shop (WARNING, THAT IS AN ETSY LINK). ... yeah, I can't explain that one, really. I'm not even manic! [or bipolar!]
They're really fucking awesome buttons, though. I just gotta say. I'll take pics when I get 'em.)
Updates on various things I've mentioned recently:
Ellen: still hasn't replied to my last email. I'm a little worried that she doesn't want to be friends anymore. My therapist suggested I reach out to her if she hasn't contacted me a few days from now.
My intuition—let me show you it—says that I don't really need her support. This is bolstered by two tarot readings I've gotten over the past few days, both extremely well done, bypanda and recessional.
Chance: hasn't tried to contact me. . . . I am not okay with this, but whatever. I told him to fuck off, so he's doing the gentlemanly thing (probably) and letting me be the one to get back in contact. Or he hates my guts, one of the two.
My circling meme for the mentally ill on Dreamwidth is going well. It reached two pages, at the mo', and I personally have gained at least 5 dwlisters from it. (Hi! I talk a lot!) So far I've only had negative feedback from one person, as well, which I appreciate.
Heath: Did I mention I'd broken up with him? Let's see. -checks entries- No, no, I did not. Well, I broke up with him, like, two weeks ago. I'm not really broken up about it, as you can tell, having totally forgotten to mention it.
Since she's addicted to facebook games, yeah... it upset her she can't access them and I kinda can. I don't fucking play them anymore, but somehow it led to a fight anyway.
A fight over internet connection. Oh gods, we're addicted.
I was thinking about getting a job, mainly so I could move out, but I'm going to be taking 16 credits this fall and I just don't think I have the spoons for it. My SSDI is less than $900 a month (and that's counting food stamps), so if I got a job where my net pay was 10 dollars an hour and I worked 10-15 hours a week, I could probably afford to move out but ... I honestly don't think I can do it. Not and go to school more than full time. If I had successfully finished a full time semester before, I would try, at least, but I haven't.
There is a room in a co-op house available for $269 a month—that would leave me money for everything else, but I'd also be living with 20+ other people. zomg leavemethefuckaloneeeeeee!!1!1!!eleventy.
Amusingly, my bank called me again (this is the third time in the last year) to verify purchases. It's not that I don't appreciate it, it's just that you'd think they'd have a note in my account by now, something along the lines of: college student who gets her loans then buys tons of weird shit off the internet.
(Including 80 dollars worth of buttons & some magnets from this awesome etsy shop (WARNING, THAT IS AN ETSY LINK). ... yeah, I can't explain that one, really. I'm not even manic! [or bipolar!]
They're really fucking awesome buttons, though. I just gotta say. I'll take pics when I get 'em.)
Updates on various things I've mentioned recently:
Ellen: still hasn't replied to my last email. I'm a little worried that she doesn't want to be friends anymore. My therapist suggested I reach out to her if she hasn't contacted me a few days from now.
My intuition—let me show you it—says that I don't really need her support. This is bolstered by two tarot readings I've gotten over the past few days, both extremely well done, by
panda and recessional.Chance: hasn't tried to contact me. . . . I am not okay with this, but whatever. I told him to fuck off, so he's doing the gentlemanly thing (probably) and letting me be the one to get back in contact. Or he hates my guts, one of the two.
My circling meme for the mentally ill on Dreamwidth is going well. It reached two pages, at the mo', and I personally have gained at least 5 dwlisters from it. (Hi! I talk a lot!) So far I've only had negative feedback from one person, as well, which I appreciate.
Heath: Did I mention I'd broken up with him? Let's see. -checks entries- No, no, I did not. Well, I broke up with him, like, two weeks ago. I'm not really broken up about it, as you can tell, having totally forgotten to mention it.
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