Monday, October 12, 2009

12 in 12- October




I got my butt handed to me today in guitar hero. Apparently not playing for months hinders your ability to rock. I failed two songs back to back. On hard. For the first time ever. WTF.



A friend of mine recommended this game for the ds, and I managed to talk my mom into buying it for me. I hope it lives up to the expectations I have. He said it's a lot of fun, and since we have the same ds games, I figure our tastes are pretty similar.




I simply could not get warm today. No matter what I tried, my body still felt like a giant popcicle.




Laundry sucks to no end. It was one thing when I could do it in my own house, but now I'm forced to schlep it to moms. It's a tedious job.




I thought about raking the leaves on my yard today. Just thought about it. Didn't do it though.



My dog apparently believes he's king of the house. He also has figured out how to turn the bedroom light on to signal he has to go out. This sucks when it's at 6:00 am on your day off.



I've become completley uninspired by the written word lately. I have plenty of books to read, yet i've lost the desire to read. I'm not sure if it's because I just finished a stellar series or if I'm burnt out. I want to find my literary drive again.




I realized today that there is more snack food in the house for my dog than there is for me. That's good, since I'm trying to eat healthy, but now I know where all of my money has gone.



I really love my bedroom. It's such a relaxing and zen place. I did a good job decorating if I do say so myself. :-)



To this day, I still use my white board to stay organized. I did, however, find out that visa vis do not work well on this board. They run. No good.



This was my dinner for tonight but I wasn't hungry. Eggplant Parma and pasta. I'll take it to work with me tomorrow instead.



Anyone want a free one year old queen mattress??I got my tempurpedic which I love, and now I have nowhere to put my old mattress. It has some warehouse dust on it that I couldn't get off, but it's in great shape.

-- Jessica

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Distasteful conversation.

I get to mom's tonight, and she's fuming. My grandfather had stopped in to see her, and they had a conversation that resulted in my mother yelling at her father for the first time.

It starte out by him talking about my cousin's graduation dinner at the diner down the road. None of us were invited, but that's not really the issue. Something happened and something was said at that dinner to trigger negative thoughts of me by my grandfather. He told mom that he's disgusted that I'm living off of the state. What? I wish I was! It'd be a whole lot easier to pay for things. I get no state aid, bust my ass 40 hours a week and pay for everything on my own. No welfare, no food stamps. Nothing. I pay for my own health insurance too! Apparently because I have student loans, I'm living off of the state.

He was talking to mom about when I was a baby. My father beat my mother and tried to push her out of a window. Why?he was trying to hit me. I was 18 months old. Do I support this? No. Do I still love my father? Yes. My grandfather told mom that my father must have seen something in me and we both deserved it.

My grandfather believes I am living off of my mother. Yes, I'm sharing a car with her while I save for my own. Other than that, I do not ask her for a damn thing. Has she picked up a carton of milk for me while she was out? Yep. Have I done the same for her? Yep. I, again, bust my ass and do what I need to do for myself, and when I've needed assistance, I've gone to my uncle and paid off my debt in record time. (twice ever, once for online classes that needed the money up front. )

I know that my aunt Linda was at that dinner, and I know that for whatever reason she hates me. I know that in my 9 years of working, I have busted ass and worked harder than she has in her 50-some years of life. I know that I have helped her out numerous times without thinking twice, and have always been nice to her. (well, up until she started eating my groceries. )

Fuck her. Fuck them. I don't need a family full of spite and hatred. I have the Ropke side, an I still have some left on the Poppo side. Those who feel like talking negatively about me when they don't even know me can kiss my fat ass.