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May. 9th, 2005 10:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
generaljanuary9 days 'till schooltrip to the US.
*sigh*
Well I guess it's easy to guess what kind of mood I'm in when I start a post with "*sigh*"
Well I'll start with a happy news; I prolly won't have to move to Montreal, like I had thought. It seems my dad found some way around that bloody contract and we can keep the house after all. Unlike what it could seem like, this makes me hugely happy. I don't take well to changes at all. Changes mess with my head. They make me freak out. It almost killed me when my parent forced me to move into a larger room in the house. Truly. I don't think I could've beared it if I had had to change my lifestyle completely, move to another city. I mean, I've just begun to like my life, I've just gotten accustomed to the people around me. For once I feel okay. I know i wouldn't have been able to keep the facade up for long, even to please my dad. I mean, I've been accepted at St-Lawrence, the college I'm dreaming to go to since I first heard of it, I'm one of the most expreienced at my job and I'm finally getting some sort of respect, somehow I've grown a personality and people actually like to be around me. It'd have been horrible if I had to move. Somehow I think perhaps I wouldn't have survived it.
Who the hell invented 'A wench gave me birth, Let's give her flowers' day? Fuck that fucking pile of shite! God I hope the English teacher was only kidding when she said they could fine you for swearing in Virginia because my potty mouth can't seem to ever shut up. You realise you're losing your first language when the first word to come out of your mouth when you hit a toe on the corner of a wall isn't your first language. Somehow I guess me screaming "GODDAMMIT!" At the top of my lung is much less frowned upon than "CRISS DE CALIS DE TABARNAK" God I sound like some kind of uneducated hooligan from Vanier, slap me.
Anyway, I don't feel like talking about my mother and I don't feel like talking to her. Sure, I didn't mean half the things I wrote in that post from the other day, it was just to unleash my frustrations and blow off some steam. Better write insanities in here than hurt myself, I reckon.
*sigh*
Well I guess it's easy to guess what kind of mood I'm in when I start a post with "*sigh*"
Well I'll start with a happy news; I prolly won't have to move to Montreal, like I had thought. It seems my dad found some way around that bloody contract and we can keep the house after all. Unlike what it could seem like, this makes me hugely happy. I don't take well to changes at all. Changes mess with my head. They make me freak out. It almost killed me when my parent forced me to move into a larger room in the house. Truly. I don't think I could've beared it if I had had to change my lifestyle completely, move to another city. I mean, I've just begun to like my life, I've just gotten accustomed to the people around me. For once I feel okay. I know i wouldn't have been able to keep the facade up for long, even to please my dad. I mean, I've been accepted at St-Lawrence, the college I'm dreaming to go to since I first heard of it, I'm one of the most expreienced at my job and I'm finally getting some sort of respect, somehow I've grown a personality and people actually like to be around me. It'd have been horrible if I had to move. Somehow I think perhaps I wouldn't have survived it.
Who the hell invented 'A wench gave me birth, Let's give her flowers' day? Fuck that fucking pile of shite! God I hope the English teacher was only kidding when she said they could fine you for swearing in Virginia because my potty mouth can't seem to ever shut up. You realise you're losing your first language when the first word to come out of your mouth when you hit a toe on the corner of a wall isn't your first language. Somehow I guess me screaming "GODDAMMIT!" At the top of my lung is much less frowned upon than "CRISS DE CALIS DE TABARNAK" God I sound like some kind of uneducated hooligan from Vanier, slap me.
Anyway, I don't feel like talking about my mother and I don't feel like talking to her. Sure, I didn't mean half the things I wrote in that post from the other day, it was just to unleash my frustrations and blow off some steam. Better write insanities in here than hurt myself, I reckon.
