obliviousally_lj

Sunday: Me and TJ wind up having to walk, in the cold, at 9PM, over to my mothers' house, allllthe way across town. Why? Because the hag is a fuck and nowhere will deliver pizza to us. Stayed over my mom's. Got food and watched cable. It was pretty nice, actually. The hag didn't call until 5AM. FIVE FUCKING AM. Said she was up half the night worrying about us. YOU FUCK! If you were fucking worried, you would have called when we didn't come back at MIDNIGHT. Or 1AM. >_< TJ said we were over a friends' and hung up. :D

Monday: Hung out at my mom's until the afternoon. Went home. Whee.

Tuesday: Went down to the car delearship where TJ's brother works. He hooked her up with a '94 Cavalier for only $1,300. :D Run's beautifully. She's gotta meet with her aunt tomorrow to get the cash for it, since the bitch doesn't trust her with the money. Plus, she's going to the dealer with us to pay for it. Then she wants TJ to start putting money back into the bank account it came from. Which is TJ's and was pt aside as a trust fund for college of whatever. It had around$3,000 in it a few years ago, now, apparently, it had under $2,000 in it. >_> I told TJ to tell the bitch whatever she wants to hear and as soon as those keys are in your hand, you don't have to do fucking anything. :D Screw them over they way they were doing it to you. ^_^ What goes around, comes around.

Today was...a day. We were gonna go up to Walmart to get a fuel filter for the car, and she dies on Elm Rd. Completely. TJ called her mom and she didn't do shit, as usual. So I called my mom and Bud came down and towed it to my grandma's place so we didn't have to take it all the way back home. He also brought me home and took TJ to work. Woo.

I might be getting the Escort, since TJ figures she'll get more for it if she sells it than if she trades it in. She's only gonnd charge me $400. Which is cool. And I can save up to get her a tune up and all that shit in the spring when I plan on getting my permit and shit. Then we'll both have a car. Oooooo. Ahhhhh. o_o

Now, I'm a little crampy. Just uncomfy. But I've got my happy heating pad and i took pills, so I'm cool. Might run to the store afterwhile for some more pop and something to snack on. Mmmm. Foodbits.

Gonna work on the doll I'm doing for Gurubii. Maybe try to draw something. TJ got an Alloy catalog in the mail yesterday and I'm really loving some of the clothes in it. :D

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.

I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.

I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.

What Poetry Form Are You?

I am, of course, none other than blank verse.
I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right;
And when I get there (if I ever do)
I might not recognise it. So? Your point?
Why should I have a destination set?
I'm relatively happy as I am,
And wouldn't want to be forever aimed
Towards some future path or special goal.
It's not to do with laziness, as such.
It's just that one the whole I'd rather not
Be bothered - so I drift contentedly;
An underrated way of life, I find.

What Poetry Form Are You?