So my blogging has been mad spotty lately. I apologize for that, for those of you that do click back to see what I'm up to.
I've been in a bit of a Mood lately, and semi throwing myself a pity party, for reasons unknown. I have also decided not to share said pity party with the interwebs, lest you all think I am a whiny little bitch, mostly because I can't even pinpoint the reason I am not happy, save for a few vague ideas.
I don't have much to be unhappy about. School's over (still waiting for marks but that's normal at this point), I'm not a million miles from home anymore, I just started a new job that I like and the money will be rolling in soon to take care of finances...life should be pretty good. So why I am in a mood that I can't shake is baffling me.
Either way, if my blogging or Twittering is quiet for a bit, excuse it. I'm just trying not to share my stupid rain cloud with you.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Spotty much? Why yes.
Posted by The Grown Up Teenager at 7:44 PM 2 comments
Labels: disclaimer, pulling away
Monday, February 23, 2009
How far back did I lose you?
Isn't it weird when someone who you would expect to know you quite well does something stupid and mundane that proves they really have no idea?
My mom came home with a painting for me. The woman who waxes my eyebrows did it...she's on some Zen trip, and painting is her way to make others happy, which is supposed to make her happy. I don't know, but whatever floats her boat, right? She asked my mom which I would like: yellow or blue. My mom picked yellow.
My favourite colour is blue.
My favourite colour has been blue since I was in elementary school. I wear blue, I decorate with blue, I like blue. Do I really need to say more on how out of touch with who I am my mother has suddenly become? It freaks me out, possibly more than it should, that she couldn't pick something I'd pick in colours. Not taste, clothes, style, anything else. Just a colour. Am I freaking out too much over something stupid?
(Disclaimer: I'm an equally opportunity colour person. I don't hate yellow, although sometimes its a little too in your face happy. But anyone who knows me knows that, if given a choice between blue and green, its blue every time)
Posted by The Grown Up Teenager at 9:13 PM 4 comments
Labels: parents, pulling away