First off,
mazohysteria's entry for the win!</strong></span></span></span>
Summary: Douche bag elitists who think Dir en grey sucks yet still go to their concerts are fucking retarded.I agree =]
Onto my shit, lol
I can't sleep again. It's harder and harder every day to get comfortable. Dahlia is only going to grow an inch or two more while she bakes in there, but she still has 3-6 pounds to gain and my belly is growing straight out. I don't have stretch marks or any of the hugely horrible things associated with pregnany, but sleeping is impossible, and I'm in a lot of pain every day from this hip problem.
Things are beginning to look up yet down at the same time. I miss making $400 a week at Wendy's. This paycheck is going to reflect 15 days of work and won't even be near that amount. They don't want me to be in a hirer position and I they only give me 15 hours a week if I'm lucky. I really hope I can find a new job after Dahlia is born. At this rate, by the time I start school I won't have the money for a car or my own place. =|
I hate being home alone during the day. It's very lonely, just me and my dog. No one to talk to, no friends here, no transportation. It's all very depressing to feel like I really have no purpose these days other than a seat warmer on the couch.
School starts January 11th, so then I'll have something to fill the days with, and Dahlia will arrive around then, so I will feel like I'm doing something. I hate not being productive, I hate just sitting and staring at the TV, I hate looking for things to do on the internet.
I just need to hang on for a couple more months and then everything will get better. Then bust my ass in school for the spring semester, take my nursing assistant training classes in the summer and get certified to work in a hospital...and then make decent money while I completed my associates in school.
So...just counting down the days until the camp out for Dir en grey begins. Then I'll be counting down the days til Thanksgiving and I can see my grandma. Counting down the days until my baby shower. The days until the Distant Worlds concert. The days til Christmas. Til New Years. Til school. Til my baby decides to pop out.
I'm playing a very shitty waiting game, it seems...