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TGIF! Right? Though then it just means I can't make important phone calls because places will be closed for the weekend. Sigh. Never enough time.

I went on a kick the other night with bookmarking a whole bunch of crap on Overstock.com. Well, pretty much rugs. Then I felt self-conscious and decided to quit bothering the Sugar site and instead to the Wist thing. But I had forgotten all my Wist info, so I made a new one. But this time I used my real name and everything. I dunno if that means then that when people search my name on the web they'll find that, or maybe if they were to go on to Wist and search my name they'd find stuff I like, or perhaps it's all nice and confidential. I was kinda hoping that maybe if someone went to Wist in search of me they would find then what I liked and surprise me. Hehe.

So, my mom went off on me last night like never before. It was truly insane. I really wish I could write everything down and maybe make a book, or possibly a movie. Gosh, really. I do not know where to even begin. Yeah. Not good times. Wish I could be so lucky as to have boy troubles like some of my friends. Gosh, I know someone who just recently spent $6,000 on new blinds and $2,000 on a new shower door. This is a guy, too, mind you, and he's what, like 22 or something now? Blah. That's what happens when you're a super smart and accomplished MIT grad I guess, and come from a good family. My head hurts.

Blahhhhhh I'm all over the place.

OH! I just saw that I'm featured on CasaSugar. Isn't that so cool?! It's totally an honor! I feel so special! For whatever reason, I thought I was hated. I worry that I comment too much sometimes. And of course with it all being just writing, sometimes the tone of voice can't come through and then be misunderstood. I really never intend to be mean, though I know sometimes my jokes may come off as such. I dunno. Just guess I'm goofy all the time or something. I dunno what I'm writing now.

Ummmmm. I like the froggy umbrella that's featured in the Sugar must haves. Too bad I don't have a kiddy of my own to use it. Gosh, I have so many kids toys and clothing downstairs, I just wonder how much of it I should keep in hopes that some day my kids could use them. Though who knows if I'll even be a parent? For all I know, this PCOS could make me infertile, and I don't have a clue how I'd be able to carry a child with all the psychiatric meds that I take (and I have no idea how I'd be able to live without them, at least this point in time). Blarg. There was a point in my life that I wished for having health problems: it started out that I wished I could have glasses and braces. I got the braces, but so far no need for glasses (even though everyone in my family wears them, isn't that odd?) Then I wanted to have, well, it was more that I wanted to be diagnosed and treated for what I felt for the longest time was depression and PTSD. Turns out years later I was actually able to get to a doctor and be diagnosed and treated, but a lot of the damage had already been done. And then things got worse depression-wise, and I blame that on not having a proper diagnosis of bi-polar disorder (and it runs in my frreakin' family, blarg). Anyway...my head hurts. I don't know why I'm blabbing on about this stupid stuff. None of it makes sense, and it's all over the place. Guess I'm just enjoying hearing my fingers type type type away.

It feels dry in this house. I feel it in my nose and head. Could do a shower I guess, but our bathroom isn't that inviting. Maybe next time I'll post a photo of my bathroom and see how people would recommend making it more inviting for me. I think I'll gather some photos of bathrooms I like.

BLAH! Gosh, just get to thinking about all the drama and troubles in my life. Gotta clear my head. Gosh my head hurts. It's killing me staying here. Gotta get out. But...yeah, I shan't get into the sh*t going down here. Yet. Save it for my memoirs. Or at least a more coherent post.

ok bye for now.
xoxo