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Guess I'm feeling better today.
Honestly, I feel a bit of a brat. One dissappointment and I get all bitchy.
That said, that's also not totally fair. I'm used to disappointment. Albeit, some disappointments I can handle better than others.
I guess, mostly, it's that I was looking so forward to this concert and it didn't happen and I really wanted it to happen.
Then I build myself up to looking forward to going to Toronto, which WAS wild and crazy and otherwise generally not like me.
And, if I'd gotten SOMEONE else with a liscence to go up there with me, I'd have gone and, assumedly, had a great time and considered myself a wild and crazy guy.
I don't handle Social Disappointments well. I never have. When a bunch of my friends were in Seattle and I wasn't, I pouted. When people tried to come visit me and failed, I groaned.
When I missed a concert through no fault of the band (Fault of the CREW, but not the band), I get bitchy.
Add that to my list of things to work on, I guess.
(PS... when depressed about NOT going to a TMBG Concert, Mr. Me is *NOT* the appropriate song to listen to :p
Especially the end where They say, rather chipperly "He ended up sad. He ended up sad. He ended up really really really sad.")
Not much more I need to say at the moment, except that it's Too Fucking Early and the God Damned cats decided to try to wake me up at 4 fucking o'clock, so I'm trying to get tired again and go back to sleep.
I swear to god... I can understand why some people bring their pets back to the SPCA.
I sure as hell don't want a cat that comes in at 4:00 with the SPECIFIC GOAL of waking me up so I'll feed her EVERY FUCKING DAY.
And... you know? I fed her at 5:30 at night... so it's not like she's starving. I WATCHED her eat. She's always the FIRST to the bowl.
*sigh*
What I don't get.. what I *HATE* is that they all come (mouse and mystery) and pick on ME! There's TWO OTHER PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE and they come and pick on ME!
They're cute when I'm awake, but I HATE them when I'm sleeping.
I wish I could keep my door closed :/
Anyways... I guess I'll try to sleep again...
Honestly, I feel a bit of a brat. One dissappointment and I get all bitchy.
That said, that's also not totally fair. I'm used to disappointment. Albeit, some disappointments I can handle better than others.
I guess, mostly, it's that I was looking so forward to this concert and it didn't happen and I really wanted it to happen.
Then I build myself up to looking forward to going to Toronto, which WAS wild and crazy and otherwise generally not like me.
And, if I'd gotten SOMEONE else with a liscence to go up there with me, I'd have gone and, assumedly, had a great time and considered myself a wild and crazy guy.
I don't handle Social Disappointments well. I never have. When a bunch of my friends were in Seattle and I wasn't, I pouted. When people tried to come visit me and failed, I groaned.
When I missed a concert through no fault of the band (Fault of the CREW, but not the band), I get bitchy.
Add that to my list of things to work on, I guess.
(PS... when depressed about NOT going to a TMBG Concert, Mr. Me is *NOT* the appropriate song to listen to :p
Especially the end where They say, rather chipperly "He ended up sad. He ended up sad. He ended up really really really sad.")
Not much more I need to say at the moment, except that it's Too Fucking Early and the God Damned cats decided to try to wake me up at 4 fucking o'clock, so I'm trying to get tired again and go back to sleep.
I swear to god... I can understand why some people bring their pets back to the SPCA.
I sure as hell don't want a cat that comes in at 4:00 with the SPECIFIC GOAL of waking me up so I'll feed her EVERY FUCKING DAY.
And... you know? I fed her at 5:30 at night... so it's not like she's starving. I WATCHED her eat. She's always the FIRST to the bowl.
*sigh*
What I don't get.. what I *HATE* is that they all come (mouse and mystery) and pick on ME! There's TWO OTHER PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE and they come and pick on ME!
They're cute when I'm awake, but I HATE them when I'm sleeping.
I wish I could keep my door closed :/
Anyways... I guess I'll try to sleep again...
