one-legged

So on tuesday I badly sprained my ankle,

sounds bad but then not too bad right?

Sure it could have been worse, I could have damaged my back or anything else.

But when the doctor said I need to be in bed for a week or more and not do anything except have

my fucking foot in the air, its kind of daunting.

a) I can't shower freely, actually I can't shower - I have to get into the undersized bath sitting in my own filth. My mum washes my hair with a pot.



b) I eat and eat and eat but I don't move, and you know what that means...



c) I actually have few other options but to study for my exams.

d) I have missed out on approximately 4 parties.

e) I can't fucking groom myself. My eyebrows are growing back madly and in weird patches, I haven't properly exfoliated in days so my skin is lumpy, I'm getting pimples.



f) I was meant to have a haircut I'm already overdue for and yeah its fucked up my hair looks like my grandmothers hair (dad's side) which is...interesting to say the least.

g) I also have to watch my mum clean the house all day and waste her life away because since i was the only other person whoever did anything its all up to her now, apparently no one else in the house can follow through with what they do and I TOTALLY agree.

Anyway whatever I cant wait to be fucking beautiful again.

Never ever look back (believe me)

Okay so I just got my online statement for my spending this month - and I've done pretty well actually, I thought I would compare it to the months going back.
Then I got to november-january of 08 and saw that I somehow earned the amount of money I earned last financial year in a two month period and then spent it all in that two month period.
I really didn't believe it. That's fucked up and irresponsible.
I really had no control over my spending last year in that time.
That's fucked up.
I really don't even know what I spent it on.
I could have gone on a fucking holiday!
I did put under half in savings which I still have - but that is still a lot that I spent in a short time.
I'm glad I don't spend like that anymore.

I don't understand why you have to pick the weekends I have things on that I can't get out of.
For the past two months I have been at home on Sundays doing nothing.
You don't invite them over.
But today, the day I have to go for a group assignment you invite them over.
And then, you have the nerve to make me feel guilty for it.
"Oh it's okay, you don't have to see your Grandparents if you don't want to..."
What the fuck kind of comment is that?
It isn't that I don't want to see them, but honestly we've had MANY opportunities to go see them and it isn't my fault you picked an inconvenient time.
I hate it when this happens.
I really do, and you know what there is nothing I can do about it.
I've tried suggesting we go down to see them but there is always one excuse or another.