http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=213823

*snicker/evil grin*

My mom asked me to go on a walk with her tonight, and I thought 'oh great, we'll have an opportunity to do some catching up and I can finally talk to her about what's going on with me,' because I've been really depressed and antisocial lately. So we're walking, and I tried to tell her what was happening with me, in my head, and in my life. I started by trying to tell her the reason I don't like to go out is because I'm really nervous around people. What did she say? She told me that it wasn't true and she didn't want to talk about it. Just like that, the whole idea of talking to her about what was happening was out the window. I tried a couple of more times to let her know how I was feeling, but she ignored me or changed the subject. I got so frustrated with her that I started to get hornery. When that happened I just put as much distance between us as possible. It's a sad day when you realize you can't even talk to your own mom, or ask her for help. No wonder I'm so fucking depressed. And has she even talked to me once about how I'm doing or what I'm going through since my brother told her how depressed I am? Nope, not even a hint. Nothing. I don't get it, honestly. It's like to her, a good daughter is one she can forget about. So I'm going to stay down in the basement and hope she does (forget about me).

I just downloaded aol instant messanger. I'm going to give it a whirl, although I have certain doubts about it. If I start getting weird messages, emails, or other annoyances, my dislike for aol will be reaffirmed. Mwa ha ha ha. *evil grin* I'm in a funny mood. Too much energy, I suppose. What can a young woman do with too much time and energy? Get into trouble. No thank you, I'll stay right here and keep my feet on the ground. Or my ass in the chair, whatever the case may be.

If anyone needs a good laugh, and dislikes telemarketers as much as I do, then please proceed to the website I've listed below. I can gaurantee you with absolute certainty, you will not regret it.

http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=51270&perpage=50&pagenumber=1

I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't. Just for clarification, I moved to Virginia and back in with my mom and step-dad just over 2 weeks ago. I live in the basement, and rarely venture upstairs. The words have never been spoken, but I definetly get the feeling like I'm not wanted up there. And my mom has even said to my brother that I do a good job of staying out of the way, implying that it's best if I lurk for eternity in the basement. So nobody tells/asks me what needs to be/should be done upstairs. I've mowed the lawn, only to find out my step dad was pissy about me using the mower. I have in the past emptied/loaded/started the dishwasher if I noticed it needed it while I was up there. But I just asked my mom why my step dad doesn't like me, which he very obviously does not, and after defending him said that it was because he thinks I'm too messy when I go up there (which is barely ever) and when I'm up there I don't do enough around the house. I want a place of mine own so bad I could spit. But while I'm here all of this just makes me want to stay down here even more. I wish I had some magic trinket that would make them forget that I even exist. Because I feel like whether I'm breathing too much air or feeling too happy/sad, it just pisses them (especially him, my mom is cool) off. I'll admit freely to sucking at dealing with stress. So it's no wonder after this entire experience of being here for these two weeks that I feel like death. I've been going through some very serious shit, and nobody knows it except for my brother in wisconsin, because I called him for help. I know it just takes me getting a job, saving money, and getting the hell out of here to solve my problems. But I'm having a hard time doing the basic sort of every day things. I...just want to crawl under a rock and disappear. Or just fade away.

"Old Man River..."

What can I say? Nothing and everything has been going on in my life. I've made a serious dent in the number of boxes that I have left to unpack. Always pleasing to think about. It's been a real trip, deciding which toys to keep and which to throw away. I really want to hold on to my favorites from when I was young to give to my kids someday. In ten years I see myself sitting at my desk in my home office, writing my 20-somthing novel. I'll glance outside and see my horses playing in the pasture, and watch the ducks in the pond for a while. Then my husband will come in, bring me some tea, give me a kiss, and kiss my pregnant belly before he leaves me to my writing. *sigh* That dream gives me hope for the future. Not much else does these days.

A joke: Question: What is the best thing to do if you find an elephant in your bed?

Answer: Sleep somewhere else.

I just read the following article on CNN's website. According to their research, I should have a brash and gregarious personality because I can only sleep on my stomach my hands under my head. Apparently I'm part of only 6.5 percent of the population who sleep in that position.

http://www.cnn.com/2003/TECH/science/09/16/sleep.personality.reut/index.html

Read it, it's good for a laugh.

So we're a day and a half away from having a hurricane. I was in Floriday for 6 years and didn't see a hurricane. I've been in Virginia for 2 weeks, and WHAM! Here comes a doozy. Jeez. :)

I have been very busy ever since I arrived here, in Virginia. On Wednesday our things arrived from England. I had forgotten how much crap I left behind when I left for school. It's all here now. Talk about a blast from the past. My latest task is sorting through clothes and toys spanning from birth through to when I left for college. I'm such a pack rat, I'd like to keep a lot of it. But I'm strong-arming myself into throwing most of it away.

In the mean time I've become enamored of the Anita Blake series written by Laurell K. Hamilton. I can't do it justice trying to explain it here, so I'll leave everyone to there own devices in learning more about it. But I can't remember any other books having left me so hungry for more. I find myself lost in this alternate world with such live characters, I'm hungry for the next installment. When I start a book I can't stop reading it until I've finished it. Then for days afterwards my mind swims in the world and story I've just read. I've read 9 of the 11 completed books, the final 2 are on their way to me. Once I've finished reading the 11th, I plan on starting over on the 1st and doing it all over again. *Sigh* I wish my real life was half as interesting as the world in these stories. I'll have to work on it.

Mwa ha ha ha! I am besides myself with giddiness. Yeah! I have arrived, and now I'm finally back online. I've had to wait for over a week just to get a working phone line. And now that I've got one I can feel the creative writing juices coursing through my veins. I've had ups and downs since I arrived in old Virginia. I lost a credit card (somewhere between Florida and Virginia :rolleyes:), and I have a raging case of computer virus. But all of that aside I'm very excited to be here. The new house and neighborhood are gorgeous, my cousin and aunt live 10 minutes down the road, and today was a cool 65 degrees when I woke up. Ah, the good life. I've been slaving to get my things unpacked and organized. I have furniture and things coming in 2 weeks, so I can't get completely settled yet. But enough for now. I'll catch up more later. Off to see some friends...