Overall Mood: Sleepy / Lazy
Specific Behavior: Went to Walmart to originally get a new football jersey. They didn't have a Shockey one, so I went to the makeup department and bought the clean and clear acne kit. Which means the stuff I bought at Pathmark the other day would need to be returned. Bought some coke that was on sale. Went to Billy's to watch the game. Hung out with Shannon and Mari for the first time in weeks, and of course we sat and did nothing. But we are all broke so what do you want me to do? Took a nap after they left.
Thought Patterns: Don't want to go to work tomorrow. How does this house loose three football jerseys in two weeks. Why my mother hasn't dried my laundry after she asked me if she wanted her to forward the laundry for me? Why Billy always has something to say, and doesn't know when to shut the fuck up! I am starting to think, since I started this journal that he has the problems, and makes my problems worse. Makes me feel like I am nothing but an out of control disaster. But he is the one who is really out of control I think. There was no reason for those hurtful words to be said because I wasn't wearing the lap belt in my car. He was out of control.
Relationships: Fight with Billy that originated with a seat belt, and went into how I am such an idiot, and how I am such a fuck up, and I don't listen to anything anyone has to say, and I know it all, and that is why I'll get mine. He kept going on, and I kept telling him to stop. After he didn't, I told him to shut the fuck up multiple times until we got back. He wouldn't quit. Got extremely pissed off.
Spending: 4 for $5 Coke Special. Clean and Clear Acne Kit. Bill's cigarettes and ice cream. His dad's milk, which I still haven't seen the $5 bucks for. I don't even live there anymore, and he just expects me to pay $5 for milk? $5 is a lot for a gallon of milk. These prices are out of control.
Family: Fight with my Mother about my football jersey's missing, and why my laundry was sitting in the washer for days after she asked me if I wanted her to forward them to the dryer. Why would you tell me that and leave them in there all weekend? They had to be washed again.
Job: N/A.
Responsibilities: None, I could have just put on my lap belt and stopped Billy from going off, but it was the principle of the subject that it was my car, and my responsibility to buckle the second belt. And how its nice for him to care and all, it was still my responsibility and he couldn't make me do it. Drove him nuts I think. But he should not of said those things "out of spite" because he didn't get his way. That was just ridiculous. I didn't say anything back out of spite however, which is living up to my goals. I simply told him to stop, and to shut up when he didn't stop, and that he was upsetting me, and pissing me off. Never did I say anything along the lines that you are nothing but a pothead, or your going nowhere in your life, or something along those lines, that you would probably hear his parents say. I didn't return fire with that, and totally stopped myself from doing so. Proud.
Eating Patterns: Bowl of cereal, half a cup of coffee, piece of Billy's sandwich he couldn't finish, and my Smart Ones dinner from the day before. Alfredo and Broccoli!
Specific Behavior: Went to Walmart to originally get a new football jersey. They didn't have a Shockey one, so I went to the makeup department and bought the clean and clear acne kit. Which means the stuff I bought at Pathmark the other day would need to be returned. Bought some coke that was on sale. Went to Billy's to watch the game. Hung out with Shannon and Mari for the first time in weeks, and of course we sat and did nothing. But we are all broke so what do you want me to do? Took a nap after they left.
Thought Patterns: Don't want to go to work tomorrow. How does this house loose three football jerseys in two weeks. Why my mother hasn't dried my laundry after she asked me if she wanted her to forward the laundry for me? Why Billy always has something to say, and doesn't know when to shut the fuck up! I am starting to think, since I started this journal that he has the problems, and makes my problems worse. Makes me feel like I am nothing but an out of control disaster. But he is the one who is really out of control I think. There was no reason for those hurtful words to be said because I wasn't wearing the lap belt in my car. He was out of control.
Relationships: Fight with Billy that originated with a seat belt, and went into how I am such an idiot, and how I am such a fuck up, and I don't listen to anything anyone has to say, and I know it all, and that is why I'll get mine. He kept going on, and I kept telling him to stop. After he didn't, I told him to shut the fuck up multiple times until we got back. He wouldn't quit. Got extremely pissed off.
Spending: 4 for $5 Coke Special. Clean and Clear Acne Kit. Bill's cigarettes and ice cream. His dad's milk, which I still haven't seen the $5 bucks for. I don't even live there anymore, and he just expects me to pay $5 for milk? $5 is a lot for a gallon of milk. These prices are out of control.
Family: Fight with my Mother about my football jersey's missing, and why my laundry was sitting in the washer for days after she asked me if I wanted her to forward them to the dryer. Why would you tell me that and leave them in there all weekend? They had to be washed again.
Job: N/A.
Responsibilities: None, I could have just put on my lap belt and stopped Billy from going off, but it was the principle of the subject that it was my car, and my responsibility to buckle the second belt. And how its nice for him to care and all, it was still my responsibility and he couldn't make me do it. Drove him nuts I think. But he should not of said those things "out of spite" because he didn't get his way. That was just ridiculous. I didn't say anything back out of spite however, which is living up to my goals. I simply told him to stop, and to shut up when he didn't stop, and that he was upsetting me, and pissing me off. Never did I say anything along the lines that you are nothing but a pothead, or your going nowhere in your life, or something along those lines, that you would probably hear his parents say. I didn't return fire with that, and totally stopped myself from doing so. Proud.
Eating Patterns: Bowl of cereal, half a cup of coffee, piece of Billy's sandwich he couldn't finish, and my Smart Ones dinner from the day before. Alfredo and Broccoli!
