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Phew, done with promotion and crap like that. Time for TL;DR post of rants. You are excused from reading.
I've been having nothing to do lately. None. Nada. Nil.
I'm basically locked in my own house, having to do my daily chores (monotonous and endless), it's not fun at all.
Every day I wake up, do the dishes (oh god why are everyone in this house too lazy to wash their own dishes?), sweep and neaten the house, do the laundry (washing machine's malfunctioning, dad's too lazy to 'fix it'), turn on the computer and browse the internet for a while as I wait for my siblings to come back home from school because I don't have the lock to the house so I can't go out, ask them if they want lunch (always getting 'No') and then they'll go out to meet friends and for extracurricular activities and leave me to take care of the house and clean it up again. And then I'll prepare foodstuff for dinner and then mom will come back home, lecturing me on how I didn't clean up the house.
Every single day the same thing.
I hate it
Weekends are worse, then are when mom's there to tell me how to do things HER way. Cut the fish like this, fold the shirt like that, wash dishes like this, did you do this and that like this?... I can so talk back to her telling her that I learnt everything I know not from her but from our old maid, but then she'll tell me to learn it her way ('It's much better' my arse. You never took the time to teach me earlier). What's wrong with the way I know? They do their job well.
I'm going to college in a month of so but no one's here to tell me what to do for it, I need assistance but my parents see me as this independent kid who can do anything she put her head into. I need my sister. I need help.
And frankly, I need something to do to stop me from going crazy.
And to do that, I started online shopping.
I'm just so ready to burn my money on stuff online.
And again, I hate it. (Don't waste money like me, gaiz)
God, I dislike complaining.
But glad I got that out of my chest where unsuspecting victims will read. I feel lighter now =w=b