break the sky

I’m happy i am finally getting my OWN room. I mean, yeah, i have my own room right now, but seriously, it’s not the same. The only way you get into my room, is by going through my sister’s room. Sometimes she locks me out when she locks “her room.” It’s quite annoying. 

And now i’m annoyed now because my sister just said i had to drop her off work. I hate that she just tells me this last minute. I don’t care that I have to, but she seriously throws this on my like an hour before, or sometimes she wakes me up saying I have to bring her to work. The least you can do is tell me the day before so I know. Now i have to get ready super early for work cause i’ll be killing 45min to drive her around. 

i am

currently obsessed with TOMS and oxfords. 

Yikes.

I’m eating way too unhealthy.

1. I’m spending too much money on food.
2. I’m not even hungry.
3. I don’t eat complete meals. 
4. I eat out, way too much.
5. I get full off junk.
6. I don’t even exercise.

Since i quit my LA membership, i should now save up even more money for a 24 membership. That or, I could just run on my own, and follow work out videos. I mean, i really just plan on using their elliptical and attending classes, it’s the same effect, but less money. 

heyyyy

   Uh, not! 

   I drew that shit. 

tattoos

I feel indifferent about the one i have.

I wanted doves because my grandpa had them on his chest. He was the only person in my mom’s side with tattoos, and he got them because he was in the Navy. 

When i started talking to my ex again, (and no, i don’t mean talking like about to date talking) we were talking about tattoos we wanted. He told me how he wanted to get tattoos of doves, and this whole time I always wanted it to. So i drew this picture of a dove with its wings spread apart, and I showed it to him. He told me how he wanted the side view of two doves flying away from each other. Next thing i know, he has 2 doves, both with their wings spread apart, just like how i wanted it. I WAS SO ANNOYED. So he found this picture of a swallow that would be a good idea to get. And it was. I really liked it. I did my research on what it meant, and it actually correlated with the reasons why I wanted to get doves. He was even the one to come with me when i got it. Since we went to the same artist, our tattoos of birds were very similar in style. It made it look like we had matching tattoos.

Even though they represent different things, the fact that he chose it and went with me, made the tattoo feel tainted.

Despite all that, i still like it, i really like how it looks, but i hate that he had anything to do with it. 

how bad is it

is it wrong that i feel angry that i had to lend someone money because WE really need it? That SHE didn’t give anything, and i just pitched in all i had?

That’s the $$$ i needed for my guitar, now, no guitar, no money, broke as ever?

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I’m also very annoyed of my auntie.

Yesterday, she came over to our house and peeked in our room, later she noted to our mom that our room was very messy.

Auntie: Their room is messy
Mom: Oh no, sometimes its organized.
Auntie: No, i peek in all the time, and it’s always like that
…Then she goes talking about how her son changed from this messy pig to some organized neat freak. She claimed that one time he went to his friend’s house, and his room was clean. After that, he’s been clean since then. 

Later, when my auntie has left my mom talks to my sister
Mom: “You know auntie joyce saw your room, she said you’re very messy. And, i told her that you do organize it, but then she said she always sees it like that. I FELT REALLY ASHAMED.”

WHAT A BITCH. YOU JUST WANT TO TALK UP ABOUT YOUR SON THAT HAS A CLEAN ROOM. WELL WOOPTY DOOO. You’re son doesn’t work, he obviously has plenty of useless time on his hands.
To top that off, WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF MOVING, can’t you see we have to organize things and stuff. We’re not a machine, leave us alone. You’re so stupid. One, my room is cleaned when you’re not around. Two, i didn’t know you were the cleaning inspector. I wouldn’t even clean it if you were. DUMBASS.

Mother, don’t be ashamed, I’ll be just as good as Monica Gellar when we move out. So quit nagging. 

bits and pieces

Coworker: Why do filipinos get so picky about their ethnicitiy, they’re always like, we’re not asian, we’re pacific islander.
Me: Oh, yeah, i’m just like oh whatever, it doesn’t matter, its all the same
Coworker: Haha Jen, you’re just too white-washed

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Work was lame, had to do a perfect close so we stayed until 1am-ish. I got home around 1:20, since there were no cars, no traffic (obviously), and all green lights (mostly). 

Even though i requested Friday off, i didn’t get it off. Now i have to find a cover for it. Ugh, big hassle.

jennifer do this, jennifer do that. you’ll be sorry when i’m gone!
“i didn’t know we were tap dancing”
“i didn’t know you were such a bitch!!”

“i didn’t know we were tap dancing”

“i didn’t know you were such a bitch!!”

I need to start practicing for the Water Bears show, which is next friday. We are, yet again doing a Paramore cover, and i’m TIRED of them. This is like the third show we’re doing a cover from them and it’s so lame. We’re just the same old band, same old style, same old thing. 

Maybe I’m not as into the band as everyone else because I’m not feeling the music we play. I mean fuck! Our singer is 22, and is engaged. Our lead guitarist is in UCLA, who has way more important things to do than this. Our bass only learned how to play for the band, and he sucks as hell. Our drummer, has the biggest fits ever when things don’t go his way. And me? I don’t show up to practice, and when i do, I’m an hour late. I also don’t practice the right parts for the songs. I have nothing to contribute except things they’re not into. I go with whatever they say, because whatever songs i contribute don’t fit into this “water bear” sound.