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Despite the squealing joy yesterday from the Dal House Forum swap gifts arriving (omg, Linden looks SO FREAKING CUTE in her new stuff!) and getting a card from my darlingest Awful Twin, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
isolabela, today is dark, gloomy, grey, and PISSING DOWN RAIN. Srsly, weather, wtf?! For all the flack that Seattle gets for being so rainy, most of the time it's this piddling, drizzly, misty stuff. But today? It is coming down hardcore. It makes me wanna curl up with hot cocoa and a good book and knit stuff. *sigh* So the blah continues.
I think I've come to terms that no one cares about my birthday outside of my mom on this side of the planet, and so am trying to not be disappointed when turning 26 (already a crappy thing -- how in the hell did I get so OLD?! *flails*) sucks. The past few birthdays have totally bit the big ones, and it always made me upset, because I wanna be important enough to someone here, damn it! All my ohana, my dear dear friends, they're all over the country and the world, and I just don't have that kind of support here at home. Figure that if I don't hope for a decent day, then if someone actually good happens, it'll be a pleasant surprise. =P Plus, since Christmas has been more or less cancelled with my parents and brother, I decided to take matters into my own hands and got my own birthday/Christmas present, a NRFB Jupi Pullip. I never thought I'd find one for as good a price as I did, so I plunged in and got her. So there's that to look forward to, at the very least. She and Mercu were the first Pullips I ever saw, and the last Pullip grail of mine.
I have the most recent test at the hospital on Thursday. Knowing what's wrong is going to be a huge relief, and even more stress at the same time, since then the talk shall turn to surgery and which organ is going to get ganked. This might just be a HUGE FREAKING PART of the dark, gloomy, funk I can't seem to get out of. I know you guys are probably sick of reading about it, and I'm sure as hell am sick of writing about it. =P So here's to hoping that things are on their way to looking up.
Despite current appearances, and desperate wishing to be cool and cynical, I am an optimist. I really, actually, for truly am. =P It'll come back eventually, until then, I am happy for the fact that I totally have fabulous people in my life, even when they're far away. ♥♥♥
isolabela, today is dark, gloomy, grey, and PISSING DOWN RAIN. Srsly, weather, wtf?! For all the flack that Seattle gets for being so rainy, most of the time it's this piddling, drizzly, misty stuff. But today? It is coming down hardcore. It makes me wanna curl up with hot cocoa and a good book and knit stuff. *sigh* So the blah continues.I think I've come to terms that no one cares about my birthday outside of my mom on this side of the planet, and so am trying to not be disappointed when turning 26 (already a crappy thing -- how in the hell did I get so OLD?! *flails*) sucks. The past few birthdays have totally bit the big ones, and it always made me upset, because I wanna be important enough to someone here, damn it! All my ohana, my dear dear friends, they're all over the country and the world, and I just don't have that kind of support here at home. Figure that if I don't hope for a decent day, then if someone actually good happens, it'll be a pleasant surprise. =P Plus, since Christmas has been more or less cancelled with my parents and brother, I decided to take matters into my own hands and got my own birthday/Christmas present, a NRFB Jupi Pullip. I never thought I'd find one for as good a price as I did, so I plunged in and got her. So there's that to look forward to, at the very least. She and Mercu were the first Pullips I ever saw, and the last Pullip grail of mine.
I have the most recent test at the hospital on Thursday. Knowing what's wrong is going to be a huge relief, and even more stress at the same time, since then the talk shall turn to surgery and which organ is going to get ganked. This might just be a HUGE FREAKING PART of the dark, gloomy, funk I can't seem to get out of. I know you guys are probably sick of reading about it, and I'm sure as hell am sick of writing about it. =P So here's to hoping that things are on their way to looking up.
Despite current appearances, and desperate wishing to be cool and cynical, I am an optimist. I really, actually, for truly am. =P It'll come back eventually, until then, I am happy for the fact that I totally have fabulous people in my life, even when they're far away. ♥♥♥
