Happy new year! You know for the people that actually give a fuck. I'm not one of them by the way. "Why so grumpy Alicia?" My mother asked. Because my asshole of a boss fired me, that's why. No, not because I was late this morning. (I somehow managed to arrive on time actually. o.O) But because I yelled at my boss when he pinched the butt of one of the other girls working there. So yeah I have a reason to be grumpy and I will use the same excuse to get myself as drunk as possible tonight. Its new years eve after all and that means party time!
To make up for my small post from this morning I'll take the time to tell something more about myself. Its either that or more bitching about my former boss being a pig. And nobody likes reading someone complain for a whole blog post.
As I've told you before my name is Alicia and no I will not tell you my last name. I don't want to attract more creepers, Dr.Witfeld is hard enough to handle. Just kidding doctor. :p
I am 17 years old, almost 18. (You can drink alcohol at 16 in Belgium so don't worry about me breaking any laws tonight. I do that anyway! Just kidding..) I still go to school, the job was just a student job for during the holidays. Going to be hard to save up money if I keep getting fired. :/
For those wondering how I look like, screw you. All you need to know is that I'm blond and nerdy. You'll have to imagine the rest.
I live with my mother in a small apartment. My father is dead for all I know, never met him and I don't want to either. And that's all I'm gonna say about the bastard. I know, what is the point of talking about myself if I barely reveal anything. Maybe I'll talk about myself more in a future post but my friend Kat just arrived. Time start the party! Woohoo! <x3
Monday, December 31, 2012
Death of the giant spider
Well crap I overslept, I have to be at work in half an hour and here I am posting on a blog. Good thing I had no dreams last night, at least none that I can remember. So I can make this post a short one.
On a better note, my mother killed the gigantic spider. I can now safely enter the bathroom again! And that's what I should go do now if I don't want to get fired for being 5 minutes late. -_-
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On a better note, my mother killed the gigantic spider. I can now safely enter the bathroom again! And that's what I should go do now if I don't want to get fired for being 5 minutes late. -_-
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Sunday, December 30, 2012
school of dreams
Morning e.e
Ugh I hate mornings, I am NOT a morning person. That huge spider in the bathroom doesn't help either. Makes me shiver every time I think of it. The damn ugly bastard is twice the size of my hand! OK that may be an exaggeration but its still huge! I'm not going back in there until I know its gone.. And even then I might not go there for a while. Don't judge me! <.<
Anyway I should type my dream here before I forget what it was about.
The first thing I remember is sitting in a dark classroom. I think it was supposed to be an English class. The teacher was a short old woman with glasses with a grumpy expression on her face. She waved a stick around or something. And told us to copy what she had written on the blackboard. The problem was that I couldn't read it. Her handwriting was worse than that of a doctor.
Luckily the girl next to me gave me her notes so I could copy them. This seemed to piss off the teacher for some reason. As her cold eyes looked down on me I stopped writing. Don't you hate that feeling when someone is watching over your shoulder as you try to write? I do, it gets on my nerves, damned imaginary teacher. -.-
Before she could say something the bell rang signaling the end of the class. I got up and ran out of the classroom. Didn't want to be near that woman for a second longer. I walked down the empty hallways for a while before realizing I had no idea were I was supposed to go and how to get there.
The rest of the dream was me running around the school looking for the classroom I needed to be at. So yeah, pretty boring.
OH yeah! Almost forgot, one of the things I managed to copy from my fellow students notes was "From the hole they intrude". No idea what it meant but I thought it was odd.
Now its time for me to make my breakfast so I'll end this post here.<x3
Ugh I hate mornings, I am NOT a morning person. That huge spider in the bathroom doesn't help either. Makes me shiver every time I think of it. The damn ugly bastard is twice the size of my hand! OK that may be an exaggeration but its still huge! I'm not going back in there until I know its gone.. And even then I might not go there for a while. Don't judge me! <.<
Anyway I should type my dream here before I forget what it was about.
The first thing I remember is sitting in a dark classroom. I think it was supposed to be an English class. The teacher was a short old woman with glasses with a grumpy expression on her face. She waved a stick around or something. And told us to copy what she had written on the blackboard. The problem was that I couldn't read it. Her handwriting was worse than that of a doctor.
Luckily the girl next to me gave me her notes so I could copy them. This seemed to piss off the teacher for some reason. As her cold eyes looked down on me I stopped writing. Don't you hate that feeling when someone is watching over your shoulder as you try to write? I do, it gets on my nerves, damned imaginary teacher. -.-
Before she could say something the bell rang signaling the end of the class. I got up and ran out of the classroom. Didn't want to be near that woman for a second longer. I walked down the empty hallways for a while before realizing I had no idea were I was supposed to go and how to get there.
The rest of the dream was me running around the school looking for the classroom I needed to be at. So yeah, pretty boring.
OH yeah! Almost forgot, one of the things I managed to copy from my fellow students notes was "From the hole they intrude". No idea what it meant but I thought it was odd.
Now its time for me to make my breakfast so I'll end this post here.<x3
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Generic introduction
How am I supposed to start these?.. Just "Hi my name is..." or what? Sounds lame but I can't think of anything better so you'll just have to deal with it.
Hello person reading this blog, my name is Alicia... Ye just as as lame as I thought it would sound. Not that it matters, this blog isn't for your entertainment. I'm only writing this because my psychiatrist told me to record my dreams. And since I hate writing on paper I'm just going to write them here.
Why not just type them up in Word and save them on your computer you ask? Its easier to hide from my mother this way. Always sticking her nose in my stuff, damn that woman. <_<
Also this way I don't have to e-mail each dream to my psychiatrist. Ye I'm lazy, deal with it Dr. Witfeld.
So ye don't expect anything interesting to read here. Unless you're interested in the weird and nonsense dreams of a young nerdy girl. Which would be kind of creepy.. Yes I'm talking to you Dr. Creepfeld. >.> (Yes, I know, I'm SO creative :x )
And now I should go to bed, so I can wake up and post whatever weird dreams I'll have tonight. Good night creepers. <x3
Hello person reading this blog, my name is Alicia... Ye just as as lame as I thought it would sound. Not that it matters, this blog isn't for your entertainment. I'm only writing this because my psychiatrist told me to record my dreams. And since I hate writing on paper I'm just going to write them here.
Why not just type them up in Word and save them on your computer you ask? Its easier to hide from my mother this way. Always sticking her nose in my stuff, damn that woman. <_<
Also this way I don't have to e-mail each dream to my psychiatrist. Ye I'm lazy, deal with it Dr. Witfeld.
So ye don't expect anything interesting to read here. Unless you're interested in the weird and nonsense dreams of a young nerdy girl. Which would be kind of creepy.. Yes I'm talking to you Dr. Creepfeld. >.> (Yes, I know, I'm SO creative :x )
And now I should go to bed, so I can wake up and post whatever weird dreams I'll have tonight. Good night creepers. <x3
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