Ahahaha...
Aug. 12th, 2007 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keykI don't understand why the middle child is always the ignored one. It's depressing. :/ Want to trade? *edit: I'm the youngest* I probably would've learned more about people much more quickly that way, if anyone understands my point. Besides, I feel really bad because of this.
I emo a lot when given the time, but I also developed a lot more of my stories because of it! I have an antagonist now, yay~...I'll do my best not to make things so emo that you'll puke reading them though. Speaking of puking, I seriously feel like puking myself. I'm among the really sensitive people in terms of physical and emotional (I wish I weren't as it gets on my nerves) pain/problems, so after the windy road of, what was it, the 69, I got somewhat carsick. Now I have a headache from unusual sleeping problems and digestive problems from an abnormal eating schedule. I think I have the right to feel like emptying out my stomach the wrong way. If you don't think so, well, I hope your terrible vomiting experiences will never occur again.
Sophomore year looks like death by books and papers and stupid projects that have to look pretty and girly and presentations and stupid projects and death (did I mention that already?). Drama's the only thing I'm looking forward to, but I'm also afraid that my confidence in my voice (speaking loudly and faking emotions, not necessarily speaking well or singing) will die because of that class.
So yay, life. Again, too lazy to describe the long trip; I think my siblings will handle that better than I. But on a side note, wow, I've never seen cicada shells grouped and stuck on a tree like that~ AND WOW STARS AND GREENERY.
...sheepsteak.
Oh, and mysterious wonder chef, you are the best NPC ever to exist in the history of RPGs. <3333
I emo a lot when given the time, but I also developed a lot more of my stories because of it! I have an antagonist now, yay~...I'll do my best not to make things so emo that you'll puke reading them though. Speaking of puking, I seriously feel like puking myself. I'm among the really sensitive people in terms of physical and emotional (I wish I weren't as it gets on my nerves) pain/problems, so after the windy road of, what was it, the 69, I got somewhat carsick. Now I have a headache from unusual sleeping problems and digestive problems from an abnormal eating schedule. I think I have the right to feel like emptying out my stomach the wrong way. If you don't think so, well, I hope your terrible vomiting experiences will never occur again.
Sophomore year looks like death by books and papers and stupid projects that have to look pretty and girly and presentations and stupid projects and death (did I mention that already?). Drama's the only thing I'm looking forward to, but I'm also afraid that my confidence in my voice (speaking loudly and faking emotions, not necessarily speaking well or singing) will die because of that class.
So yay, life. Again, too lazy to describe the long trip; I think my siblings will handle that better than I. But on a side note, wow, I've never seen cicada shells grouped and stuck on a tree like that~ AND WOW STARS AND GREENERY.
...sheepsteak.
Oh, and mysterious wonder chef, you are the best NPC ever to exist in the history of RPGs. <3333
no subject
Date: 2007-08-14 04:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-14 09:11 am (UTC)I wasn't too able to get away with much though, but my older brother does. My family's somewhat sexist though, so that may be it. But, yeah, overall, the middle child gets most of the punishment. I was spoiled when my parents sent me away to my aunt's and grandparents'. She couldn't have children, so I lived there for a while. I came back spoiled like crazy. I really hate how spoiled and bratty I was back then, which is why I kind of want to be the middle child. I think the spoiled youngest ones deserve more of the punishment anyway.
I really wish more people would notice their unfair treatment though. People are too status obsessive.