Heyy, austin, what headphones are they? Can ya link me to them? http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_no...ise+cancelling
Aw, thank you, guys. Gr, my mom told me to just walk where a dead bug was, without cleaning the spot first (which I did,) and yet she told me Grandma and Grandpa that my lovely girlfriend is "Filthy" when she was listing all the things she doesn't like about my girlfriend, which made them get disgusted and stop talking about her. Even though she showers daily and is busy working around the house and cleaning it up all day, daily.
And I still think my mom does that stuff for attention. After all, the SUXY doctor I think I stopped going to, kept on telling me to "Stop breathing like that" until I stopped wheezing. He always just tells his assistant about how I have the mental disease known as Aspberger's Syndrome and tells me I'm fine. I keep telling my mom every single day to PLEASE call my old doctor that I love, that my girlfriend's mom also loves, but my mom keeps not calling him (I've never had a friend, I'm too shy to call anyone by myself.)
I'm all paranoid about my body, I have been ever since I was about to turn 23, since on the ghost-talking Ouji board thingy, my brother made a ghost say that I was going to die when I was 23 years old. I'm older than that now, but I'm under 98 pounds and I have to have the air conditioner on at night so I don't hear my parent's tv, and it makes me body pulse all over, and blah..
My good old doctor used to give me anti-paranoria pills to take at night time, but on wikipedia it said the side-effects include shrinking of the brain mass size, and shortened life span, so I never took the pills I got a subscription for.
I'm just rambling, maybe, I don't know, but anyways, I'm freaking lonely. I wish my dad bought me a car last month on my birthday. And my mom is coughing now, awah. The ticking of a ticking clock bothers me too. GAH, she coughed again. I sent 120 pages of me complaining about my mom, to my girlfriend, but she's never commented on it. I'm so worried about my body, I miss being young when my body didn't twitch and stuff.
And I'm still ticked off that my mom told my Grandma and Grandpa negative stuff about my girlfriend, including that she's "Filthy," when I shower once every 3 months and change the bed sheets once every month, when my mom and dad set that stuff up for me, and yet my girlfriend seemed like the cleanest girl I know. My mom said she doesn't want my girlfriend to take her away from her. When I lay down in bed with my mom, her two legs move around and she makes weird noise and I freaking hope she's not freaking masturbating over me or some shiz, ever since we saw Dexter episodes where Dexter and his sister have an incestous relationship, it always seems like my mom is freaking attracted to me, and I don't like it.
I wish I had friends offline, and online, although I have no idea how to talk to people (that's why I never talked to some girl that had a crush on me, back when I was single,) and STUFF!
I just felt like rambling. I miss posting in my livejournal online, but I stopped posting in it a year ago when I realized it's pointless since no one visits meh online journal, so I guess I rambled here purrhaps, anyways meow. (I say random words when I don't know what to say, although everyone online thinks I'm trolling them because of that, blah.)
Blah, and the only good pajama bottoms I have, have a hole where my crotch is. I wish I could get my mom to fix them. The other pajamas my mom bought me are too tight, in fact my socks and everything are too small and tight now, but online ex-girlfriends have told me I'm "Pathetic" in 2004, so I don't deserve to do stuff on my own, bu anyways, blah.
And my computer chair is really bad for my back, it just leans back. The last computer chairs I had were bad too. I wish I had a computer chair that supported my back sitting up, more. My mom said before that all I know how to do is complain (the b cuss word, actually,) blah.