so on mon. or whenever. and more on the flu shot thing. in yes i'm aware it's 2016.

  • Oct. 2, 2016, 5:07 a.m.
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so. Regarding the flu shot situation. i don’t remember being a part of the discussion. right and I wasn’t bc we didn’t have a discussion about it. She just replied to my note. which as i’ve already stated.i thought her reply was about the hearing test. also i’m downstairs 20 mins. before we go. and she left the note at 10:40. [thurs.] and the bus was coming 11 - 11:30. but she leaves for the school like 5 mins. ahead of time which i don’t like. I don’t like being late and I don’t like being on time. I’d rather be early. I thought the bus was coming at 11 and we left at 11. and it’ll only wait 6 mins. which is a really weird time. it’s not 5 it’s not 10.it’s 6. but it got there at 11:30. so I needn’t have worried apparently. much ado about nothing. [well sometimes]. right but if it had come at 11 i would’ve only had a minute since it takes 5 mins. to get to the school. and if it had stopped waiting and gone somewhere else that would’ve been on her not me. ya know cause i was ready. she’s the one who would’ve screwed up. and she would’ve had to take me to my appt. which she’s done before w/ that w/ my psych. appt. but that’s not actually part of her job that’s like extra.
I didn’t tell my mom that I was put out by the wholeflu shot situation and the main reason being bc i don’t trust her not to interfere. so she probably would’ve called the lady and told her what i thought about it. again when it comes to these situations I don’t change things I don’t rock boats and i don’t want anyone else doing it for me. i’m an adult lady if i want something changed i’ll do someting about it. also people have this habit of going ‘well if you don’t tell them how are they supposed to know’. which never helps. in fact it only serves to annoy me more. they’ll just figure it out. and. well that’s the point. is that i’m not going to be the one to change things. as i’ve already stated. they’ll be the one to figure out when it’s not working and do something different. no w/ most people when i have an issue w/ them i won’t talk tot hem about it.bc and again that would bother me more then letting things stay the same so.
so yeah.

anyway onto Mon. which was before thurs. of course. yeah this entry’s a little backwards.

so on Mon. my internet stick thing stopped working. well actually it stopped working prior to mon. so valerie & I went to the Subway by the king’s we always go to. and then we went to my mom’s. My plan was I’d talk to my mom about it she’d give me money and then we’d go and get it. or if she wasn’t there i’d write her a note telling her the thing wasn’t working and if she didn’t hear from me this wk. that was the reason. well when we were by the Subway after we were done eating I told valerie we were going to my mom’s and she’s like ‘is she ok w/ that?’. look if my mom has a problem w/ it she can tell me. i don’t need my mentor speaking for her. my mom’s an adult........lady [well woman] she can take care of herself. [and i really don’t need my mentor doing that when i’‘m not too big a fan of her as of late].
So we get there and I test the internet at my mom’s to see if it’s working there. and it’s not. I was about to get my stuff ready to go back to my house well.my computer stuff when my parents and uncle came back.apparently they’d gone out to dinner. so I told my mom the thingy wasn’t working. and then my dad decides to get involved. looking back i didn’t like this but at the time i might’ve been ok w/ it. He has this annoying habit of trying to fix things. when it’s other people’s stuff or even his I’m fine w/ it bc it’s not mine. So he decides to go and um. bring my computer to my mom’s office where the router is and see if it works there. before he does that we’re talking about it and i say ‘well i use my computer in my room so’. Well so.when he takes my computer [this is a long story] to my mom’s office the internet doesn’t work there. which means know that at my house the internet hasn’t gone out. so it’s not the internet it’s the stick thingy. yes which was why i brought it over to my mom’s to test it. i don’t need someone wasting my time and trying to fix it again when it’s my stuff. but my dad has this annoying habit of doing that.
So then when we’re in the kitchen we have this conversation about why it’s not working and that the computer people won’t be able to rewire my computer. and this is a factor bc...... so apparently some time after the computer people um fixed the hinges on my.computer my dad asked them twice if they could rewire it so the internet would work sans stick.thingy. and they can’t. ok to me as i’ve already pointed out ‘can’ is a physical thing. if they mean it doesn’t work it won’t work then that’s different. and that’s fine except.well apparently the stick thingy is v. fragile. which i didn’t know before.which is how it broke is i accidentally bumped it. and i’m usually careful w/ my things [actually i’m more careful w/ things than i am people] and i’m usually able to figure out that they’re fragile. but since I know that. er i mean since having found that out. i’m going to be careful w/ it. esp. cause it was. well it’s the 2nd that’s broken in the past 2 - 4 months and i don’t have the money to get another one. no that was via my parents.
- well ok.i have my savings account but I really don’t want to use that money since i’m saving it for something.i’m saving up for a guitar actually. and when i get my own place i’ll see how much I have saved up and see how much it is go to some places look. i well i was practicing on my mom’s gibson. [yeah i haven’t been great w/ practicing i really need to get back into it. well i want to. well music’s tremendously helpful for people so yes i think it’s a need. well either way]. and how did......oh right savings.
so it’s not like ‘oh so i have a savings account just like.a general savings accounnt if i ever need to take money from it’. like no. well also. far as i know the lady doesn’t know about the internet stick thingy. and not only am i a really private person. but. i feel like if she knew the cost she’d be like ‘oh ok. well if it breaks we can go and get another and i’ll pay for it’. and not just regarding that this goes for printers, my computer........like no. my parents are.i mean we’re comfortable financially. so really please don’t buy anything like that for me. it’s ok. [and yes i know that more will get put ito my account so it’ll even out so that’s not the point].
uhm..................................right the conversation. So we have this conversation involving the rewiring and the internet and that i should change my actions and how to do that.yes i know i’m not stupid. like i know what to do about it i didn’t come over there to have a discussion about it. or to have my dad waste my time. or to have valerie & my mom talk about other things. if she wants to talk to my mom that’s fine but do it on her own time.not mine. see this is why i’m not a phone person. this is what i like about email.or notes. w/ email you can say what you need to say and then that’s it. no further discussion needed. [although that said back when i was emailing people we did have legnthy conversations. and by ‘people’ i mean friend types].
so that part of the day was wasted.
so then as they’re telling me what to do about it I get defiant or w/e you want to call it. i’m like ‘yeah..........’ as in ‘yeah but i probably won’t do it’. yes and if people didn’t tell me what to do about that and therefore insult my intelligence I probably wouldn’t do that! but obviouisly they don’t get it.and if they do they haven’t stopped. i’m not going to be the one to talk to them about it. as i’ve already explained above.
alrite so we leave. so in the car on the way back valerie’s telling me that if i break the new internet thingy my parents wouldn’t like that. yes once again. i know that. i’m not stupid. but ya know. if you want to be that person. which is why i never tell people stuff like that. i don’t like when they do it to me so. i know it’s her job to help me but that doesn’t help.


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