So, the Moody Miss hath returned mon amis. I've been reading over your entries, just haven't commented yet. Will rectify that. Most of my LJ time was spent updating all my daily comms, as I take my modly (well, foster mod in the case of fey_daily) duties very seriously. I really don't, but I like to pretend I do. It also helps that simm_daily has had a surge in membership. I'm not used to running something that's actually...popular. The power of The Simm, go figure.

So, the last post was grumbly and vague. And I was feeling super shitty. I'll go into the main triggers at that point, but everyone who gets really upset knows it's never just "one thing."


The short story is that my parents are doing some remodeling, mostly re-carpeting at this point. This involves everything being moved this way and that and losing track of everything. It also leads to frustration because certain jobs weren't finished before others were started. The thing that really got to me was whenever I got home after they put carpet in my room (purple, yes purple's my favorite color, but my parents don't realize you're supposed to use the same or similar carpeting throughout the house, so now we have at least five different colors in our tiny house, ugh). Anyway, when I got home, my door was off the hinges because it needed to be trimmed due to the height of the new carpet. I can socialize just fine, but I do need an inordinate amount of privacy, otherwise I stay nervous and spazz out. It's just something I do. So, a room without a door is not the healthiest environment for me. The frustration kind of boiled up and then I had a little spazzing out period. Thankfully, no one was home when I was jumping up and down, screaming, and beating up the wall. Not that that kind of things happens often or is healthy or whatever, but we all get those moments, yeah? Anyway, add to that the fact that the next morning my parents didn't think to wake me up before the carpet people got here, so, I'm in my bed. With the door off. As they come in and out of my room sticking things in it to move out the way. Waking up to quasi-creepy strangers: not as fun as you'd think. Throw in the issues with our cable and my lack of net access due to a mix of horrible weather and my room being blocked off, and these past few days have not been great. That's the short story, and the long one really is just details and enumerations of each of the frustrations I've had. My door's back, so that's nice. The floors are done. So, that's good. But some things never stop being works in progress, and I am strongly fighting the urge to rant about parental matters. Those are neverending, and sadly none of us have the lifespans of a Gallifreyan in which to recount all issues spawning from our immediate ancestors.

And, now, off to rectify the commenting.