Compromising Blows

So I suppose I should start off this blog on a happy note, like yay 2012 and Christmas and whatever...
But I'm not really feeling it. At all.

And I feel a bit superficical for ranting via Blogspot again, but since my twitter is gone, where am I suppose to turn?

I am getting a bit fed up with compromising with other people's schedules. Seriously, if you actually care and want to get together, make room for me. I'm done with dropping everything I'm doing for you.

^^ That's only a tad overexaggerated.

If I'm at home dressed in my hobo attire after a not-so-happy day at work and I've already invited you to come over -- just to be nice -- then no. No, I do not want to go out. It's 9 o'clock on a Sunday, and all the movies that are out suck.
No offense to anyone who thought they'd look good.
I wouldn't mind seeing Sherlock Holmes 2, but on a weekend night. Not a Sunday. Even if we don't have school tomorrow.

And it's sweet enough of me, (this sounds grammatically wrong...), that I changed out of my baggy sweatpants into skinny jeans. Now I'm just less comfortable and somewhat upset.

I was in a bad mood because the girl at work ditched me so I had to clean my servery all by myself. It was pretty obvious I was going out of my way just to invite this person over. Thanks for thinking about me before making plans for both of us...

gawd, I sound like such a diva. But still!

And I do not feel like putting a picture in this blog, so its not aesthically pleasing. So hopefully everyone will just scroll down. But I promise to stop the pity-blogging. It'll be my New Year's Resolution.