Manor House Blues

What the balls. Drama. It does suck.

...So, I, uh, may have accidentally...frozen...my cell phone. Overnight. Maybe. You know. By accident.

...That won't ruin it, right? D:

((P.S post I made this morning was deleted because I realize now it was very temper-tantrum-y and childish and not a good way to vent.))

The IV Drip

So, donating was a failed plan. Not because I was too nervous to do it, or because I didn't pass the scanning or physical. No, I passed those with flying colors. What sucks?

Apparently, they can't find any veins in my arms that they can use for the needle. The kicker is that they use the same needles for plasma donations as they do for blood donations. I've donated blood three times since I turned seventeen; and the only reason that number isn't four is because once I didn't have high enough iron levels.

Bleh. So, yeah, I have to find some other way to get money for A-Kon.

Tilting Turpentines

Well, I'm bored.

I just watched "Neverending Story: The Lost Music Video" on youtube. If you're looking to destroy braincells and be left wondering what the hell people are smoking, go ahead and look for it. Seriously.

Got all the dishes out of my room last night. My roomies brought more in. Cleaning my room is getting more and more discouraging when it seems like everyone else is set on bringing more trash in.

I suppose I might as well get started on cleaning it more while I'm the only person in here.

Epic stair-fail.

Ow.

Giggling Goblin Gods

Soo, I switched operating systems from Windows XP to Linux SimplyMepis8 and I rather enjoy it. It takes a little getting used to, as far as the file system goes, but all-in-all it's very user-friendly and runs so much more smoothly than Windows did.

I'm glad I went ahead and made the decision to switch. I haven't run into any problems at all.

There's really not much content for this update, though I'm sure I'll think of other things to update with, later.

plzknothnx

I have much boredom and this post is not likely to contribute anything meaningful to any sort of something anywhere.

Luckily, this is not a professional blog of any sort and it's only for the benefit of my friends.

I need a job ,_,

I would like a job that had minimal dealings with other people, and unfortunately I don't think I'm going to get one of those unless I've got a degree in something. I hate retail, but I'll just have to suck it up and deal with it. Nothing can be worse than JoAnn's, right?

...Of course, that's what I said about Kroger, and then I found JoAnn's. I have such bad luck with workplaces.

It's fucking hard enough to force myself to be happy when I'm not, and I know that I'll at least feel like I'm worth something with a job, but it's the getting a job part that sucks.

Bleh.

I feel like Scottie. How emo of me.

well, going home on Saturday, though not by my mother's choice. i won't go into the argument I had with her over it.

Here's my finances, for my roommates -

Already Have: $100
Dad: $200
Memmie: $100
Papaw: ? (could end up being anywhere from $50 to $100)


So, I should be able to get you guys groceries when I get back, and get my tires fixed.

Towering Tambourines

I suck.


The End.








Edit with more info to come later? Pending.

I Am Not Your Rolling Wheels

"That's what my parents told me love was."

One of my friends told me that today, and she knows who she is. And I didn't wanna bother her with the rant that it started to build at the time. So, I figured I'd take another bit of her advice and write it down here.

My parents told me that love was unconditional and that they would love me no matter what.

My mother proceeded to teach me that love was ignoring her daughter in favor of doting on her newest boytoy and getting pissy when that daughter caused her not to be able to go out and have fun. She taught me that love was telling someone to shut the fuck up until the commercial break because her soap operas were more important than the location of the band-aids. She taught me that it was okay to make your ill child clean her room and do her chores when all she wanted to do was curl up under her covers and try to go back to sleep. She taught me that it's perfectly okay to ignore the fact that your spawn is leaving to a different state and despite ignoring them for the better part of their life it's all cool if you wanna try and guilt trip that back home and make them feel like a horrible person for ever even considering leaving in the first place.

My father taught me that it's okay to make your child almost completely dependent on contact from you of any sort, even if it only is over the phone. It's okay to send your daughter to your mom's house for her visits with you and then not visit her at all while she's there. He taught me that it's okay to completely disappear from that little girls life for five years, give or take, no contact, no phone calls, no letters, no -nothing-, not even child support or contact with ANYONE ELSE on that side of you family. It's okay to make that little girl cry at night because for all she knew you could be DEAD or you just HATED her, and then blame it on your youngest daughter when you finally re-establish contact. It's okay to make promises to come and get her for the holidays and then call TWO DAYS before the promised date to cancel. It's okay to not believe she's sprained her ankle and make her wait a day before you take her to the emergency room and it's certainly okay to make her wait for the emergency room -again- when she tells you that she can't breathe and blames it on the pain medication.

I'm only slightly bitter, except on days like this when I just...

Seriously, guys, why isn't it easier to hate them...?

An Ambiguous Artform

Oh man, I love me some Psych. It's like, such an awesome show.

Thought I will admit to being disappointed with the third season, but hell, the second season still makes up for it XD.

Also, memmie says we're going to try and get me home the ninth or the tenth, so here's to hoping. :3

December Deteriorating

I am quite ready to be out of Texas. less than a month, now :3. Hopefully less than three weeks. I had a little mini-breakdown yesterday/wayearly this morning, which was probably a result of too little sleep, mounting frustration, and guilt-adorned insecurities that really have no right to impede themselves on me so.

I'm hoping Remy's wrong about Texas taking out all the self-confidence my lovely roommates had instilled on me. Hopefully I'll be better when I get back.

Reached a new low today. Memmie called me earlier; I dropped the call without answering and walked across the street to her house to see what she wanted, instead.

I am made of so much fail. Almost nineteen and still acting like a nervous, shy four-year-old at their first day of school.

Momma and I started our eighth puzzle last night; I get to bring this one back to Oklahoma with me. It's a picture of Andromeda; it's actually very pretty and both momma and I suspect it'll be even prettier when we glue it together and gloss it.

I miss my car. And Grigor is getting very impatient; he wants to meet Louis. :3

Christmas was nice, this year. Not as hectic as usual, because it was just immediate family (me, momma, memmie, papaw, and Uncle Ray and his family). Lots of banana pudding. Mmm.

I'll need to start job searching almost as soon as I get back to Oklahoma I reckon, to start paying rent, getting groceries for the girls, paying back people for my tires, paying for my own insurance again, and saving up for AKon and other leisures I might want to buy. :3

...One of my mom's friends offered to pay for my college, yesterday. He's got a lot of indian in him and he said that he'd had a very surreal dream that he paid for it. ...I'm not sure if I should trust him about it, or what he wants in return, or whatever. I'm not keen on putting either myself or my mom into his debt.

Still, though, it'd be really nice not to have to worry about scholarships or whatever and to get my college paid for upfront. I'm terrified of going into debt and ending up in my mom's or my dad's situation. With barely enough money to live on.

I've been thinking, lately, that maybe I should start looking into life insurance early on, because the more I put back to have saved, the easier it'll be on my family when I do go. But at the same time, I'm sure that I couldn't actually afford it, at this point in my life.

Also, maybe I should look into jobs that offer 401k for part-timers. JoAnn's did, and they had insurance. ...I know that working there was horrible for my health, mentally, but still; quitting is seeming like a worse and worse idea everyday.

Fuck, this post went on for longer than I'd intended.

Oh well. <3

Oh, Ducky!

I am currently the proud new owner of the cutest little rubber mouse in the world. His name's Grigor. However, talking about Grigor reminds me that I've been terribly neglectful of my first baby, the sock heartless.

Erin, how's Louis?!

So, I've discovered a lot of new, awesome webcomics lately, which I guess is cool, but at the same time I've wanted to draw -TONS- lately. Seriously. In two days I've made, like, five sketches/drawerings/peekchurs, when my usual thing is two sorta half-sketches every two months. ^^;;

Ah well.

I've spent the last four days going crazy with my two current time-spenders AND cleaning my grandma's house to get ready for Thanksgiving. We just have the bathroom, her bedroom, and the floors left. Why? Cuz we're lazylazy procrastinators and we watched Doctor Who the first day we cleaned and so got precisely -nothing- done.

There's not much to this post. But. I tend to be by myself here and so I don't talk except to the wall at my left and to my dog, so I get this huge buildup of absolutely random crap to say without having anyone who really cares around to hear it, so, it goes here. ^^;;

I think Texas is siphoning my soul out like a pendejo siphons gas.

These Situations Are Irrelevant

I have Alone in the Dark! >3

Oh, happy day.

So, I've been in Texas almost a week now, and...keep this on the downlow, but I'm really missing Oklahoma right now. Though, I have to admit, I've been having fun down in Texas. I went on a motorcycle ride through four different towns, accompanied by...oh, about 200 other motorcycles, on Sunday. That was very awesome. It was a Toy Run, and the Punishers, Lonestar Independence, Booze Fighters (three different chapters, in fact), Rabble Riders, a christian group that I don't quite remember the name of, and quite a few other MC's.

Um, I've gone to see Madagascar II with my grandma and cousin, and that was hilarious. I've gone and gotten my hair done - and it's quite awesome, now, and I hope to have pictures up soon-ish.

Tonight, we're gonna go get momma's tattoo touched up, and I'll be looking at their books and stuff. I wanna a tattoo...and momma doesn't seem too terribly adverse to helping me get one. So, here's to hoping, I suppose?

Also, boo-yah to the rescue mission to South Carolina - I didn't get to go, but I'm totally glad that Maranda is getting out of SC before Christmas.

We finished cleaning out the rooms upstairs at Greiga's today. Once again, she fed us. Tomorrow we're moving all the big furniture over, and a few of the things we just can't live without, like...computers, movies, games, and books. Which basically means I'm moving everything I own, lol. Definately my posters, atleast.

Tony's also coming over tomorrow to put in the new stovetop. The day we're leaving. Awesome landlord, amirite?

Not much to say for this update, really. Am too tired.

The Concept

Well, we went to Wal*AIDS today and turned in the tooth-cookies and tooth. None of us really didn't want to go as far as suing them, and we didn't even really care about the refund. We just...wanted them to know they had Tooth cookies, I guess?

Now that I've calmed down from the disgust of having someone else's tooth in my mouth, I'm not so worried about AIDs anymore. If the owner of the tooth had had AIDS, I just have to remember that the cookie dough went through a very hot oven -and- the tooth was exposed to oxygen for too long. The AIDS is gone. Still, though, Wal*Mart will be forever known as Wal*AIDS and I'm not eating cookies from their bakery again anytime ever.

Their suspiciously delicious chicken strips, however...

On the flipside of the news spectrum, we three roommates have decided to start up an Old West roleplay. Roleplay as in written word, btw, and not sex.

You might ask, why? Because the Old West was sexy, if you look past the only bathing once a month thing. We've decided the little thing that made Christianity popular, never happened, so everyone in our roleplay bathes a lot more. And live longer. And are smarter. Because, you know, without Christianity being popular, there was never anything called "The Dark Ages".

Home Economics for Dentists

So, there I was. Munching happily down on an M & M cookie and placating my terminally insecure, bipolar bitch of a best friend, and what should happen? I bit down of something hard. Now, normally I would pass this off as a particularly hard M&M (because they do happen, believe you me) and continue on with my life. But it didn't -feel- like an M&M. It didn't -taste- like an M&M. So I took it out and looked at it. I cleaned it off with water and clorox just be sure. And it certainly looks like a tooth to me.

The problem is, I don't happen to be missing any teeth. I checked. I double-checked. I triple-checked. All my teeth are safe and happy in my head, taunting me as they call out phrases like "You got AIDS from a batch of Wal*Mart cookies...!"

Seriously. It had better not be a tooth. And if it is a tooth? Wal*Mart's paying to get the AIDS taken out of me. They're paying to find the damn cure. Immediately. My immune system sucks enough as it fucking is.

Fucking Cthulhu-damned cookies.

Dammit.

Technorogy Is Tellific

I have decided that I am just going to leave the html code alone for now, go over my old notes, go through James' loverly html books and take some online tutorials. I will have my knowledge back. My skills will once again ace.

In other news, went over to Greiga's today to clean some more before we move in. Got most of the walls and doors cleaned up. I will ignore that there may have been anything more on the wall besides nicotine stains and blood. Still, though, all that needs to be done now is to move the extra furniture down to the garage, clean the part of the wall we couldn't get to thanks to said furniture, mop, and transdeposit* the bed from the room downstairs to Sean's room, and then one room will be ready for the move.

Then we're gonna start work on Erin's room - luckily we don't have to scrub the walls of her room, just get all of her stuff up off the floor and mop and move around furniture. The smell of musk and non-living organisms is slowly starting to fade away from the upstairs, especially since we jacked Greiga's closet freshener for our own devices.

Sometimes when we get there before she gets home I feel like we're cleaning ninja's or something, but then I remember that we'd make really horrible ninja's.

The three of us are planning on getting a video recorder and program for video editing for the computers and starting up videos on YouTube. Mostly a summary of our days rolled up in, like, ten minutes or so and to educate our fellow young people's on the wiles and tricks of Landlords. They're like Time Lords, only with all the nefariousness of the Dalek's, with the addition of degrees in accounting and the fact that they're not aliens; they're Molebears**.

How decidedly evil can you get? Landlords are the true anti-christ.

*This blog will be a landslide of words made up on the spot. Learn to synthesize!
**Erin made the revelation on ride home from Greiga's. It seems so obvious now!