Saturday, December 31, 2005
Wal-Mart is officially the worst fucking place on earth. I never want to shop there again. I hate them. They are the shittiest unfriendlies in the world. I will not go into details, but I will say, that if a Wal-Mart in my area burns down, it's cause I did it. I fucking hate them.
I don't actually want to write a lot, but I just wanted to inform the regulars that I am indeed posting still. I have not forgotten about you. I went crazy at Dollar General today. I bought so much stuff for my dorm room. The only thing I look forward to is decorating and such. Grrr. This week is going to be so freaking hectic, I don't know if there will be another update soon. However, once things get settled in school, all will be well.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Thank you for leaving a completely shit comment about Nano and circuits and other fucking useless information. I can't wait for you to visit my site again and add even more random unimportant fuckshit to my blog. However, if you attempt stupid shit like this again, I will hunt you down on the internet and do the same thing to you. Only, I know how to find the most useless things and you will pay for leaving this stupid shit for me. I appreciate your stupidity, as it makes me feel better about myself. Thanks for the self-esteem boost. I now know my intelligence level is higher than some people. Have a nice useless existence on Earth John Warner.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Saturday I woke up not long before having to attend Thanksgiving dinner at my gma's. We were the first ones there, but closely followed by everyone else. After eating, we played Sequence, and everyone in my family is intensely competitive. We were like screaming and half of us were on cold medicine and in that weird sleepy nyquil induced phased out mood. Regardless, it was fun. I think I may be the only person I know who actually doesn't dread these sorts of get togethers.
Sunday I woke up at one and left at 145 to go to Norma's for scrabble. However, I helped her clean her gutters, because that's what we did. No other explanation needed. Fun times (sarcasm), the hose thingy turned into sprinkler system and went nutso. Anyway, I was so tired, that when we were playing scrabble, I couldn't spell or think. I lost. Twice. Then, I went to Giant Eagle to buy condoms for Aaryn (explanation later) and I was being all discrete about it, until the cashier was like "Do you want THESE (held up in air) bagged separately from the donuts?" I was like "Put them in the bag." And I left...embarrassing. Then I went to Wal-Mart, as I waited for Amanda to call me so I could go to Aaryn's house and decorate her room. I bought yarn so I could crochet something. Then, I went to Aaryn's house and decorated her room with scented/colored/flavored condoms. Then, we played TriBond, and I watched tv until like 2 am. At this point I fell asleep.
Monday: At 415 AM, my alarm went off, and I was so tired, I couldn't figure out why it was ringning...I thought someone was calling me, and after only 2 hours of sleep, this was completely acceptable. I proceded to Country Fair to buy a fairly large caffeine-packed cappuccino. The guy at the counter was like, "Good morning!" I was standing there in obviously slept in clothing, with gloves at 430 am, in 30 degree weather, and this man was sooo increbibly chipper. "I uttered a sleepy, "hi" and paid. Then he was like "Have a nice day!" and I think I said something about it being ass early. Then I drove to Erie to acquire Aaryn. Only, there are two exits for the same road...and well, you guessed it, Stef took the wrong one and was driving aimlessly through erie on a caffeine buzz. After not finding 14th, but 12th and 15th, I went to a country fair to ask where the amtrak was. A stoner was like "What is Amtrak?...Erie has a train station???" And the clerk was like "I have no idea," as did 8 other customers...I knew at this point in time, that I had chosen the wrong place to stop...Well, 5 minutes and one business guy later, I was back on the road. I finally found the damn thing, following three traffic violations, including a u-turn and wrong way on a one way street. Just as the passengers were getting off. Then we drove back to Meadville where I picked up Brittney and a very exhausted group of people went to Perkins. We were all in that goofy phase of sleep deprivation, it's a shock that we didn't get thrown out. The eggs made me sick. I had the shits for awhile...Nice to know, huh? Then I took her home, Aaryn's brother to school, and back to her house. Now, you'd think I'd have slept, but alas, we started to play DDR. Then Frequency, then watched Gilmore girls. Then as boredom increased at a surprising rate, we went back to perkins. This lasted until about 1130. Then I learned how to crochet and at 2 am, went home to sleep. This brings us up to now.
Tuesday: I took aaryn to an orthodontist appointment and am sitting on her computer playing Family Feud. I am thinking of sleeping as I am incredibly tired. Peace out homes...sorry for that. I am tired.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
The mailman didn't fucking come until 7:13 pm today. And I didn't even get my shoes that I ordered. Fuck them. Want shoes!!!
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Hmm, I spent hours on the phone attempting to pay a hospital bill that I am not supposed to pay. Wonderful, huh? Yeah.
Aaryn is coming home soon and I can not wait. We are going to do what some would call "gay," and by some I mean Rae. We're going to get all dressed up and go rent a movie, then go back to her house, drink fake wine or that sparkling grape juice stuff, and take black and white pictures of ourselves. We might even smoke...ooh, rebellious. We're also going to go to the new Movie Theatre and use the photo booth because we live in Meadville...and there is nothing else to do in Meadville. Also, Perkins will be making tons of money, and by tons I mean $5, from us and our coffee/cookie binges. Hmm, let's see what other strange things could we do? Not sure yet.
I'm eating a peanut butter cookie and drinking Dr. Pepper. Today, I was attacked by a black bear. Yeah, I know, seems unlikely, but it happened. I have scars to prove it. Yeah. I beat it off with my shoes. Those damn bears really hate when things hit them in the eye. Who'd a thunk it, right? I should've gone to Wal-Mart today like I had planned. I need to buy pudding and coconut for a pie I am making a friend for her birthday, but when I looked outside and there was tornadic activity, I decided to just sit around and finish Sphere. Around 230, I decided to get the mail, as I am expecting a pair of shoes and on the way back, the gosh darn bear bursted out of the woods and attacked my left leg. Needless to say, I have a prosthetic leg. Anyway, back to the story: It attacked my leg. I hit it with my shoe. Bear dead. I did not get my shoes in the mail...:( Sadness.
And I think I dislocated my thumb last night in my sleep. It hurts like hell, but only when I apply pressure to the top or when I move things. I tried to stir some mac and cheese, but they were too heavy for my thumb. It was either my insane movements while sleeping or it is from being beaten by a cat on Saturday, but I don't know why it wouldn't hurt until today. The heating pad seemed to work, and BenGay did not do shit...so I just sit in pain...deal with it, that's my motto. Not really, but whatev. And its my right thumb! I'm not left-handed.
This is about Sphere, if you have any intent to read this at some point, and don't want to know what happens, don't read... Sphere (although I have about 70 pages left) was disappointing in the sense that Jerry was really Harry...I really wanted it to be an alien, not just some subconscious thing controlling a squid. It is, however, a real page turner. And what the hell is with Beth getting all up in Norman's grill and getting naked and shit? He never even thinks about his wife when he decides not to fuck her. You'd think that one of his thoughts would've been "I'm married. With children." Not just, "Wow, Beth is acting strange." Men never do that...They never go "Sex? With a beautiful woman? Hmm, not now, because she's acting a little odd."
Sunday, November 06, 2005
I am getting The DaVinci Code for X-Mas from my mommy! Yayness.
So now instead of nausea, it's more of a "I wish I were dead" crampy feeling.
I swear to God, I will fucking freak out if a certain person keeps asking me if I have a job yet. Let's see, if I apply at every place in FUCKING MEADVILLE and no one hires me, then I'm pretty much out of options. My guess is, having a brain makes me overqualified, since I don't know how you can be not qualified to wash fucking dishes at a restaurant. It just pisses me off so much to hear the question from teh same god damned person every day. He asked me again last night, and in front of like 10 other people, I semi-freaked and was like "stop it!"
Ugh, I want to vomit. I know I'm not pregnant, unless by some miracle I was impregnated by the tons of guys who don't come around and stick their penii in me. I just want to die. Sleeping is the only thing that makes me feel ok, and I can't fall asleep because I'm so nauseus. I just want to know what I should do...
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Eek, I've had this death sickness for like a week. My symptoms are so weird. Diarrhea, nausea to the point where I can't move, dizziness, toothache, runny nose, cough (off and on), headache, deep deep sleep, restlessness, hyperactivity, fatigue. I think that's it. I want to die.
Monday, October 31, 2005
If you read the myspace blog "eek", don't read this:
I woke up this morning and sighed when I saw the clock. Noon again? I thought. Then, I was like, oh god, I forgot, it's daylight savings time...YAY!!! It's only 11.
I have been really nauseus all day, so I decided to eat. A hotpocket. It was very good, but I was still hungry. So I ate chicken. Bad choice. The grease made me sicko again. Now I am sucking down a ginger ale in hopes of it settling me. It won't.
We have to get groceries still and its 4 pm already. Maybe I can convince my dad to stop at Quiznos because it is next to the grocery store, and I really want to eat a yummy sub. While the Whole Darn Thing is scrumptious, they don't have the choices of Quiznos, and I always get the same thing at WDT.
I reek of grease because of the tripod my camera is on. It's there so I can take pictures of myself. Yeah...that's right I do that.
I deleted almost a gig of shit off my computer today. I was just like, eh, I have nothing else to do, so I will clean my comp. I had to get rid of a lot of porn, as you know, that takes up shitloads of space. Haha, no really.
Friday, October 28, 2005
I also carved a pumpkin (the one from Finny's) and it is so kick-ass. Yes, I am happy about my jack-o-lantern. I was complimented on it. And I managed to keep 8 fingers.
I passed out trick-or-treat candy this lovely evening, while reading "Sphere" because 9 kids came at 6:05 and that was it until 7:30 when my cousins stopped by.
I had to drive to a gas station today so I could call my friend in Illinois. This creepy guy looked at me and stood staring at me for a couple seconds...I locked my doors.
Family Guy is on now, as it is everyday at 11:30 pm, and so I must part with you, the dedicated reader. Please leave many comments about how I can make money from home, because I really enjoy deleting all the emails alerting me of these lovely comments. Please also comment about how this blog is so interesting and how you have bookmarked. Honestly, flooding my inbox is the greatest compliment.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Hmm, nothing else has been going on...Uh, I bought gloves and a matching scarf the other day (can we say girly). Also, my friend sent me a virus through AIM, although he didn't do it on purpose. So now I sit here with my 5 hour virus scan trying to find any other infected files. Our power keeps going out. The whole "town" has been losing power causing a HUGE blackout. And by town, I mean all 20 houses in this lovely 2 square mile area.
Eek! I went to my high school to do something in the guidance office and naturally, I went to pull down in front of the school, you know where the office is. Well, the rent-a-cop crossing guard was like "Are you picking up your kid?" Ok, I might add here that I don't look older than maybe 25, meaning I would've been 10 when I had this child. So I replied with "No I have to see the guidance counselor." Apparently this translated into, "I'm breaking into the school because I love it so much." But he was like "You'll have to go park down there. Either the student parking lot or along the curb. We can't let just anyone down there." WTF does that mean? What gave him the impression that I was a terrorist? Was it the fact that school was letting out in 3 minutes leaving no students or teachers for me to kill? Was it my lizard steering wheel cover? No, I think it was the pillows and the purse on my passenger seat that put me right into that terrorist category. Then the ass sees me walking down the sidewalk with a piece of paper and my car keys...That's it. Oh yeah, where's the bomb and/or gun? Duh! In my bra...So I go in, and since someone held the door open for me, I didn't have to push the button and "state my purpose for visiting." So I go in the office to sign in, and the secretary was so incredibly kind, I thought I would vomit when she turned to me and said, "Who are you?" Well, bitch, I'm a visitor since I'm signing in on the fucking VISITOR'S NOTEBOOK. So I told her why I was there and she's like "Well, put on a nametag and go." So I looked around and there weren't any, so I was like "Um..." and she's like "Oh, they're all gone? Here," and tosses one at me. Thanks. It's a fucking dog head thing, so I'm thinking "I'm not putting this fucking thing on." Now, as you recall all the students are leaving because school is over, I'm sure someone was going to stop me in the hall and say, "Hey, you graduated already didn't you?" I saw one of my old teachers who I had for 6 years (7-12) and kinda waved and she ignored me...She must still think my name is Ashley...So it takes me two seconds to do what I went there for and I go back to sign out and Miss Friendly is like "Well, that didn't take very long." I looked at her and walked out. She was so nice when I was a student, but apparently after you graduate, people there no longer have to be congenial.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Meanwhile, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the only thing there - my cell phone. Well, it turned out to be even more worthless than I had originally thought, so I threw it on the ground. "Shit, what now?" I said as the crazed turtle came at me. At a distance of maybe two feet, Michelangelo slipped on some mud and fell flat on his shell. And, as everyone knows, a turtle on its back is having bad luck. I stood over him as he struggled to flip over and laughed. "Well, we can thank Mother Nature for that." Then I chuckled some more and walked over to my Dad. We did one of those sappy, end of the movie, hero family hugs and started leaving. As soon as we reached the other side of the road, we heard someone calling to us. It was Finny, telling us that we could have a free pumpkin to replace the poofed one, and a free cup of hot apple cider each...Aw, how sweet, right? That's what we thought...
When suddenly he turned into a massive spider, but my dad, that quick thinker, took his shoe and stabbed him in the eye with the shoe lace tip.
The End...or is it??
Friday, October 21, 2005
Ug, what a shitty morning. The best alarm clock is definitely a fly landing on your nose and then crawling over your face. Then, I had to blow my nose because of this damn death sickness, and ended up sneezing blood. Needless to say, I am drinking Dayquil like coffee during one of my Perkins night binges…
I’ve also been wearing the same pants for like three days for two reasons:
1) They’re not in my laundry basket.
2) They are super fucking comfy and warm.
So, in order to make my room look less like ground zero following a natural disaster, I decided to do laundry. The basket was so freaking heavy, I thought I was going to throw my back out lifting it. I did however manage to squeeze it all into two loads, because unlike just about everyone in the world, I don’t separate whites and colors. Mostly because our washer is broke, and to get cold water, you have to unscrew the thing and stand there with the hose until it turns on.
I’m so incredibly tired; my jaw hurts from yawning so much. My wish list online just keeps getting longer and longer, and its kinda depressing, because I keep thinking of things I want, but can’t afford. I’m so materialistic, its sad…but only with clothes, movies, cds, and books. I don’t need a fancy car (however, one that works more than 79% of the time would be nice) and I don’t need nice furniture (a non-broken mattress would be nice too). I just want to have tons of books and movies. And if I wake up tomorrow and want to wear cords and a nice shirt, then I should be able to.
Aaryn comes back in 29 days…how exciting!! I can’t wait because she is my friend and I want a friend to go to Perkins with and watch Gilmore Girls season 4 with and play DDR with and be jobless with and drink fake soda and eat stale chips with.
Slippers are beautiful…especially when your feet are freezing. I’m going to a football game tonight…woo hoo, but at least I won’t be sitting at home staring at a computer screen.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Then we bought powerball tickets. Yeah. That's my day.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Hmm, so what has been up? Nothing. The other day, I got high for the first time...I don't see why people want to do it all the time. There's nothing exciting about it. Your eyes just start to hurt after awhile. Blah. I also tried to get drunk, but three shots and two rum and cokes don't do it.
Lately, I have been more talkative and I haven't had a breakdown in over a week. I'm very happy about this. Hmm, I can't wait until Saturday, because I want to have fun, and this Saturday I might. There's always hope for me. Eh, ok not always, but I'm working on that.
God, there is nothing to do around here during the day so I sit and watch the wind blow waiting for a call about a job that never comes. Luckily I got to drive into Meadville today. I get to do it tomorrow too. Yippy Skippy! There's also nothing on tv. I just felt like updating this beautiful blog today to give Rae something to read. (Your welcome, and you're right, there isn't anything here) Grr. I can see this is going to be another night of Sudoku until 1 am. Perhaps I will work on my wishlist...
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Anyway, aside from being depressed about that...I am having a wonderful week. Nothing exciting has happened, but I also haven't been sitting in a corner with a razor blade wanting to kill myself. I don't know what the fuck was wrong with me today, but I had so much freaking energy, it was peculiar. I turned my Marz, NIN, and Hed pe music up really loud - along with some shit music because believe it or not, I have shit music on my computer - put my hair up in the most ridiculus style, and danced like a highly intoxicated person. Then, I decided that my hair do was horrible and should be added to the horrible pictures of me I have on my computer. So, I did that and then decided to photoshop it. I made burn victim, incredibly obese me, blonde me, and goth freak. It was fun, and really let me explore my photoshop skills, which are non-existent. Blonde does NOT work for me.
Yesterday I went on a major health kick, and decided to exercise. I was doing step ups for like half an hour, and my calves hurt like HELL today. I realized that 80 is my cut off for crunches. Also, I have a meal plan which is working out for me. And since I peed a lot yesterday, the scale reports that I lost three pounds since yesterday...but it might have been the water in my hair because I had just taken a shower and my hair was up in a towel. I don't know. My abs don't feel any more like a "six pack" but it takes time. My goal is to lose two pants sizes by Christmas, and if I don't go crazy on Thanksgiving, I'm sure I can do it...Or I could fast for a couple days prior to the festivities. And by my birthday, my goal is to be down another size or two, which puts me in a nice spot for swimsuit season...Not anorexic skinny, but not morbidly obese either.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Anyhow, I'm in a particularly good mood today but this has been bothering me for hmm...I'd say 5 years. I have this friend who I used to spend so much time with. We had so much fun, doing everything together. Every weekend was spent at one of our houses. The problem arose when she got a boyfriend. Now, it was only like 9th grade, so I wasn't completely jealous. I was way too concerned with passing high school then having someone to kiss and grope in the halls. I'm a nerd, what can I say. She became even ruder than she was before. She constantly called me fat and made fun of everything I did. But the moment I pointed out a small mistake she made, I was the bad guy, the bitch, etc. Fine, I found a way to deal with that. Then, she started ignoring me completely or when she was around, it was only about her.
This is where things got even worse. A new boyfriend came along and this one was very serious. So serious, that she lost her virginity to him. She wasn't the type to sleep with anyone, in fact one guy dumped her because she wouldn't fuck him. Anyway, he was a complete jerk to her. I found him to be immature, condescending, and emotionally abusive. However, when she asked for my honest opinon, and stupid me actually gave her my honest opinion, she got so pissed and told me "well, if you ever get a boyfriend, you'll understand." Ok, so thanks for implying that I am too fat and disgusting to ever have someone to love me. And yeah, I was totally jealous of him telling her she's fat (at 115 pounds) and stupid. I honestly couldn't/can't understand why she is with him. One day we went somewhere together and he was there... Needless to say I did everything by myself while she dicked around with him and his friends eventhough they had spent the whole god damn day in school together. For about the next year, I heard nothing from her. NOTHING.
Moving on...she got into a car accident because she was still high from smoking with him and basically wrapped her car around a tree. After a three day coma and overcoming a broken neck, she decided she wanted to be my friend again. So, ok. I'm ok with her wanting to spend less time with the dickhead and more time with friends. Unfortunately, all her friends from school had decided that they spent too much time together so they gave up on her. The accident was in April (ish). Around December, she found out she was pregnant...and a senior in high school who had missed like two months the previous year because of the accident. Now, I'm her best friend in the world and the only one she can talk to about everything. And by everything, I mean her boyfriend. I can't remember a time when she asked about me or how my life was, or about school, or anything that didn't involve him.
Skip ahead about 8 months. I'm going off to college and she's like "Oh, we should do something before you go away because I won't see you for awhile." WTF? We haven't done shit together in like 6 months...you never call me because you are either at the doctor's or His house. Fuck you. Alas, I did stuff with her because I am passive aggressive and introverted. I never say anything to people about how they treat me. A month later she has her baby and I once again do not matter because, well she's a mom. You'd think by this time I would learn that I should just give up on this relationship. Well, I am apparently a slow learner.
Moving on to a weekish ago. I decided to do something with her because I haven't seen her in awhile and I was bored. We were having a good time and she mentioned that she and her boyfriend get drunk just about every Saturday night. I asked if I could come and she said yes, but they didn't have any alcohol left. I agreed to pay for half of it. I gave her ten bucks and went home. Lovely...I had plans for the next night, getting trashed...woo hoo. Anyway she calls me like an hour before I'm supposed to pick her up and tells me that her parents are suspicious because I'm hanging out with her and the dickhead so we should do it the next weekend. Now, who wouldn't be just a little upset over the fact that they changed around their whole saturday to do this and then had everything fall through? I am fully justified in being angry about that. The next Saturday comes...no phone call from her. At this point, I'm so upset, I don't want to call her and ask what the hell is going on. Also, I'm not sure whether I want to go drink with them, get my ten bucks back, or get half the rum that my money paid for...
That's my vent for now. Otherwise, I am having a very good week. Upon waking, I realized it was a very beatiful day. I made excellent pancakes this morning. First time ever...Also, the coffee tasted exceptionally good today. Scrabble was fun today too. We each won a game. Yesterday, the technical first day of the week, went quite well. It wasn't too cold, like Saturday, and nothing horrible happened. Family Guy wasn't on because of Baseball, but I got over it and found a rerun on another channel.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
So, my Aunt Flo has decided to take a vacation from her visit to me. Thank Christ...I can finally be comfy in my warm comfy clothing. I was at Perkins last night, and was so buzzed that I sat at my computer doing online word searches singing "I'm on a caffiene buzz. Buzz buzz buzz! I'm buzzed! Yeah, buzzed." Until 6:30ish am. Then I slept in until fucking 10:30 am...WOOO HOOO!!!
Low budget films are so terrible that they are the best movies to watch. I just watched Garganuta, or some crap like that, and when the guy got eaten by the giant lizard...Oh God, it was amazing. The obvious fake legs and shittily computer generated scene. Oh, I wish I could watch it again. And they obviously can't hire real script writers, so they hire some Joe Schmo off the street to come in and write whatever nonsensical crap they can think of. For example: The kid is sitting there with the baby of the monster after it witnessed its mother being shot by these weird people trying to capture them, which makes no sense...but anyway not the point. This guy, who is dressed like a Jimmy Buffett fan, comes up and looks at him. And the kid, for no reason just goes, "I had a dog once. He ran away. His name was Casey. (pets the lizard's head) Maybe I'll name him Casey." WTF!?!?
My friend "Brittany" was totally screwed over by a friend, and I feel bad for her. She said she would never leave her room again...If I had a penis, I would go comfort her and make everything ok, alas, I am just a girl. And a girl on her period on top of that...even worse. If you read this, "Brittany," I want you to know, I love you and you will be ok. :)
Egad, I am bored and cold. Eskimos have to be nutso. Why would you choose to live in a house made of snow and ice? Freaks...Sorry, if you're an eskimo. I guess I'd have to be one for a day or an hour or something to know just how much it sucks. I think they like eat seals and stuff...Seals are cute. I wouldn't mind the parka though. Seems like a nice invention. I should get one now. Jesus, I'm not even outside, and I'm sooo cold. My fingers are beginning to become numb...therefore I must use all my typing skills to type as fast as possible. Which, if I can remember back to ninth grade typing, is somewhere along the lines of 80 wpm. Anyway, back to Eskimoism. On the other hand, I would get to sled ride all the time. And be pulled by dogs, so climbing up a hill wouldn't take any effort. I'm not really good at fishing, as I have no patience. I'd probably starve. I could never kill an innocent looking polar bear or fox or whatever animals they have in the cold and I can't fish. And even if I stumbled across a carcass, my fire starting skills are, well, nonexistent. Well, I guess I better find some sort of plant. At least with all the snow I will keep hydrated.
So, in order to be a little more open to Eskimoism, I googled them. They eat whales...That is fucking disgusting. And caribou, which I guess could be like deer. Still, yuck. They don't all live in igloos. Some live underground and some live in caribou tents. I don't like things that live underground...and tents are not my thing. Give me a Best Western or even a dirty Travelodge that is obviously a hooker stomping ground and/or druggie hot spot. Good thing I am kick ass at kayaking...I could beat my little eskimo buddies' asses in a race. Learning a new language wouldn't be too fun, though. A plus! I wouldn't need to start a fire, because they like to save their fuel for more important things than cooking. Score!
Today I actually worked up enough energy to clean my room. I have too many clothes. Really…women do have a thing with hoarding clothing and never getting rid of anything. I have a section in my drawer labeled “Things that don’t fit, but might one day.” What a loser and wisher I am…The sad thing is, I have a massive pile of clothing that is going to either be trashed or donated to Good Will; it depends on if I ever feel like loading up my car and driving all the way to it. It’s a shitty one. It took me four minutes to look at everything.
I’m also working on learning all 2700+ songs on my computer. Takes way too long, unfortunately…
I’m menstruating like Niagara Falls today. I realize most people don’t care, but hey, you took the chance by reading this. I’m going to become poor because of all the freaking tampons I have to purchase. I wonder if a doctor could induce menopause without any major surgery. Again, what a wisher I am…
Anyway, I went to Perkins with Brittney this evening. It was fun. I think I may take a bus to see her in Pittsburgh some time. She said it only cost $32. There is a gay club that they go to and it onlycosts $3, so I hope I could go. I could really use some drunken gay times...
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Today I woke up only to enter the wonderful world of womandom. Yeah...it's called cramp city. I was in so much pain I had to crawl to the bathroom and then I almost passed out on the toilet. Then, after finally returning to my lovely bed, I started sweating soo much, there were puddle-type things on my bed. I was finally down to just a bra and underwear with the fan on full blast and the windows in the house open...It was still not enough cool air to make me not die from dehydration. I tried standing up to implement a blood catching instrument, but I had to lean against a chair, and after only ten seconds, I got very light-headed and blurry vision. After collapsing onto my bed again, I blindly searched for my Midol, which I might add is the best fucking invention EVER, and ripped open the package. Damn them for being individually wrapped...I was finally able to grab a possibly three day old soda can and get enough fluid and energy to down the two pills...At this point I either passed out or fell asleep. Either way, I woke up about an hour later feeling like I was sleeping in a snow cone. I was no longer in pain or hot as hell and had to put on a flannelish shirt and sweat pants because I was freezing my ass off. I fell asleep again and woke up about four hours later. Needless to say, at this point I feel much better and no longer wish to kill whomever created women to have periods...
I should watch "That 70's Show" more often.
I have sunk to a new low...I'm applying at a gas station.
I need something to keep me busy at night...television sucks.
Oh my cramps are returning...Those damn pills were supposed to last until 11 pm!!!!
I didn't allow comments on the last one because I'm sick of people flooding my inbox with comment notifications because people are putting ads in my comment section.
Fuck McAfee and its goddamn popups telling me that internet explorer, which I don't even fucking use, is being accessed by a "third party" every three fucking seconds.
Fuck people who call and don't leave a message, but hang up after the fucking answering machine has picked up so you have ten seconds of nothing and then the click from the hang up.
Fuck insects that land on you, you brush them away, then they land in the same fucking place...OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
Fuck the tvguide channel for telling me that Family Guy is on when it is clearly not because some fucking stupid anime show is on.
Fuck one-ply toilet paper for not lasting as long as it should...leaving you wondering how you are going to peel the little pieces off your still-shitty ass.
Fuck the porn people who keep sending me emails about how I can enlarge my penis...Newsflash fuckers, I am a girl, I don't have a fucking penis. I don't have a boyfriend and therefore, do not know anyone who needs to enlarge his fucking penis.
Fuck nail polish that peels off ten fucking seconds after you apply it.
Fuck people who make you feel like complete shit, but are too out of touch to know that they do it. Or they simply don't care.
Fuck certain people who, although they know my phone number and have a phone, refuse to call me ever, but every time I call them, it is a bad time...well fine, then you call me. Fuck you for pretending like it’s my fault that we never talk.
If it has been unclear to you, I am extremely upset today. I hate everyone and everything but do not want to talk to anyone about it. Because the only people that I can talk to will just make it fucking worse or refuse to listen to what I have to say. Or they will just tell me that I am a lazy fuck who is making up her depression and that I think it is fucking cool to wake up each morning and take pills. Because who doesn't love waking up each and every morning and eating a piece of bread with a pill and getting diarrhea because of the effects on the body and getting killer fucking headaches every day because of the self-inflicted stress from being so fucking unhappy? Oh yeah, sounds like a real amusement park. I love waking up everyday with no one next to me because I know I will never be good enough to sleep next to someone. I love having to punch walls and break things to let out my anger. I love all the mood swings, muscle aches, bloody knuckles, sleepless nights, long ass days. But what I love most, is crying myself to sleep because I exhaust myself, resulting in one hell of a good night’s sleep.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Usually my posts are full of random bullshit and it is up to the reader to decide whether it is fact or fiction. Well, for this post I’m going to be completely honest. And if that means I can be labeled as “emo,” then fine, call me emo. I will no longer take it personally and feel hurt by it.
Exactly one year ago, I was sitting in a dorm room in Erie, Pa, thinking about how much fun school was. I was still not hating everyone around me and my roommate and I were still on speaking terms. I was liking life as a psychology major. I would’ve never dreamed that in 365 days, I would turn into a girl who sits in her bedroom, a college drop out, who is so unhappy with her life that she actually considered becoming anorexic. Those damn eharmony commercials make her depressed and lonely. The only relationships she can have are those in her dreams, which come more frequently, just making her feel even worse. She makes plans with friends just to get alcohol so for a few hours she can forget that she has nothing. She’s too damn scared to pick up the phone and call someone to talk to when she is unhappy and when she needs someone the most, so she sits by the phone hoping someone will call her. But the phone never rings, because no one knows she is in need of consoling. She’s too afraid to let people in…she hides her feelings from everyone around her; she drives around so they won’t see her crying. The pain killer companies are kept in business by her alone, because she stresses herself out so much, she has constant headaches, backaches, and muscle tension. Sometimes, what hurts more than anything, is that some people wouldn’t/won’t believe her even if she did let them in.
Advice I get is to keep busy so I forget that I am lonely and unhappy. But I don’t know how to do that. I’ve applied at like 10 places, and no one has hired me. My hamster is nocturnal so there is nothing for me to play with during the day. The only friend I have around works all day and is too tired at night to do anything but talk on the phone for an hour. Although people keep telling me I made the right choices, I can’t help but think I should’ve just stayed at Gannon, no matter how shitty I felt it was. If I hadn’t moved in with my mom, maybe I would’ve found the perfect school and this post wouldn’t have to exist. No one agrees with this statement: I am a quitter. They just keep saying, “You didn’t quit, you’re just trying to get things in order.” Personally, I think that is the only bullshit in this entire post. I am a quitter. I quit Gannon, I quit DVC, I quit French, I quit the clarinet, and I quit giving a shit.
I no longer have empathy (I think that’s the right term) for others. It sounds really horrible, but I’m being honest. My friend ended up in the hospital the other day from doing 12 shots of vodka in an hour and I was happy she was alive because it meant I would still have a friend. Another friend’s relative died, and I didn’t really care or say anything to her; I changed the subject. I used to be caring enough to listen to other people bitch and moan about their problems, but now I couldn’t give two shits about it. I just sit and shake my head with the occasional “yeah” and “mmhmm.” In reality, I’m usually thinking about something else, whether it be what I’m doing later or the math test I failed in 7th grade.
Do I want to die? I honestly don’t know…Driving into a tree at 100 mph, jumping off a bridge, and swimming with great white sharks sound like real thrills, but I don’t know. There are times when I want to die…but right now, no. Sometimes the line between thrill seeking and attempted suicide gets blurry for me.
Friday, September 30, 2005
I think I have food poisoning from Illinois. My ass has been vomiting for days now.I was reminiscing about my high school days, and I thought about 11th grade lunch and Jenna, the idiot who sat with us for some unknown reason. None of us liked her, but she insisted on eating with us EVERYDAY! The one day she was talking about her grandma and how she would wake her up Sunday mornings to go to church. I quote, “Finally, I learned how to pretend to be sleeping so I wouldn’t have to go.” And Brett was like “I learned how to do that in kindergarten.” Her grandma also used all the hot water in the shower. Lindsey responded with “Well, maybe you’ll get lucky next year and she’ll die.”
Brown bags for lunch - $1
Yogurt and sandwich – $1.50
Can of Soda - $.50
Jenna’s face – priceless
She didn’t sit with us for the rest of the year after that…
I made coffee for the first time this morning…I fucked up because I got a filter out, but didn’t put it in the filter holder because I was getting the coffee and it’s a weird coffee maker. So I opened the lid and poured the grounds in…without the filter. Yeah, I’m an idiot. That led to me washing the damn thing, which took years because when grounds get wet, they stick, and of course the thing was already wet. GAH!! Needless to say, my coffee had a couple grounds in it, but it was good anyways.
My music collection is quite odd. When randomized, the first ten songs are:
1. Distorted Penguins – Sexi Lexi
2. Jay-Z & Linkin’ Park – Points of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer
3. Aimee Mann – Humpty Dumpty
4. The Postal Service – Nothing Better
5. Le Tigre – This Island
6. NIN – The Day the World Went Away
7. Martina McBride – Where Would You Be?
8. MFGG – Stand By Your Man
9. Beethoven – Fur Elise
10. Snoop Dogg – Smoke Weed Everyday
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
It took us around 11 hours to get there. We were going to stay in the first hotel we could find, but there weren't any, so we ended up staying in the one they had reservations in for the next night. We were all so incredibly tired when we got there, because we had been awake the whole time. We got to the room around 4:00 am (their time...they're an hour behind). Along the way we collected random things for Aaryn, such as a happy meal box, the toy, some french fries, and a really shitty tattoo of a clown. The next morning, everyone was still exhausted and took forever to get down to the FREE continental breakfast. Best Western has the shittiest muffins...They were really gross. Anyhow...
Then we went to the school where we met up with Aaryn and Seth and they gave us a tour of the campus in case I would consider it. There are a shitload of squirrels there, and you can walk up to them. The library had a spiral staircase, it was nice. There are a lot of trees there and the landscaper won an award for his work. Uh...then we went to a Steak & Shake for lunch. Amanda got a milkshake poured down her back. They gave me the wrong bread for my sandwich. It was good though. Then we went to see "Corpse Bride" and it was good. We then went back to campus and hung out with their friends, Mike and Sarah at the Gizmo. After that drawn out boring time (hey, i have to be honest), we went to a Chinese Buffet with the BEST green beans I have ever had. Also, there were squids there...it was creepy. Then, we went to see "Flightplan" and Seth and I made fun of the dialogue the whole time. It was good, but it was very easy to make fun of. Then I went back to Aaryn's dorm room and we made popcorn. "The Outer Limits" was on so we watched it and it was totally weird. Seth called us to play DDR with Mike, Sarah, and him in his room. We did for awhile, but it started getting late and we were all really tired so we went back to her room. Since we wanted something to make us sleep we watched "Sleeping Beauty." It was 4 am at the earliest when I fell asleep.
We had to get up at 9 to go to the hotel so Aaryn and Sara could swim for a bit and so we could get the FREE breakfast again. It was much better this time. While they were swimming, the rest of us sat around discussing the Bible, and how we all think it is a bunch of malarkey. This went on for quite some time...which is weird. Then, we went to Pizza Hut for lunch where we played Buzz Word. Then it was time to take Aaryn back to the dorm and head home. We said good-bye and got in the car. Since we were only 25 miles from Iowa, we went to Iowa. Then we drove all the way back to Meadville...It rained all the way across Ohio, and I don't know if you (the reader) has ever done that, but it takes FOREVER!! We got back around 4 am.
That was it. I slept about 11 hours from 8 am Friday to 5 am Monday. Um...
I was sitting around thinking about me, when I was like, "Woah, there are certain words I don't like to say." This is them with alternatives that are ok.
vagina - cunt, pussy, girly part, down there
nigger - nigga (as in a song), or if it is in a song (this is just an offensive word...come on people)
boob - breast (and all variations of breast, ie. breasticles)
However, penis, cock, and all terms for the male sex organ are perfectly fine with me.
To change the subject completely...I finally have chips. This only means anything if you read the other post about me wanting some. I'm currently downloading music, because I have an obsession with that. It has been raining for about 24 hours now. It's kinda chilly outside. I had to wear a sweater when I went to the grocery store. I'm thinking about starting another writing project, but I'm not sure if it will be a short story or a "novel." I think I have a better chance with short story, since I'll never finish a novel for the simple reason that I can't. My eyes hurt a lot from staring at this screen because it is bright. Also, I'm really tired, but that comes into play in the trip post, so it doesn't matter now.
Friday, September 23, 2005
Apparently I'm going to become a homeless person on the streets of NY, because I took a semester off of school to find a school that I really like. Fine with me. I'll never have to pack my things when I move, and I'll never have to go grocery shopping again. Plus, with the lack of nutritional food, I'll be able to get that slim waist I've always wanted.
I was recently compared to a bad horror novel because I said, "I can't get gas without losing an appendage. Not in this town."
A friend told me I should be a creative writing or journalism major because I'm "very talented." I considered that at one time, but the problem is, I have to be inspired to write. If I have deadlines, it'll suck. If I just wake up one night and sit at the keyboard...magic happens. That reminds me of a song. "Do you believe in magic, In a young girl's heart? do do do..." That's all I know. But seriously folks...
I'm going to reveal something. I am a closet Spongebob Squarepants fan. I LOVE IT!! Even reruns...It's possibly one of the stupidest shows ever created, but I love watching it. I guess it's not in the closet anymore. Almost like I came out of the closet...(ba dum ching! (bad pun drum thing)) Anyway...
JOKE TIME: What do giraffes have that no other animal has? Giraffe babies...yeah not funny I know, but I didn't say it would be a good joke.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
I went to the doctor today and sat in the waiting room for freaking ever. First off, I am annoyingly always on time, or a few minutes early. Today I get there around 1:38 for a 1:45 appointment. Somewhere around 2:20, I go to the receptionist and ask what in hell is going on. "Oh, he has a lot of patients today."
"Oh, silly me. I thought that when an appointment that I didn't want, but was forced into by your staff, is scheduled, the doctor actually has time to see me. Next time, I will just come in 45 minutes late and you probably won't even notice." So I sit back down. Around 2:35, I finally get called back and sit there for like five minutes. Then the doctor comes in and is like "So, you are you feeling today? Good? That's good. Are your pills giving you any trouble? No? Excellent. Come back in January. Bye."
Did I miss something? I just sat out there with screaming children and staring elderly people to come back here, be freaked out by the pap smear kit sitting on the counter in front of me, be asked two questions, and then leave? WTF? We could have done that in a phone call and I would have saved the gas I used to get to the office. I also would have saved water, because I wouldn't have had to shower to look not homeless, and I would've been able to sleep until 1:44. I hate that doctor. I honestly don't know where he got his degree. His bedside manner is sickening.
On to good news...I am going to Illinois in two days! Yeah that's right!!! WOO HOO! Another state I can mark off of my "States I've been to" Map. Along with Ohio and New York. Yippe Skippy! I can't wait because I get to see my lovely Aaryn again! Oh god, orgasm. And I will see if I like the school enough to pay $40 to apply, and then take out a loan that I will be paying off til I die, and sell my kidney on ebay just to pay tuition. But, if I enjoy the school sooo much that I orgasm when I hear the word Knox, the kidney removal surgery and scar will be well worth it.
For the record, I really did go to the bathroom after typing that.
Hmm, what else is new since 11:30 last night? Not much...um, I went to the bank today and deposited $97. Yeah, now I have...$97 in my account. I also went to CVS to pick up a refill on my pills. Tomorrow's post will probably be more entertaining, as I will have done something before posting instead of sitting around in my room watching the wind blow.
Oooh! I have a myspace account...with pictures! *GASP* To view it simply click here.
Also, maybe later I will get creative and post something fun! The night is young, especially since I have nothing to do.
We'll start with what I've been thinking about these last couple of days...
- Going to college is what is expected of just about every high school graduate, and a must for every one of those that graduated with a 3.7 GPA and A's in several Advanced Placement/College Prep classes. However, what if that is not what I want. I don't like going to college. I don't make friends easily, and I get bored. It's not that I already know everything, I'm far from it, but so far, I haven't had homework. Even with living off campus, I've had nothing to do in my spare time except watch tv and movies...what fun. Living on campus was even harder because I did nothing but talk to my cousin online. Joining clubs doesn't appeal to me because I'm not a social person and the only reason I was in French club in high school was because my friends were in it and the teacher was really awesome. Also, I may have found a school I really like (I haven't visited it yet) but since it is not in PA, I don't know how I will ever be able to afford it. And I have to convince my dad that it's ok for me to go somewhere outside of PA.
- I bought a "Jason." He is purple, made of gel, and vibrates...All that is needed is a single A battery. And since I have a battery charger, all is well. Shoot, who needs a real penis when you can have a fake one. A real man needs food and clothing and all sorts of things, but a fake penis only costs $7.95.
- I haven't showered in awhile because I just got over a cold. I was really sick. I also didn't brush my teeth for a couple days. I was sick. I reeked of DayQuil and Nail Polish Remover for like three days. Now I just smell like hamster poo because I cleaned Captain Whiskers' cage today. It was gross. I am not sick anymore, but I don't care enough and I don't go anywhere, so why shower? Also, our lawn is dying...why waste water to clean myself. I did however use deodorant today, and I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, so what the hell...I'll shower tomorrow morning.
- I was thinking today about something, and it kinda seems that loving someone is a crime. Just wanting to spend time with that person has turned into a grueling task. When you put all your trust into someone...It just seems that I'm wanting more from people than I can get. However, sometimes I don't see how that is bad. Sometimes all I need is to sit and talk to someone who will listen and be sympathetic but tell me when I'm being too pessimistic. I don't want to be interrupted and I don't want to be asked stupid questions and I don't want to be talked down to like I'm some five year old child. At one point I thought that the only thing in this world that would make me happy was finding the right man: the one who will make passionate love to me after a hard day at work and be my best friend in the world. Now I realize that I DO want someone to be my best friend, but whether it is a male or female doesn't matter. If I go through life never having a relationship, I'll be fine. But if I have to die without ever having someone whose shoulder I could cry on and whose ear will always be available...
- Why am I not allowed to be angry? I mean I get angry about something and usually I just let it build up inside me and not say anything to people. Everyone tells me that is bad. So, in order to make myself a little more mentally healthy, I decided to change that. Now here's the problem: Someone made me upset, I guess it was a stupid reason, but nonetheless I was upset. When I made it known that I was upset and actually said something about it, all of a sudden I am the bad guy. I'm not allowed to be mad anymore and everything has to change so I'm not upset. When I said to just let it be and not move mountains just so Stef is a little happier, I get things like "Well, I don't want you to be mad." WHY NOT? Why can't I just be upset? It's not like I stab kittens or anything when I'm mad...This in turn just makes me even more irritated than I was before.
- Self-inflicted pain really turns me on. I seriously enjoy cutting myself; it makes me feel better. Now, I'm not insane. I will also snap rubber bands on myself, pour hot wax on my fingers/hands, and sometimes I punch things such as walls and dressers. Before "Jason" came along I didn't know what getting "hot" felt like, however now I do, and hurting myself does it...Also, if you are a guy and you want someone to have sex with, toss me an email and I'll be there as long as you are willing to literally "tap that ass." That may be a little more information than some of you needed to hear, but hey...this is my blog. For those of you of below average intelligence, literally tapping that ass means I'd like to be spanked.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Norma gave me this thing about living in the moment. Which, I plan to try today. It says that you should think about the future when you have something fun planned...and I do today. If I think it is going to be fun, it will be. It's all psychological, and I'm willing to be optimistic for a day. I am going to a picnic at Melissa's house and then playing Scrabble with Norma and then going to Chinese with Melissa. Hopefully shitloads of people I don't like aren't there, because I will just get up and leave.
I discovered last night, I don't know how to show anger. I internalize it. Or I let it build up, go home, and punch a wall and/or dresser and then when I'm feeling physical pain, I feel better. Quite odd, if you ask me, but...That's what I am. Odd.
Hmm...I found a picture of the cutest fucking puppy I have ever seen. OMFG, it is so fucking cute. I think I would sell my soul to own that puppy.
Friday, August 12, 2005
- I still have no life.
- I still have no money.
- I still have no one to have sex with.
- I have been diagnosed with a chronic disease...
- I have a new best friend.
- I have a new view on life.
I discovered that I don't actually see anything but what is inside people. For example, Norma is 52, and to me that's just a number. Kymi gets a lot of shit because she is Asian. I don't think about that at all. I really don't and I guess that makes me a good person.
However, I'd like all the people who read this to know - yes all 3 of you - that I am not a good person. I have driven drunk. I have done other illegal things. I have said things to people that I didn't mean because I was upset. I offend people all the time, and quite frankly, I don't care. Seriously, I am a horrible person. Let's see...what else has changed?
My view on life: I don't care about my existence. I suppose that is why I am on pills...Gee whilikers, um...If I were to be in a car accident, I wouldn't want to live: someone else could have my organs, since I'm a donor. If a deer ran out in front of me and my car went insane and struck a tree, I think I would have soo much fun.
Hey, so since it's late...well ok, I've been partying like mad at my friend's house. We really knocked back the whiskey, rum, and brandy...yeah. I'm smashed?? Am I pregnant...like a virgin mother? That'd be cool...no it wouldn't. Anyway, fuck I'm tired.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
I should fill all you (3) people who read this in:
- I don't go to Gannon anymore. Thank God!!! I attend Delaware Valley College and am a zoology major, not pre-law/psych.
- I work now.
- I live with my cousin.
- I have absolutely no life. Oh wait, that's not new, that's always been the case.
plaidbuttonup.com is back up. Go! Join! Rejoice! Tell them iloveturtles sent you. I don't get anything, but still, it'll make me less suicidal. I will feel like I have a purpose in life other than to do my cousin's dishes.
Alrighty, so I keep buying movies and I'm almost poor, eventhough I have a job. $100/wk is not enough, especially when 20 goes to gas and 40 goes to groceries. I need to save up money so I can buy Gilmore Girls Season 3 on DVD. I already have the first two. And I need to purchase all Lauren Graham movies, because she is the best actress. I like ER, Medium, & Judging Amy now.
I can't wait for tomorrow to come so I can wake up at the ass crack of dawn and work. Yay! I also need to think of some interesting things that happened to me so I can post fun antecdotes (spelling?) about my life.