A whole day to myself with a night off included?! Yes!
So far I have taken a long bubble bath, lit a million incense, had a mini dance party, watched B:TAS and now I'm wearing a face mask.
A whole day to myself with a night off included?! Yes!
So far I have taken a long bubble bath, lit a million incense, had a mini dance party, watched B:TAS and now I'm wearing a face mask.
I dreamt that my exams had started, and I missed one.
;_________;
Spent my day doing laundry and going to the gym with my honey~
Also decided to part ways with my old high school class ring that doesn't fit me anymore and got $438 for my pocket, which will go towards my many addictions…but most likely to new windshield wipers...
i made my first ebay sale :D
£10 for 8 shiny pokemon cards.
excellent, i wasn't too optimistic about this so i'm pleasantly suprised at this result.
now to get back to making more amvs.
Slept for 12 whole hours because I CAN.
Now I'm starving and have absolutely nothing to eat in my house. Dammit.
Well, there's always kittu…....
I can't eat Kittu! Plus she's going to have babies soon and I like kittens.
You can eat that one ring
I feel terrible. I missed class yet again. At this rate I'll probably just fail my writing class. A WRITING CLASS. Christ. It's turns out that a majority of the class is spent telling other people what you think of their story. I got good feedback on my first mock-Supernatural story and that was lovely. Not a great deal of it on the second, except to learn that their reactions were pretty much what I wanted them to have (though the Miyazaki-esque thing was mind boggling to me, that being one of the highest compliments one could receive when writing a children's story), but it doesn't do a whole lot in terms of "what can I do better?" Which is the whole point I took this class. I thought it'd spark motivation and creativity and that maybe I'd get out of this "writer's block" and things would work out. It hasn't. I just can't deal with the amount of critiques that have piled up and feeling like it won't amount to anything even if I manage to finish them all.
I wish I had someone to guide me. Nobody cares. I'm on my own, and I feel like I've slipped past a point of no return. I can't remember why I even bothered trying in the first place, and that's scary. I don't know how to pull myself together at this last stretch. :/
I can't eat Kittu! Plus she's going to have babies soon and I like kittens.
waitwaitwaitwaitwait WHAT
Can I have one? Please?
I can't eat Kittu! Plus she's going to have babies soon and I like kittens.
I know, it'd be a damned waste !
@piratemarimo: If all you're looking for is a remorseless critique, I can always offer one.~
Getting out of writer's block is an entirely different demon, though. And quite honestly, I don't have the right to speak on it since I haven't even escaped the hell that is "writing inaction" yet. Although I've at least been quite inspired lately and I'm pretty certain I'll enter the monthly this time around. In this case, the thing holding me back is real life for once. =P
I want to say the trick is action. Occupy yourself with meaningful tasks as often as you can and you're mind and body become accustomed to performing on a regular basis. At that point, inspiration should naturally come to you. Or if it's simply not enough, you may have to do some soul searching and look within yourself. I feel like most writers go through this period of self-reflection where they need to sort their own ideas out for themselves. When we write, a great deal of our emotion gets poured into it, so when we can't write, it is quite possible that it has something to do with a problem of our own.
waitwaitwaitwaitwait WHAT
Can I have one? Please?
I thought you knew. She acted like a hussy with that one ear ally cat and now she's KNOCKED UP.
I thought you knew. She acted like a hussy with that one ear ally cat and now she's KNOCKED UP.
NO you didn't tell me! I knew your kittu got around but first you told me she got preggers.
I want a kitty!
Sure. Take them all. I have a feeling she's going to spew them out in my room.
Ew.
@Uncle:
@piratemarimo: If all you're looking for is a remorseless critique, I can always offer one.~
Getting out of writer's block is an entirely different demon, though. And quite honestly, I don't have the right to speak on it since I haven't even escaped the hell that is "writing inaction" yet. Although I've at least been quite inspired lately and I'm pretty certain I'll enter the monthly this time around. In this case, the thing holding me back is real life for once. =P
I want to say the trick is action. Occupy yourself with meaningful tasks as often as you can and you're mind and body become accustomed to performing on a regular basis. At that point, inspiration should naturally come to you. Or if it's simply not enough, you may have to do some soul searching and look within yourself. I feel like most writers go through this period of self-reflection where they need to sort their own ideas out for themselves. When we write, a great deal of our emotion gets poured into it, so when we can't write, it is quite possible that it has something to do with a problem of our own.
Honestly Kenny this seems like a good advice to give to marimo
I hope shit will go better for you and you can always talk to me or other persons ok?
Sure. Take them all. I have a feeling she's going to spew them out in my room.
Ew.
At least you probably won't find her eating any of them. I think.
On the one hand, today I got an A- on a presentation that has caused me no small amount of gray hairs, on the other hand the quest to see if I can get a summer internship through the school isn't looking too hot.
Just got back from volleyball training.
My arms hurt like fuck and my knees are full of bruises as I couldn't find my good knee protectors and had to take the bad ones.
But I am SO HAPPY! It was so much fun and I felt so GOOD to finally play again :D
I'll get used to the arm pain in a while, I'm sure.
And I totally forgot how awesome it feels, to slide through half the hall on your protectors, getting the ball and passing it perfectly :D
Can't wait for the next training on monday
Most of the girls seem to be ok as well. Some a bit bitchy but still nice. Always weird to be the new girl but they will love to love/hate me soon
So now, as long as I don't need to work, I have two times volleyball a week, each 2h, and 2h school sports and when the weather is nice and I have time, I go inline skating… SUMMER BODY HERE I COME!
Woke up today and my eyes were sore. My eyes still bug me and I can't get my eyebrows to sit still. Man, I think I'm spending too much time looking at TV/Nook/computer screens. Need to close my eyes for a while and do some homework. And relax…
My day was alright except for one (or two) little things.
1. My presentation was "postponed". I was supposed to talk about the Chernobyl disaster in physics class, but we ran out of time.
2. I wanted to drink one, poured some into my cup, and when I tasted it… blegh, it was dry. I don't like dry wine. I only like sweet ones. Well, that's it for that one for tonight I guess.
1. My presentation was "postponed". I was supposed to talk about the Chernobyl disaster in physics class, but we ran out of time.
That would be a good thing for me. I'm terribly afraid of doing presentations.
My day was kinda meh.
8am to 2pm university, 3pm to 5pm optician, then I skipped a class and finally I went to work from 8pm to 11pm.
A pretty normal Thursday I guess if you ignore the excruciating pain and suffering but there was cake so YAY!
1. My presentation was "postponed". I was supposed to talk about the Chernobyl disaster in physics class, but we ran out of time.
Uuugh, I hate it when stuff like that happens! You get ready, you're prepared, you just wanna get it over with, maybe you're nervous as shit … and then it turns out that, nope, you can't do it now. You have to get nervous and stay prepared and shit all over again. ¬¬
I dreamt that my exams had started, and I missed one.
;_________;
I feel ya, trapped, those dreams are awful. You haven't experienced true panic unless you've had one of those dreams.
@Nia:
I feel ya, trapped, those dreams are awful. You haven't experienced true panic unless you've had one of those dreams.
Know what's even worse? Those dreams about subjects you thought you were absolutely done with for all eternity where your teacher suddenly appears out of nowhere, seeking you out just to tell you that you missed the last exam for the last module and you now have to return to retake it several months later. I had one of those a couple of nights ago and that was horrible.
2. I wanted to drink one, poured some into my cup, and when I tasted it… blegh, it was dry. I don't like dry wine. I only like sweet ones. Well, that's it for that one for tonight I guess.
You….drink ? Do I have to get a bunch of third rate 80's cartoon characters together and have a loud, obnoxious, and possibly life threatening intervention ?
Do you ever walk into work and are instantly like: "Well. This is going to be a bad day."
Story time!
! So, we have this woman at work named Jessica who is this really mean lady. No other way to phrase her. She's just a bully. But she's that kind of bully who just does stuff as a "joke" and it's never ever funny. And then pulls that: "Oh, we mess with each other all the TIME" excuse and no one wants to put her in her place because she's so not worth it. Anyway, I get into work last night at 10:45. I always clock in at 10:53, which is the earliest I can clock in. I walk up to the clock and she waves be down from the desk. I was like:
! Me: "Yeah?"
Jessica: "Have you heard any good gossip?!"
Me: "…No. Why would I tell you anyway?"
Jessica: "Uh. Because I'm bored and need something to talk about."
Me: "Try the weather."
Jessica: "Oh, ha ha. Hang on, don't go up yet. I'm going to call Lanie."
! Lanie is the nurse who was filling in tonight. Before she can call her for whatever, I walk away to go badge in and head upstairs with Carla. The second I get off the elevator, Lanie, Annie and Margie are all standing at the main desk talking absolute shit about me. Like, rude stuff and how bad I am at my job, how I don't eat for attention and blah blah. Carla snaps a look at me of sheer "What are you going to do?" sympathy and I was a little floored. I don't do SHIT to be talked about like that. When I walk up I'm like:
! Me: "Um. Hi, guys. Nice to see you too."
Annie: "OH OH. We weren't talking about y- wait. Why are you here?"
Me: "I work tonight."
Lanie: "Jessica just called up and said you called out."
Me: "Oh. No. I'm here. And have been since...wait. What."
Lanie: "Yeah, I had already written you up and everything."
Me: "But I...I mean. I'm here!"
Margie: "Well, it wouldn't be the first time you called out."
Me: "Oh, come on. I'm here, so what's the deal."
Margie: "We just know how it is to be young and not know how to handl-"
Me: "Look, I literally don't care. Let's just do this fucking walkthrough."
! And so I got to hear one THOUSAND explanations and excuses as to why they weren't trashing me and how they love me and how they're really full of shit. I was so ready to beat Jessica's ass because that wasn't funny and now I was so humiliated because what the fuck do I say to that? So, the report was just Annie and Margie being absolute bitches for no DAMN REASON. "Oh, we think you need to learn how to tie trash bags." and "Don't make so much coffee in the morning, we have to restock the filters." ARGH. HUSH UP. They leave and the entire night goes to hell. Lights going off, every resident wakes up mad at nothing and decides I'm the perfect target to take it out on and I was so hungry I felt like puking. At 4:30 it dies down and Lanie sits over on my side with me to talk until it picks back up. Then Carla comes over out of nowhere and announces that she is going home because she wants to puke.
! And I'm like what no.
! Five is literally when shit hits the fan, you guys. Both our halls go to hell because everyone wants to get up and needs stupid things. We have one woman that take 45 minutes to move to her fucking chair since she has 1428947 odd specifications that you have to follow or she reports you for neglect. Not to mention the four residents I get up on my side and the four on Carla's. Two of them need lifts to move anywhere. I almost cried. But Lanie didn't have a choice because Carla was running a fever and looked like a bowl of awful. So, I ran around all morning at top speed. My step counter raked in 11,456 steps. My average is about 6,500 a night. But even now, I'm not beat. I could go out and do more if I wanted to. But I am in such a pissy mood, I'm just doing a face mask before I sleep angrily.
Whores.
@No:
You….drink ? Do I have to get a bunch of third rate 80's cartoon characters together and have a loud, obnoxious, and possibly life threatening intervention ?
It's already too late for me:P
Although I've never been drunk in my life. I say this because my classmates are always telling each other stories about how they or other guys from the class were so damn drunk. I feel like a black sheep. And I want to stay that way in these kinds of stuffs…
I'm going to my grandma's to have lunch! Mmm, can't wait, I'm so hungry~
Do you ever walk into work and are instantly like: "Well. This is going to be a bad day."
Story time!
! So, we have this woman at work named Jessica who is this really mean lady. No other way to phrase her. She's just a bully. But she's that kind of bully who just does stuff as a "joke" and it's never ever funny. And then pulls that: "Oh, we mess with each other all the TIME" excuse and no one wants to put her in her place because she's so not worth it. Anyway, I get into work last night at 10:45. I always clock in at 10:53, which is the earliest I can clock in. I walk up to the clock and she waves be down from the desk. I was like:
! Me: "Yeah?"
Jessica: "Have you heard any good gossip?!"
Me: "…No. Why would I tell you anyway?"
Jessica: "Uh. Because I'm bored and need something to talk about."
Me: "Try the weather."
Jessica: "Oh, ha ha. Hang on, don't go up yet. I'm going to call Lanie."
! Lanie is the nurse who was filling in tonight. Before she can call her for whatever, I walk away to go badge in and head upstairs with Carla. The second I get off the elevator, Lanie, Annie and Margie are all standing at the main desk talking absolute shit about me. Like, rude stuff and how bad I am at my job, how I don't eat for attention and blah blah. Carla snaps a look at me of sheer "What are you going to do?" sympathy and I was a little floored. I don't do SHIT to be talked about like that. When I walk up I'm like:
! Me: "Um. Hi, guys. Nice to see you too."
Annie: "OH OH. We weren't talking about y- wait. Why are you here?"
Me: "I work tonight."
Lanie: "Jessica just called up and said you called out."
Me: "Oh. No. I'm here. And have been since...wait. What."
Lanie: "Yeah, I had already written you up and everything."
Me: "But I...I mean. I'm here!"
Margie: "Well, it wouldn't be the first time you called out."
Me: "Oh, come on. I'm here, so what's the deal."
Margie: "We just know how it is to be young and not know how to handl-"
Me: "Look, I literally don't care. Let's just do this fucking walkthrough."
! And so I got to hear one THOUSAND explanations and excuses as to why they weren't trashing me and how they love me and how they're really full of shit. I was so ready to beat Jessica's ass because that wasn't funny and now I was so humiliated because what the fuck do I say to that? So, the report was just Annie and Margie being absolute bitches for no DAMN REASON. "Oh, we think you need to learn how to tie trash bags." and "Don't make so much coffee in the morning, we have to restock the filters." ARGH. HUSH UP. They leave and the entire night goes to hell. Lights going off, every resident wakes up mad at nothing and decides I'm the perfect target to take it out on and I was so hungry I felt like puking. At 4:30 it dies down and Lanie sits over on my side with me to talk until it picks back up. Then Carla comes over out of nowhere and announces that she is going home because she wants to puke.
! And I'm like what no.
! Five is literally when shit hits the fan, you guys. Both our halls go to hell because everyone wants to get up and needs stupid things. We have one woman that take 45 minutes to move to her fucking chair since she has 1428947 odd specifications that you have to follow or she reports you for neglect. Not to mention the four residents I get up on my side and the four on Carla's. Two of them need lifts to move anywhere. I almost cried. But Lanie didn't have a choice because Carla was running a fever and looked like a bowl of awful. So, I ran around all morning at top speed. My step counter raked in 11,456 steps. My average is about 6,500 a night. But even now, I'm not beat. I could go out and do more if I wanted to. But I am in such a pissy mood, I'm just doing a face mask before I sleep angrily.Whores.
You have such a stressfull job, I don`t envy you. But damn, your co-workers seem like a bunch of assholes, seriously. Are they your superiors? Because if not, show them who the boss is. It would really piss me off if my coworkers were so hostile towards me. Especially in a working environment were you should have someone you can count on. Is it often this bad, though?
dear brain, i know that you hate me and i sort of understand why, but i have a final tomorrow so if you would please stop running a thousand thoughts per second and making me fear that there might be an anxious student turned loony murderer in the exam hall tomorrow so that i can get some sleep, i would really appreciate it. thank you. yours truly, your owner (if you still remember)
Why do all the creepy in the world come after me and my guy? It's getting annoying. Kind of funny, but annoying. And creepy. Since they are being creepy and all. Sheesh! :Y
Do you ever walk into work and are instantly like: "Well. This is going to be a bad day."
Story time!
! So, we have this woman at work named Jessica who is this really mean lady. No other way to phrase her. She's just a bully. But she's that kind of bully who just does stuff as a "joke" and it's never ever funny. And then pulls that: "Oh, we mess with each other all the TIME" excuse and no one wants to put her in her place because she's so not worth it. Anyway, I get into work last night at 10:45. I always clock in at 10:53, which is the earliest I can clock in. I walk up to the clock and she waves be down from the desk. I was like:
! Me: "Yeah?"
Jessica: "Have you heard any good gossip?!"
Me: "…No. Why would I tell you anyway?"
Jessica: "Uh. Because I'm bored and need something to talk about."
Me: "Try the weather."
Jessica: "Oh, ha ha. Hang on, don't go up yet. I'm going to call Lanie."
! Lanie is the nurse who was filling in tonight. Before she can call her for whatever, I walk away to go badge in and head upstairs with Carla. The second I get off the elevator, Lanie, Annie and Margie are all standing at the main desk talking absolute shit about me. Like, rude stuff and how bad I am at my job, how I don't eat for attention and blah blah. Carla snaps a look at me of sheer "What are you going to do?" sympathy and I was a little floored. I don't do SHIT to be talked about like that. When I walk up I'm like:
! Me: "Um. Hi, guys. Nice to see you too."
Annie: "OH OH. We weren't talking about y- wait. Why are you here?"
Me: "I work tonight."
Lanie: "Jessica just called up and said you called out."
Me: "Oh. No. I'm here. And have been since...wait. What."
Lanie: "Yeah, I had already written you up and everything."
Me: "But I...I mean. I'm here!"
Margie: "Well, it wouldn't be the first time you called out."
Me: "Oh, come on. I'm here, so what's the deal."
Margie: "We just know how it is to be young and not know how to handl-"
Me: "Look, I literally don't care. Let's just do this fucking walkthrough."
! And so I got to hear one THOUSAND explanations and excuses as to why they weren't trashing me and how they love me and how they're really full of shit. I was so ready to beat Jessica's ass because that wasn't funny and now I was so humiliated because what the fuck do I say to that? So, the report was just Annie and Margie being absolute bitches for no DAMN REASON. "Oh, we think you need to learn how to tie trash bags." and "Don't make so much coffee in the morning, we have to restock the filters." ARGH. HUSH UP. They leave and the entire night goes to hell. Lights going off, every resident wakes up mad at nothing and decides I'm the perfect target to take it out on and I was so hungry I felt like puking. At 4:30 it dies down and Lanie sits over on my side with me to talk until it picks back up. Then Carla comes over out of nowhere and announces that she is going home because she wants to puke.
! And I'm like what no.
! Five is literally when shit hits the fan, you guys. Both our halls go to hell because everyone wants to get up and needs stupid things. We have one woman that take 45 minutes to move to her fucking chair since she has 1428947 odd specifications that you have to follow or she reports you for neglect. Not to mention the four residents I get up on my side and the four on Carla's. Two of them need lifts to move anywhere. I almost cried. But Lanie didn't have a choice because Carla was running a fever and looked like a bowl of awful. So, I ran around all morning at top speed. My step counter raked in 11,456 steps. My average is about 6,500 a night. But even now, I'm not beat. I could go out and do more if I wanted to. But I am in such a pissy mood, I'm just doing a face mask before I sleep angrily.Whores.
Sucks to hear, Carmen. I won't lie, simply hearing about your situation infuriated me. I guess it's a good thing I'm not there then since they're all girls and I still want to punch them. The only real advice I can offer is pretty shitty but… you could just ignore the bitches altogether and soldier through the job alone. Or if it's too lonely a task, you can always wear a mask. I'm not saying gossip with them because that would be wrong, but just play along with their stupidity. Whenever they say something stupid, "Yep." Whenever they laugh over something stupid, "Ha." That kind of shit.
Because to be honest with you, they're beneath you, but you still need to make it through the day. Just humor them, do what you gotta do and get home. And say "Fuck em all" when you get home. If that's already what you been doing then shoot… fuck em. No matter where you go in life, there's always assholes. A huge part of life is being able to ignore them while also not being dragged down to their level.
We all know you're a wonderful person, Carmen. And the only person's approval you really need is your own. As long as you feel good about yourself, everyone else that thinks otherwise can go... well, you see where I'm going with this.
Thanks for understanding you guys. Everyone at work isn't like that, but generally the people I work directly with are. It sucks, but I'm not there to make friends, you know? But thanks for your very kind words, I swear you people are some of the greatest people out there. So much love. :)
Now for greek salad and strawberry coffee. Mmm, Dunkin' Donuts!
You should beat her ass, then tell her that's only a warning.
My day started out extremely shitty, I had a bunch of unresloved problems and arguments floating in my head, that had accumulated over the week. And it was just one of those typical days I would have loved to spend completely on my own, locked in my room, not speaking to anybody for 24 hours. I need this once every 2 months or so. But real life obligations decided to not give a fuck. I had already made up my mind that this was going to be a horrible day. However through the miracle of hilarious human interaction, I was proven wrong.
I stand at the bus stop with my most angry face, when a little baby looks up at me, I soften up and smile and stealth wave at him without his mother noticing. He smiles back and suddenly calls out for me really loud. I'm revealed, the mom smiles at me and we start a little conversation about the cute little guy.
Mood: +100
The girl next to me falls a asleep during lecture in the most comical way. Her chin slowly sinks to her chest and rests there for a bit, then she wakes up with a sudden movement, pretends to listen for a bit, then falls asleep again. A boy behind us tries to force her to drink from his coffee.
Mood: + 150
On the way to work I run into a middle aged man. We do the little pedestrian dance of trying to evade each other and still manage to bump and stand in each others way. Then we have a little british moment of both of us trying to apologize at the same time. Twice. He gives up and just flashes me a really big smile.
Mood: +200
Through a very weird chain of conversation topics, I manage to tickle out of my coworker, a 26 year old bearded man who's into metal, that his favourite Sailor Warrior is Sailor Mars. We both agree that Sailor Pluto must be really sad, now that she ain't a planet anymore.
Mood: Max level achieved!
Yes, I like people.
Why do all the creepy in the world come after me and my guy? It's getting annoying. Kind of funny, but annoying. And creepy. Since they are being creepy and all. Sheesh! :Y
Haha I don't know what's going on but I am glad you are able to atleast see the fun side of it. Laughing over an otherwise shitty situation can makes things better (and to have someone to share the laughs with xD)
Also on a completely different note: What colour does your underwear have right now? Also how does your guy smell? Which aftershave does he use? Or the smell of his deodorant??? Give me something to work with here. I can't be creepy all on my own! :ninja:
Had two midterms for my circuit training today. Easily lifted the allotted weight they game me for the bench and leg press and then did the written portion. I walked home though walking home wearing all black in 95 degree heat wasn't smart and I was drenched in sweat when I got home
Due to tax refunds and other miscellaneus stuff I've had quite a bit of money and ordered myself a SSD for my computer and a pair of headphones, among other things. Despite me liking having money I still don't want to get a job.
Also had a Russian reading quiz that I think I did pretty well on.
Just got back from a movie with a couple of friends of mine. We watched "Think Like a Man" with Kevin Heart. It was a pretty nice movie, I'd say, men and women could both watch it.
My mom also finally got me this application for a job off-shore so I'm going to fill that out tonight and she's going to turn it over to the office tomorrow. I have everything in place; references, vouchers, everything so I'm pretty certain I'll get the job. And if that's the case, I'm going to be going out for weeks at a time doing very real work and making real money. I admit that I'm kind of nervous but it's nice to know that my life is finally starting to really kick up.
My dad lost his key ring.
Which contain the keys to his truck, our house, his work, and our mailbox.
Good news is the keys have been missing for only a couple of hours
And he was home when he lost them, so they have to be somewhere from our driveway to the house, and from the house to the backyard.
Bad news is it's completely dark out and the keys are black, so we can't find them.
My dad believes someone picked them up outside and took them, but the possibility of that happening in such a relatively small time frame is low.
Its causing unbelievable amounts of frustration, stress, and panic at home.
This is the first time my dad has ever lost his keys.
None of us know what to do.
So I watched "Children Who Chase Lost Voices" and "Redline" at my anime club. CWCLV was honestly kind of lame. Redline was basically a visually-stunning-blow-all-the-synapses-out-of-your-brain type of movie. It's so over-the-top that you just don't give a fuck if some things don't really make sense. Definitely worth watching.
Meanwhile my attempts to organize a meetup feels dismal at best. I think I'm cursed with bad luck when it comes to that sort of thing. orz
yesterday was awesome, two friends came over so my mum said "fuck making dinner for 5 people, you can all get takeout if you want!"
WOO HOO! takeout two nights in a row :D
@RG: i hope you find those keys soon, good luck with it.
I swear, time could not have gone slower at work last night. Oh my god.
Now to snooze and then go drop of money to my Mom. I don't want to drive. Ugh.
@MDL:
@RG: i hope you find those keys soon, good luck with it.
Yeah, my dad found his keys this morning a little while ago, under the bird-feeder. He totally-absolutely forgot that he filled up the bird-feeder yesterday and his keys dropped there.
However, he's incredibly prideful and outright refuses to admit his keys were lost and he caused all the stress-drama last night, so he hides his embarrassment by being a complete asshole to me, mocking me with words like 'retard' and trying to bring my self-esteem down so he doesn't feel as bad.
He only says things like 'retard' to me when my mom is away and I've gotten used to it by now so it doesn't affect me anymore. "In one ear and out the other" I always say. I know he doesn't really mean it at heart, he's just taking his emotions out on me. It's meaningless words thrown out of hurt pride is all. Still, it feels just a little bad hearing stuff like that from my father though, especially after I spent two hours last night helping to search for his keys.
sighs I don't know how I should feel.
Work today was fine, no big trouble, I was in a good mood. After work I found out that I have to work EXACTLY on these days where my Volleyball Training would be. GOD DAMN THAT SUCKS! Only working 3 more times this month. Why do have 2 of these times have to be on Training days? DAMMIT.
And this isn't even all. IF I actually work these 3days… I have 8 1/2h plus. I mean, that's cool because I can use these hours whenever the hell I want and I plan on using them in August, so I can actually enjoy my summer holidays and go somewhere else (I have some plans in my mind..)
After work I went to the city and looked for some sport shoes. I got some nice pink ones for 20€.
I also wanted to get some new, cheap chucks because I have NONE left. seriously. I had so many for so many years(at the best time, it was 5pairs of chucks I could choose from to wear!) and now they're all so fucked up I can't wear them anymore. I HATE to have no chucks. I really need new ones. But I don't want to spend more than 20€. I couldn't find some nice ones in the shop I was and then I thought I better safe my money till I get my student loan which will HOPEFULLY be next month...
after that I went to a arts and crafts shop to get some stuff for my first design portfolio. It is SO HARD to find pink/orange stuff. Seriously. All I found was some transparent paper. The shop I was in also had some fabrics but they were much too expensive and not really what I was looking for.
It's supposed to be the biggest arts and crafts shop in town but seriously... I was in a bigger one in England with smudge's mum. THAT was heaven. I'm sure I would find TONS of stuff there for my portfolio.
So yeah, all in all I'm kind of frustrated. And I fear that my portfolio will suck. I have no real direction yet where I want to go. I want to have an AWESOME portfolio that even the people who hate the color combination of pink/orange/black will like. I'm so afraid of failing. And time is slowly running out. Graaah.
Sigh, Antivir has found a bunch of hidden objects on my laptop. I know that hidden object doesnt necessarily equal dangerous virus, but the program is actually saying "Uhh, that could spell trouble" without offering a solution. I did some research and found this program, hijackthis, thats supposed to find hidden objects , analyze if they
re dangerous and than delete the bad stuff. Downloaded it, installed it and it doesnt work properly! It
s supposed to make Log file with all the stuff it found and for me to copy into some internet forum for help, but the log files it makes are empty. D`oh!
Sigh, Antivir has found a bunch of hidden objects on my laptop. I know that hidden object doesn
t necessarily equal dangerous virus, but the program is actually saying "Uhh, that could spell trouble" without offering a solution. I did some research and found this program, hijackthis, thats supposed to find hidden objects , analyze if they
re dangerous and than delete the bad stuff. Downloaded it, installed it and it doesnt work properly! It
s supposed to make Log file with all the stuff it found and for me to copy into some internet forum for help, but the log files it makes are empty. D`oh!
Maybe Antivir was just reporting hidden folders, the stuff that's usualy not right in the open due to it being crucial for the system ?
I thought about that too, but these folders have always been there and Antivir never had any problems with them, now its suddenly interrupting the system scan to say "We found some stuff, it might be dangerous, you better put in some Antivir Rescue Cd". I don
t want to ignore that without reason, that would be reckless.
Hey, look, the internet on my laptop is finally working! Yay!
Time to watch MLP and One Piece!
So I was at the hospital today (since no doctor works on weekends). The doctor only glanced at my general direction and immediately went for my throat.
It was kinda funny, really … he called the nurse and told her to "look at that face. There! Just ... just look at that face" while pointing at me. The nurse looked at me and said "Oh, yeah, I see what you mean."
Well, uh, that was kinda rude XD
He's strongly suspecting thyroid hypofunction. He gave me (stronger) painkillers so I can manage for now. He said if it is what he thinks it is I'll have to take pills every day. But I couldn't care less what I'll have to do, I just want the pain to finally end.
At least the painkillers are helping a bit.
What a lovely Saturday. :3
Firstly, after three horrible nights I finally got to sleep for a whopping 11 hours(though that was probably thanks to the sedative my mom convinced me to take). Secondly my mom took me for an unexpected, but very welcome shopping spree. I got a new spring jacket, shoes, mascara, hair dye, British fudge, a make-up bag and a scarf. Thirdly I went to celebrate a friend's birthday and got to eat two different types of cake~ After that we all moved to another friend's house, got pizza and laughed our asses off while watching her play Project Zero 3. Aaand I screamed really loudly at one point.
Good times.