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And They Wonder Why...
Mom is a fucking bitch. And don't anyone DARE try to tell me differently. Yes, she takes care of me. Yes, she works every weekday for money. Yes, she is the only one paying the bills. But that does NOT mean she isn't a bitch. Alright?
People at school find it so shocking when I'm pissed off at her. Well let me tell you that it ain't no picnic living with her. The moment she comes home she already has a whole entire fucking LIST of what I've done wrong.
Okay, last night I decided on a smoothie. Serena said she would make it for me if I did all the other stuff. Like peeling the apple and other shit like that. But then she discovered we had no bannanas and totally abandoned me. Which meant that I had to do everything. Including clean-up.
I am so fucking sorry that I forgot about the grapes I took out to eat. And I'm fucking sorry that I forgot to throw away the apple peel.
And as for not putting everything away and washing the blender? I was going to do it today. Except I was only awake for like half an hour before my dad and I went racing off for lunch and to pick up Serena. And then we stopped at Borders.
I'm only human, alright? I can't fucking keep everything together in my mind at one time.
So I forgot. Like that's never happened to anyone else? Of course she'll only make a big deal about it if it was me who forgot.
"Just remember to do it next time, Serena."
The last time she told ME that was what...more than two years ago?
And Serena accuses me of being an insensitive bitch. I came to terms with that a year ago. And I'm not the only insensitive bitch around here either.
Entry written on Friday, February 13, 2004 at 05:33 p.m.
Pissed Off
I am sooo fucking pissed off right now. Spproductions deleted my account or something so I had to switch hosting. Finally opted on creating a website on Angelfire.com and placing my pics there. We'll see if I can do that soon enough...
But ARG! My archives are doubly screwed now. They were screwed before because I switched accounts. But now the pictures don't even show up anymore because they were located on spproductions. Just like my old pitas which went down the drain too.
And I really want to make a new layout to get rid of all this faulty junk. But I can't decided what to do it on. I need inspiration and it just isn't coming to me.
The whole world is against me. It really is. At least I don't have to go to school tomorrow.
Entry written on Thursday, February 12, 2004 at 05:31 p.m.
Bugbites
Ugh. All these annoying annoying little bugbites have appeared everywhere. And they itch like hell too. Stupid goddamn fleas. And we don't even have a cat!
Discovered the joys of atsui.org again. I'm happily reading old and new 1x2x1 fanfiction. Gundam Wing is such an awesome series. I haven't even seen one episode of it and I pray to God that I never will. Relena just screws the whole series up.
The 1x2x1 fanfiction is really deep and angsty. I feel so sorry for all the pilots. Most of the fics center around life after the war. And it's so unbelievably sad. Duo and Hiiro basically have nothing to live for when the war is over. They were trained to become soldiers and that was their life. It's saddest with Hiiro because, unlike Duo, that's all he ever knew.
Entry written on Sunday, February 8, 2004 at 01:02 p.m.
NationStates.net
Whee! Got the link from Jackie's blog. I created a region too. Join my region! Please? I started it with Carla. ^^
Look up Murping Gargle. That's the region. And JOIN! There's a password, of course. Only people we know can join. Or people that view this entry. The password is murping gargle. With a space.
Lol. Here's my country description.
The Borderlands of Irise
Motto: "Divide and conquer!"
UN Category: Psychotic Dictatorship
Civil Rights: Unheard of
Economy: Imploded
Political Freedoms: Outlawed
Description:
The Borderlands of Irise is a tiny, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its compulsory military service. Its hard-nosed, cynical population of 5 million are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."
The large, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded government devotes most of its attentions to Law & Order, with areas such as Religion & Spirituality and Social Welfare receiving almost no funds by comparison. The average income tax rate is 36%, but much higher for the wealthy. A tiny private sector is dominated by the Information Technology industry.
Crime -- especially youth-related -- is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force. Irise's national animal is the grey wolf, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its currency is the irisean dollar.
Entry written on Friday, February 6, 2004 at 09:59 p.m.
Ack!
T.T It hurts! My whole entire ribcage hurt whenever I cough or even lightly touch it. There is no reason for it either. I haven't done any exercise lately (not that I ever do) and I certainly haven't done anything strenuous. And I can't remember hitting my ribs against anything yesterday. Serena must have whapped me with an iron rod in my sleep...
Went to the mall today. The mall bookstores have a whole BOATLOAD of new manga that Borders or B&N doesn't have. The only problem is you feel so...awkward reading there. Lol. It's like I'm standing there for an hour, reading, and then walk up to the register and buy a pack of gum. That would be so hilarious. Except they don't sell gum.
Now that I think of it, my right shoulder hurts too.
Could it be arthritis?
Entry written on Saturday, January 31, 2004 at 04:13 p.m.
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That's a new face I just saw. Just like -_- except I think it's much cuter.
Heh.
Anyway, I want a new layout since no one seems to leave a comment in the chatterbox anymore. I'm beginning to think that no one can find it. -.-; It'll probably use characters from Yami no Matsuei. An awesome awesome manga that I just discovered online. It's so cool!
I wouldn't reccomend it if you don't like shonen-ai (boyXboy) since there are slight hints of that.
But overall, it's awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And right now I'm so bored.
Entry written on Friday, January 30, 2004 at 10:55 p.m.
It HURTS!
T.T I hurt all over. :( Results of shoveling snow all by my lonesome self. And it was a lot of snow too. >< Never imagined our driveway was so big. Or so long. And all I got was 20 bucks. If I had known I would feel like this the next day, I wouldn't have bothered going "Hey! I'll shovel the whole driveway for money instead of just half for nothing!"
Baka baka baka, Iris. My back hurts. My arms hurt. And my dad is like, "It hurts because your fat is converting into muscle."
...if my fat were really converting into muscle (which I doubt), why couldn't it be my legs?!?!? I hate all the flab on my legs and I really don't give a damn for the flab on my arms and back.
And suddenly I am beginning to sound very preppy...
Entry written on Monday, January 26, 2004 at 05:05 p.m.
Poetry
I entered a poetry contest last fall (or this fall, I still don't consider it 2004 yet...) and I just got a letter from them. ^^ My poem's in the final competition! So happy!!!!!
And it's going to be published in a book (regardless of whether or not it wins in grades 7-9). And my mom is like "No. It is too expensive." Well jeez, it's $24.40 and it has my NAME in it. I think I would like a copy. So I will wait until my dad wakes up and beg for one.
And if that doesn't succeed, I'll pay for it myself. With the 20 bucks I got for shoveling the whole driveway today.
Entry written on Sunday, January 25, 2004 at 06:54 p.m.
Static
ARG! My hair has been so goddamn staticky this week. You can even hear it crackle. -.-; Why me? And I keep getting shocked. I touch a light switch. %shock% A controller? %shock% Nothing in particular? %shock%
And it doesn't help that everyone at school keeps pointing it out. :evil glare: I know, you idiots. Just shut up and stop pulling my hair!
Seriously, if I weren't so dedicated to not wearing wig next year in Otakon, I would cut it. But I'll just have to find a way to get it unstaticky. I suscribed to some magazine...I saw something about static hair in there.
Anyway, stayed up until midnight yesterday. Mom and dad kept arguing over what foreign language. (Actually, it was more like me running back and forth as they said they didn't want me taking that.) First it was Italian. I wanted to take it. But then dad said "No. Italy is a weak nation. Take German, French, or Spanish." So I picked German because I HATE French and Spanish. But then mom calls me to her room and goes on this whole lecture about how German is hard and takes dedication. SO I finally decide on Spanish 2 Honors. Something I really don't want to take since Doc Scott sucks at teaching and I know nothing.
My life is so fucked up.
Your wings are BROKEN and tattered. You are
an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for
one reason or another - possibly, you made one
tragic mistake that cost you everything. Or
maybe you were blamed for a crime you didn't
commit. In any case, you are faithless and
joyless. You find no happiness, love, or
acceptance in your love or in yourself. Most
days are a burden and you wonder when the
hurting will end. Sweet, beautiful and
sorrowful, you paint a tragic and touching
picture. You are the one that few understand.
Those that do know you are likely to love you
deeply and wish that they could do something to
ease your pain. You are constantly living in
memories of better times and a better world.
You are hard on yourself and self-critical or
self-loathing. Feeling rejected and unloved,
you are sensitive, caring, deep, and despite
your tainted nature, your soul is
breathtakingly beautiful.
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Entry written on Friday, January 23, 2004 at 07:50 p.m.
Strings
Well, if you go to Hammond, you know that there is that annual music festival/theme park combination. This year it's to Hershey Park. That's fine and all but I don't want to go because I have like no friends in strings. None that are girls anyway.
And I have to go. Mrs. I'm-a-friggin-bitch-Zeitler says that not wanting to go isn't a good enough reason. It's worth a performance grade and you have to go.
And I'm like wtf? It's my parents that are dishing out like 75 bucks and I have to go? This fucking sucks. I do NOT want to spend my whole entire day in Hershey Park with Kelsey. She's goddamn annoying and I hate her guts even though I "tolerate" her in school.
Actually...practically everyone [except Kelsey's friends and herself] knows I hate her.
ARG! Stupid stupid stupid Zeitler! I want to tell her off sooooo badly but I can't because I'm scared of my grade. She already hates me enough as it is.
Entry written on Tuesday, January 20, 2004 at 05:22 p.m.
Finished
I FINISHED THE GAME! Woohoo! I have officially completed Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. The 7 minute ending was awesome and the last scene was so sad...
Luv the game. I would reccomend it to anyone with Nintendo. I'll be starting Majora's Mask soon. ^^
I've pretty much given up on those lousy 2-D Zelda games. 3-D is so much better.
Entry written on Friday, January 16, 2004 at 09:17 p.m.
Snow
Where the #@*$ is the snow? It was supposed to have started hours ago. HOURS AGO! I swear to god, if it does not snow by tommorrow morning (and that means more than one inch) then I will storm into that goddamn weather station and strangle the weather man. He has absolutely no RIGHT to raise all our hopes up like this. And he even said that there was a 100% chance of snow.
ARG! Stupid weather men! The snow had better get here soon or so help me god, I will not be responsible for my actions. That murderer/insane person on the news tommorrow might just be me.
If I can find a car...
What Type of Lunatic are You?
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You're Skittles!!! You have a very interesting
personality, you're so unique. You're the kind
of person who always thinks outside of the box.
You're also a very accepting individual, and
believe in inner beauty.
Which kind of candy are you?
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You're a Hammer! Your bold and strong. You don't
care what others think and you are proud of who
you are. People don't mess with you, because
you can get pissed off. You stand up for what
you say and don't let anyone push you around.
Hammers are ambitous and outgoing.
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You are guided by darkness. Chances are you are
depressed, or you just always see things in a
negative point of view. You sit back and take
everything in. You are the gentle giant. But
one day you will snap. (Rate my test)
What force is your soul?
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Entry written on Wednesday, January 14, 2004 at 09:38 p.m.
eMode
The following quiz results are from eMode.
New Orleans
You've got a "big easy" way about you and an infectious energy that's impossible to ignore. No wonder people love being around you. Like your signature city, you've got a finger on the pulse of just about anything — from music, to history, to food, to culture.
You welcome new ideas like New Orleans welcomes all walks of life. You know how to have a good time as well as mix and mingle with new people. After all, what good are a great meal and an even better band if you're living in your own little world? But being the people-person that you are, you probably can't wait to share the good times and stories with friends and family who'd love to be there walking down Bourbon Street, cruising the French Quarter, or drinking a tall, cool beverage at a street-side café.
Tugger
Who knew a cat could tug at your emotions like that? Your cat's always doing things that get you right there in the heart. But that shouldn't be surprising considering their personality. There's just something about the way they roll over for a belly-rub, or race to the front door to greet you after a long day that's so endearing!
Bashful Kisser
Sure you might be on the shy side as far as kissing goes, but that's a quality more people than you might think really go for. When you were younger, was it hard for you to talk to new people — especially when it came to someone you were interested in? Yeah, we thought so.
Lucky for you, many people, back then, and now, think that shyness is adorable and a huge turn on. After all, there's a comfort they get from the feeling that you don't lock lips with just anyone.
When it comes to kissing, you're probably a little hesitant to try new techniques. Heck, you might even prefer to stick with gentle pecks until your date finally decides to take it further.
While shyness is nice, just remember not to get so anxious you forget to have fun! Know your comfort level, but experiment a little — even if that just means a public display of affection, or we dare you, a nice long kiss — eyes open, lights on!
Don't Want To Commit
Once the blush of first love wears off with your partners, do you get a little antsy? You probably crave excitement in all realms of your life, and you need a relationship to keep you filled with possibilities. Let us guess: Someone has probably told you that you haven't quite grown up yet, that you're still holding out for the perfect "whatevers" (job, car, home, date) in your life to come a knockin'. Or perhaps you're just having a difficult time accepting that your comfortable little place in this world is always growing, always evolving — and that means you have to be willing to accept big life changes, too. Not that there's anything wrong with that. After all, you're probably a lot of fun to be around and may be the life of the party.
But when it comes to settling down, you leave without looking back twice. Now's the time to ask yourself: Why? What's holding you back? Maybe you don't want someone to get to know you fully? Perhaps by saying "yes" to someone, you're afraid you'll lose yourself, or the possibility of something better coming along. Just remember that the best relationships are those that never stop growing. That's something you can identify with, right? So keep that in mind next time you find someone you're really comfortable with. You never know, it may prove even more exciting once you really get to know each other, teensy flaws and all.
Your type is the Bad Boy
The Pink Lady needs her T-Bird. You're attracted to the Bad Boy. The tough guy. The heart-breaker. So what if he's hard to tie down? You want a guy who's got an edge, someone who keeps you on your toes. In fact, it might be the challenge that keeps you around. His bad-ass attitude is like a magnet — if a guy's got a rebel reputation, he's got your attention! Your man's gotta be confident and have lots of machismo. Plain and simple, sensitive guys just don't float your boat. You have no time for the sweet, romantic, or doting guys who pursue you and, frankly, bore you to tears. Maybe you're just not into the touchy-feely thing right now. Who cares? Whether you're seeking adventure or looking to tame the wild, there's something about a bad boy that keeps you coming back.
Orange
You're a bold, confident orange. A warm, powerful color that indicates a strong, welcoming personality, orange is the mark of people who are social and extroverted by nature. Vibrant, with an upbeat attitude, you have a bright, inviting demeanor. Energetic and fun-loving, you're a real friend-magnet. Your easy charm and unassuming manner make you the sort of person people want to meet and get to know better. Well-rounded and fun to be around, you enjoy helping others, so it's no surprise that orange also symbolizes attraction. Orange is an extraordinary color — for an extraordinary person.
Carefree
In beauty, as in life, you don't believe in being weighed down by anything unnecessary or frivolous. From makeup to soaps — you like to keep things as simple and easy as possible. You stick to what's tried and true — simple, flattering colors and tactics with lovely results. You're not likely to get too stressed out over a wrinkle or a gray hair. There are far more important things in life to worry about.
Your freedom from frills allows your natural beauty to shine through and gives you a playful, happy glow that makeup simply enhances. As for pampering yourself now and then, you've got better things to do. Alas, all work and no play can also take its toll on beauty. Sometimes a massage or a new lipstick, while not necessary on the surface, may be just what the doctor ordered. At the same time, you're perfectly happy not spending money on things that obviously don't work for you.
Entry written on Tuesday, January 13, 2004 at 05:56 p.m.
T.T Addicted
I'm addicted to Zelda. And I can't play it on the weekdays. Woe is me...Urg! Mom sucks! I don't have any homework and I can't friggin play?!?!
Okay, that's a lie. I do have homework...but it's not like I need all my time after school for it. And she complains that I'm on the comp too much. Well, helloooo. If I was allowed to play GameCube then I wouldn't be on the computer.
I'm soooo close to finishing. I'm in the last temple and after I beat the bosses (there are two) then I can finally move on to the castle where Gannadorf is.
Entry written on Tuesday, January 13, 2004 at 05:25 p.m.
Tired
I'm sooo tired. I want to go to sleep. But I can't because I'm hungry and dinner's soon. And then, after that, I hope to finally score more than 1500 at the horseback archery thing in Zelda. T.T I was soooo close. I got a 1450 once. But noooooo. It's practically impossible to get a 1500. And I need to in order to get a bigger quiver.
Blech.
Went to the library to work on my debate with some school friends. I have no clue what's going on. I'm such a failure.
Entry written on Sunday, January 11, 2004 at 06:03 p.m.
Testing
Oh my god. I'm about to take the software apps test for a tech ed credit. And I'm so screwed. I woke up at 5:30 to study and, amazingly, I'm still wide awake. Help me...
I'm doomed. And it didn't help that my dad gave me this lecture about how taking tests are easy.
Of course there's no pressure...
Entry written on Saturday, January 10, 2004 at 08:14 a.m.
SERENA!
Serena, you little bitch! Did you seriously think I wouldn't notice when you copied all my musical songs to your drive? Huh? Did you? For your information, when I was saving a song from Window Media Player, the first thing that came up was a New Folder on Drive H. YOUR DRIVE. And do you know what was in that folder? Every single musical song by Steven Cravis that I downloaded.
It took me freaking hours to pick out those songs from the hundreds he had. And you just stole them. Don't try to give me some bullshit excuse about how Sara gave you those songs because he isn't a popular musician at all. He was on mp3.com which has artists that haven't made a name in the world yet.
And now you're not even fucking home so I can confront you. Goddamn bitch and your goddamn clubs. I'll be hounding you as soon as you get home.
And once you do, I will go digging through YOUR drive for songs that I want.
Fucking bitch...and you accuse ME of stealing your songs.
Entry written on Thursday, January 8, 2004 at 03:41 p.m.
Book Report
Ugh. I'm working on my book report now. It's due tomorrow and there are like nine different parts to it. Including drawing. So I still have that to do and I have to finish writing your ordinary whether you liked the book or not. I've finished everything else except finding these specific writing skills.
I like the book Trickster's Choice a lot. But I can't explain why. It's so wierd. That I can't explain it. I'm not sure how to and I need three reasons why. :groan: I hate these things.
And then I have to go through the book page by page looking for writing skills like simile, metaphor, etc.
I'm soooo screwed. And I still have to research my debate topic and study for the Software Applications test on Saturday.
I'm doomed, aren't I?
Entry written on Wednesday, January 7, 2004 at 05:29 p.m.
Lighter
Mom wanted a lighter because she's making this chinese string thing for Serena's school yardsale. She needs it to burn the ends of the string so it won't fray. Well guess what? Our lighter ran out of gas a long time ago. And everytime I tried to buy a new one in the grocery store, mom AND dad boths said no. So serves her right to say no. Now when she needs it, she doesn't have it.
Entry written on Monday, January 5, 2004 at 06:20 p.m.
Sleep
It's 7:20. I woke up at 6:30 because I thought I might need the extra time to get my display board and backpack ready. Turns out that I don't need that extra time. And now I'm tired and ready to go back to bed. Which I won't because then I'll never wake up.
There's nothing to do. I think I might just keel over from boredom/exhaustion. Apparantly I was up until 1 last night trying to go to sleep.
Entry written on Monday, January 5, 2004 at 07:19 a.m.
Loser
:sigh: I'm such a screw-up. I added an archive to this pitas. However, I forgot to actually put a link in the entry I was archiving. Now there are two links on my archive page. One of them just leads you to a blank and the other leads you to an entry that leads you to the archive for my old pitas.
Why can't I ever do anything right? This little mix-up will haunt me for months.
Entry written on Sunday, January 4, 2004 at 09:16 p.m.
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