While I sit here and screech along with Steven Tyler's Dream On like a howler monkey being sexually tortured as an attempt to settle down after a rattling day at work, I figured it would be the perfect time to tell some stories about...well. What else? Work.
As some of you may (or may not) be aware, I've recently come across a job. Whoop whoop! Happy happy joy, a job! What is that job? Well, I'm a customer service representative. At a dollar store (which will not be named, though you can probably find out pretty easily as I'm really shit at saying I won't say something and then it comes out later). Which has been known to attract druggies, drunkards, annoying children all the way up to annoying college students, idiots, and creeps.
Not to mention the crazies. They're like zombies, only less intelligent and more apt to argue with you until the sun comes up the next day and your register is going apeshit because you haven't clocked out from your last shift, or clocked in for your next one, therefore, fucking up payroll. This story is about one of those crazies.
A few weeks ago, it was my manager, Michael, and I, working until close. He generally runs around stocking chemicals and answering the phone and getting whatever else shit done that needs to be done while I stand at the front of the store, at the counter, like a brain-dead opossum.
This one night was different. For several reasons.
1). It was unnaturally warm for this time of year where we are. I've become almost certain that this is a sign the crazies are coming. It never fails.
2). I'm pretty sure it was a full moon. They say it brings werewolves, but I'm sure it brings out the crazies. This also never fails.
3). This particular 'crazy' came in.
Now, let me get this straight right here - in order to buy cough medicine, we have to have your birth date. We don't need to see your ID for it as long as you look old enough (this man certainly did - mid-50's, at least), but we still need to put something into the system, and we aren't allowed to lie. Basically, if you definitely look old enough and give us a bullshit birthday, who'll know? We don't know your birthday. We can't bullshit it, but you can if you look old enough. You could be 80 years old and give us a birthday saying you're 21, and we'd probably put it in. We aren't that picky.
Anyway, guy comes in, walks around for a bit, and finally decides to spend 30 minutes waltzing about the medicine aisle like a gentleman across a ballroom dance floor. Except he wasn't dancing, was rather clumsy, and was the complete opposite of a gentleman.
After what must have been a grueling attempt to decide exactly what would fix his ailments - lest he be cast into the bowels of the earth for taking the wrong thing by Cthulu - he finally approached the counter with a small, boxed, bottle of cough medicine. I do the normal thing - ring it up, stick it in a bag behind the counter, and ask for his birthday. Which is customary. What follows is not.
"Whaddya need that for?" he grumps.
(Crazy Train is playing at this point, so I can finally say that I have a title relevant to the situation!)
"It's just standard procedure," I reply. "We just need a birthday to make sure you're over 18."
"I ain't trustin' nobody with that! I'm almost 70 years old!"
"I just need something to put into the system."
"Well I ain't trustin' nobody with that information!" he said, while throwing his hands into the air like an angry baboon. "They'll steal it!"
"Steal what, exactly, sir?"
"My identity! They'll steal my identity! I ain't trustin' no one with that information!" he said.
"Sir I'm not sure what you me-"
"MY IDENTITY!" he continued. "Haven't ya seen on the telly where's them's teenagers goes 'n steals the old dead peoples' identities in the graveyards just by knowin' their names and their birthdates?"
At this point, I'm not sure what to make of the situation. At first I thought he was just fucking with me, in a really-, really-bad-joke kind of way. Apparently not. Apparently, I was mistaken.
"...No, sir." I say, trying to hold back a chuckle that was a mixture of confusion and a reaction to an awkward situation.
"Ya fuckin' goddamned kids! Watchin' yer telly all the time!" At this point, he's absolutely freaking the fuck out and I have no idea what to do. I wasn't trained for this! "Ya should know yer telly! I saw it on the news! Kids stealin' identities!"
"Um, well, I'm not much of a television watcher." I've just about had it. "I'll...be right back."
I walk back to the stock room, where Michael was on the phone. I motion to him to listen to me for a second. I'm sure the look on my face told a great story.
"...There's this...there's this guy out there and he won't give me his birthday."
"What's he buying?"
"Cough medicine." I say.
"Does he look old enough?"
"Well, yes, but he's be-"
"Just stick in 10-20-30 or something." He goes back to talking on the phone.
"...but he's being weird." I whisper in a stressed voice. I slink back up to front desk basically hating the fact that it had to be me dealing with this nutcase.
"WHERE'D YA GO?" He starts questioning me like I'm a murder accomplice. "WHAT'D YA LEAVE FOR?"
"Just making sure of *some bullshit*". I can't even remember what I said, but it calmed him down. "May I have a birthday?"
"WELL HOLD ON LET ME THINK OF ONE," he's pretty much yelling and I'm wondering how in the hell Michael didn't hear him. "I GOTTA MAKE ONE UP..."
Eventually he gives me some obviously bullshit birthday (like I care). He said he was almost 70, yet gave me a birthday in the late 1960's. Hurr, okay. Whatever you say!
Finally he's out of my hair. He finally leaves (but not after calling me stupid, of course!).
The kicker out of all of this?
He was paying with cash. Even if he had been paying with credit, the most I would have known would be the last four digits of his card number, and I wouldn't know his name. Or his bank. Or tons of other information that's required in order to steal an identity.
Let me tell you this:
If stealing an identity was as easy as knowing someone's birth date, there would be a lot more stolen identities.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Trip to Kennywood + my cat has worms
Ahaha, oh, wow. It's Friday, you fat nasty trash. Time for me to bitch yet again about something retarded that no one else gives a shit about.
Yeah, ah, okay, went to Kennywood on Wednesday. Mike talked me into riding Thunderbolt and that was kind of a terrible, terrible, terrible idea because that coaster just tries to kick your ass the entire time you're riding it. I mean just about literally kick your ass. Fucker throws you around a hell of a lot. Now Mike and I know why they have the smaller riders enter first. He probably has bruises on his ribs. Oh, that and it made me sick because I have vertigo but decided that just this once it would be okay. Nope. Nope nope NOPE it was not okay. That was the first thing we did upon entering the park before taking a piss and it was a terrible decision. I also started to have a panic attack on the ride from being thrown up, down, and generally around, and I'm really surprised that I was able to breathe by the time I got off. So I sat in the shade for like 20 minutes while Mike was most likely really annoyed because I'm super unfun at amusement parks and shit since I get sick. Oh well
Then Jade texted me and was like "look out for a roaming pack of hippies" because her mom was wearing tie-dye and her dad was wearing a Grateful Dead t-shirt. It's like they walked right out of the 60's/70's. And it was pretty brilliant.
Jade kept trying to get me to go on coasters. I've told her I can't before (hell I've taken her to Kings Dominion) but I think she thinks I'm just afraid of them. I'm not afraid of coasters, I just don't want to get sick because it puts me out of commission for anything else that I would actually want to do during the day, as well as anything less intense that she'd want me to do. She tried talking me into going on The Phantom, but like hell was that going to happen. No. But, well, she did talk me into going on Jackrabbit. Which, okay, I can handle. It kind of felt like it was jumping on/off the tracks in some parts, but unlike Thunderbolt, Jackrabbit had a seatbelt too, instead of the little bumper thing that barely covers my knees. I'm not fat enough to fit in those seats and not be freaked out of flying out every time we go over a hill or a bump. I am 5'10/11" and 150 pounds. I AM NOT FAT ENOUGH TO RIDE THESE COASTERS APPARENTLY
And apparently there was a miscommunication between Jade and her mom because...well, her mom thought I was pregnant for some reason. At least that's what Jade told me. At least her mom was steered away from that idea by Jade? My initial reaction was like wow that's new I've never even had sex WOW surprise and then it went to how the fuck did this come up in conversation. Guys, hey, I know I have a little bit of a belly from not exercising because of torn tendons in my foot and everything but it's not that bad. At least I thought it wasn't. Fuck.
Anyway YEAH BACK TO KENNYWOOD Jade and her mom went on The Phantom and I had to hold her mom's glasses. Which is okay, I don't mind. But the wait was 45 minutes+ and it took them over an hour. Mike and I kind of stood under a tree in the shade while I died of heat stroke and drank about four and a half bottles of water. A lot of super-overweight people were taking up seats, and kicking kids out of them, which kind of pissed me off because I was like hey um you have a wheelchair can you just roll into shade somewhere instead of taking up the benches that are in the shade that other people/children might need because I honestly thought I was going to fall over. Eventually someone got up and I ran over and took the seat. I would've sat along the fence if there was somewhere to sit, but nope. ;_; Anyway yeah, I saw tons of little kids trying to get seats but this...ugh this is going to sound mean but oh well, a rather large, hambeast weeaboo girl kicked them out of their seats so she could have a place to sit. That shit is messed up.
Yeah, um. Jade and her mom got off the ride, I gave her mom her glasses back and we split up to get some stuff to eat. I wound up getting some chicken fingers and fries because it was the most food for the "cheapest" price. It was still $8 but who gives a fuck, I hadn't eaten at all that day before we left, and it was 3pm before we ate. I wanted to eat at The Potato Patch but there were so many people in line that I would have fallen over and died before I was able to order. Mike got a sub that was kind of shitty so I feel bad for him about that. Anyway Jade found us again and we sat for a while, she got something to eat so we sat even longer then we didn't know what to do so we wandered around.
We just kind of stood next to the fountains/the thing the log flume was in and hoped for large amounts of people to get on the ride for bigger splashes. We found the perfect spot - we wouldn't get drenched, but a ton of mist would just spray our way and it was fucking glorious because it was somewhere around 95 that day in the shade. And it's like that again today but fuck it because I want to go down to the town's festival and get some funnel cake and kettle corn and delicious foods. Anyway a huge, buff-looking black guy stood next to Jade and when the water flew into the air he braced himself while Jade and I were standing there like YEAH WATER YOU FUCKER BRING IT ONNNNNN WE'RE READY even though it was just mist. When he realized it was just mist he said "aww shit nigga now I look stupid" and I was like man you have no idea that was the most hilarious thing I'd seen all day because little kids were standing to the opposite side of him cheering on because the water was full-blast on them. And I'm talking about little 3 year olds.
There were sprinklers aimed off of the fences in random places throughout the park. Jade and I were looking for a bathroom since we both had to piss rather badly, and we found a sprinkler in front of a bathroom. There was a little girl with a gigantic spray bottle sitting in the spray. She ran up to Jade and started laughing and squirting her while Jade was like OH GOD SHE'S SQUIRTING ME NOOOOO HAHA OKAY NEVERMIND IT'S ADORABLE. I kind of backed away because I hate being squirt and I had my phone and everything in my pockets and I was kind of worried she would squirt it or something. Anyway she ran up to 6'7" Mike, squirted him, yelled "HA! I GOT YOU!" and then ran away to her dad and squirted him.
Anyway the bitching thing was for the fact that out of all the places I could have forgotten to put sunscreen on, I forgot to put it on my scalp. My fucking scalp. The place that's more open to the sun than my face. And now it's red, it hurts, and it's itchy and will probably peel and be really annoying within the next few days.
Back to the park. We wandered around some more and looked into the gift shops and everything. That's where Jade was like "oooh what's this" and picked up a "sexy cat girl outfit". It wasn't even like...on a rack, or away from little kids' reaches, or anything like that. It was just, well, laying in a crate with little animal hats and stuff. Welp. Someone's parents are bound to get a surprise at some point. We also found a giant plastic afro and a plastic Elvis hair thing which was beautiful. Some of the things in there I would have bought because they're so ridiculous but the fact everything was like $20 (yeah I know I shouldn't be surprised) for a fucking hat then hell no. A small thing of sour patch kids was like $3. Yeah no sorry. Maybe if I'm dying from not eating anything for eight hours, but then again I'd rather spend about three times the money for something that can be CLOSE to being considered an actual meal.
I did spend $3 on a lemonade, though. Not a bad choice though because that lemonade is so fucking delicious ugh.
It took us an hour forty-five minutes/two hours to get there. It was no problem getting there, there were like two exits we had to look for because 119 goes right from off my house right down to near Kennywood. But the way back, dear christ. It took us nearly three and a half hours to get back. Because they were doing road work and hadn't set up/taken down certain signs, so when the something-22 and 119 signs popped up, we were under the one on the left and supposedly had to be on the one in the middle. fuck you and fuck your signs. So we kind of went to Ebenborough/Ebensburg something or other and took another road straight home to get on 119. So again, fuck you and fuck your signs
That isn't the best part about getting home, though. Around 5:30 it started raining really goddamn hard. And I mean really goddamn hard. So hard that if you had soap with you, you wouldn't need an actual shower. It was getting really thunder-y and lightning-y so Mike and I wandered around looking for a place to hide from the rain because it was starting down super hard. Jade and her family were in the food carousel so we're like "let's go there" but it was so fucking packed because everyone apparently congregates there when it rains.
It kind of let off, and was just a sprinkle, so we wandered over to a stage area and sat down at a table there. Then it started to rain really hard again, and we decided fuck it, we'd just leave, because the storm wasn't about to just pass. The clouds were all a dark menacing gray, and the lightning was just two miles or so off, and was headed our direction. So it started raining harder on our way out of the park. Once we got to the front gate it was seriously pouring buckets and I took shelter along the edge of the bathroom to put my phone, wallet, keys, license, etc. into the backpack so shit wouldn't get ruined.
Mike asked if I wanted to wait a minute or so and see if it let off, or if I wanted to just make a go for the car (which was alllll the way on the other side of the lot, in the farthest space away from the park). I was like, shit, let's just go, because by the looks of things it wasn't going to stop pouring down anytime soon. So we left the park and got into the parking lot, and the rain started to get really fucking bad. Like...I was so drenched that my clothes couldn't absorb any more water, so the rain was just sliding off of me. The way I was walking was making my upper body nearly parallel to the ground because if I hadn't of, I wouldn't have been able to see where I was going. Mike at least has glasses so he didn't get hit in the eyes, but he kept having to use his hand to wipe the lenses to be able to see really clearly. I was holding his hand and wearing nonslip waiting/waitressing shoes and I was still slipping because there was an inch, two inches of flowing water down the slanted (sideways) parking lot.
Anywho we got to the car and Mike just flung his shirt off, threw it in the backseat and climbed into the driver's seat while I sat in the passenger's seat with a towel (that I'd stolen from the driver's seat. It was there from Mike working at a Proform and having powdered metal all over the seat so the towel was there to protect my pants/his pants from the metal dust) and dried off my hair. I then proceeded to take off my shirt and throw it in the backseat. Fuck it, I thought, there's no one else around and the water is making such a sheet of white and clear runny-ness that no one can see in anyway. I'm glad I brought a second shirt. Thing is, it was in the backpack. That I had been carrying through the rain.
And water had been pooling at the base of my back against the backpack, so that shirt had gotten wet splotches on it. I still whipped my shirt off, dried off and put the other shirt on, though, because hey, it's better than being completely drenched. My pants were completely drenched, too, and I almost took them off and just sat with a shirt on and a towel, but I probably would have gotten too cold from the car's AC hitting off of my wet body. So I left my pants on, took off my socks and shoes, and stuck my feet underneath the glove compartment back there where the heat comes from. Good lord that felt nice.
Well anyway, we were driving and Mike nearly had to pull over a couple of times because of how hard the rain was coming down. Then, you know, the sign thing and it took us three and a half hours to get home. We outran the storm, but it was still following us and eventually reached us last night. Sugar (cat) freaked out because he's terrified of thunder and lightning, poor baby. Sam just kind of chilled on the back porch completely soaked like "yeah I do this for a living". And as I type this, he's in Mike's computer chair next to me having a little bath and purring. How adorable.
Yeah we left around 6, and we got home at like 9:15-ish. My mom was really confused because I didn't tell her we were coming home then. But then she made some delicious BBQ chicken and mashed potatoes and ugh it's so delicious.
Now it's time for cat stories, this time featuring Sugar.
So, uh, my cats are completely different. In color (black and white), in temperament (one hates everything while the other either is scared of it or loves it to death), and in, well, weight (one's fat while the other is really skinny). Everything about that is normal, except for the last bit.
Sugar's been losing weight, which, you know, is good. Because he was overweight before and we put him and Sam on a diet. Thing is, he's been losing a bit...too much weight. We had no idea what was wrong with him. We thought it might be worms, but we didn't have any proof and we didn't want to spend the money at a vet for them to tell us they a) can't do anything if we don't have a worm from him or b) there's nothing wrong with him at all. But yesterday, he came inside and went underneath a barstool and I was like "aww you're such a cute little poop aren't you" and petting him when I saw something on his stomach. I moved his fur and it was this...worm...thing. And I was like "well that's disgusting" and then he started licking his belly and flung it onto my hand after which I flung it onto the towel he was on, yelled for my mom and washed my hands with Dawn and hot water for about eight minutes straight.
My mom was like "oh no he has worms where did the worm come from" and then put the worm in a baggy. This was at like 11 in the morning. She called the vet and an appointment was scheduled for eight. Mike and I had to take him in because my mom promised Jamie/her boyfriend that she would go over and hang out with him and help him with stuff at the festival since he runs a booth there sometimes.
So yeah this cutie:
He has roundworm. At least that's what the vet said it looked like. It was kind of hard to tell because it was all dried up after spending nine hours in a plastic bag.
In the vet's office, though, there was a really absolutely gorgeous pitbull. She was the dark chocolate color, with the marbled caramel and white in her fur and she was just so pretty ugh. She kept coming over to me and whining and rubbing her head against my leg and being adorable but her owner kept pulling her away even after I insisted she was fine. I love dogs. Dogs love me. Problem? I don't see one. But there was a boxer in there, too, and he was like OH GOD YOU'RE A PERSON I LOVE ME SOME PERSONS LET ME LOVE YOUUUUUU so while I was in line to tell them I was there with Sugar for 8, the dog was like LET ME LICK YOU OMG YES YES YES YES I LOVE YOU PERSON. He was so cute, lord.
There was a lady with a little pembroke corgi, too. Good gracious that dog was the most adorable dog I had ever seen in my life. She was just carrying him under my arm and he was like hey guys sup :3 and ugh. He was so soft, too. She sat him down and he waddled over to me and hid behind my legs and licked my leg a lot. So two free baths in two days. And he talked to Sugar, too. He was like roo? and Sugar was all miao? and so that was super fucking cute. The corgi shook his fur a little, and he kind of vibrated across the linoleum floor and ugh that dog is so cute. I loved him and he loved me.
Someone came in with a lab that had a gigantic, scab-looking thing all over the back of his head and neck and I felt so bad for him. Then all of the dogs proceeded to stare at me for fifteen minutes while whining and wagging their tails at me and trying to lick me.
Then there was an older guy there with his kitty and he told a story about how he has a yellow lab, and the cat will go over, give the lab a bath and lay down with and sleep with him and I was like well THAT IS FUCKING ADORABLE OKAY.
Then we were called back, we had to pull Sugar out of his carrier, give him a shot and some de-worming medicine, and he stuck a back claw into Mike's hand and just kind of...tore into him. He got me, too, but he didn't break the skin very much, if at all. It still hurt, though, because cat scratches. I felt bad for the little guy. The de-worming stuff is yellow, and he, well, he's white, and he was resisting so he was getting a bunch of yellow gunk all over his face. Poor babbu. So we have to give him another dose of the de-worming stuff next Thursday, then take in a stool sample in two weeks from now to see if there are any worms/eggs. Because he'll be pooping them out like crazy until then.
Anyway, until I find something else to complain about, I'll leave you guys alone. Because my IBS is kicking in for some reason? So I need to figure out what I ate that caused it to get my stomach into knots.
Yeah, ah, okay, went to Kennywood on Wednesday. Mike talked me into riding Thunderbolt and that was kind of a terrible, terrible, terrible idea because that coaster just tries to kick your ass the entire time you're riding it. I mean just about literally kick your ass. Fucker throws you around a hell of a lot. Now Mike and I know why they have the smaller riders enter first. He probably has bruises on his ribs. Oh, that and it made me sick because I have vertigo but decided that just this once it would be okay. Nope. Nope nope NOPE it was not okay. That was the first thing we did upon entering the park before taking a piss and it was a terrible decision. I also started to have a panic attack on the ride from being thrown up, down, and generally around, and I'm really surprised that I was able to breathe by the time I got off. So I sat in the shade for like 20 minutes while Mike was most likely really annoyed because I'm super unfun at amusement parks and shit since I get sick. Oh well
Then Jade texted me and was like "look out for a roaming pack of hippies" because her mom was wearing tie-dye and her dad was wearing a Grateful Dead t-shirt. It's like they walked right out of the 60's/70's. And it was pretty brilliant.
Jade kept trying to get me to go on coasters. I've told her I can't before (hell I've taken her to Kings Dominion) but I think she thinks I'm just afraid of them. I'm not afraid of coasters, I just don't want to get sick because it puts me out of commission for anything else that I would actually want to do during the day, as well as anything less intense that she'd want me to do. She tried talking me into going on The Phantom, but like hell was that going to happen. No. But, well, she did talk me into going on Jackrabbit. Which, okay, I can handle. It kind of felt like it was jumping on/off the tracks in some parts, but unlike Thunderbolt, Jackrabbit had a seatbelt too, instead of the little bumper thing that barely covers my knees. I'm not fat enough to fit in those seats and not be freaked out of flying out every time we go over a hill or a bump. I am 5'10/11" and 150 pounds. I AM NOT FAT ENOUGH TO RIDE THESE COASTERS APPARENTLY
And apparently there was a miscommunication between Jade and her mom because...well, her mom thought I was pregnant for some reason. At least that's what Jade told me. At least her mom was steered away from that idea by Jade? My initial reaction was like wow that's new I've never even had sex WOW surprise and then it went to how the fuck did this come up in conversation. Guys, hey, I know I have a little bit of a belly from not exercising because of torn tendons in my foot and everything but it's not that bad. At least I thought it wasn't. Fuck.
Anyway YEAH BACK TO KENNYWOOD Jade and her mom went on The Phantom and I had to hold her mom's glasses. Which is okay, I don't mind. But the wait was 45 minutes+ and it took them over an hour. Mike and I kind of stood under a tree in the shade while I died of heat stroke and drank about four and a half bottles of water. A lot of super-overweight people were taking up seats, and kicking kids out of them, which kind of pissed me off because I was like hey um you have a wheelchair can you just roll into shade somewhere instead of taking up the benches that are in the shade that other people/children might need because I honestly thought I was going to fall over. Eventually someone got up and I ran over and took the seat. I would've sat along the fence if there was somewhere to sit, but nope. ;_; Anyway yeah, I saw tons of little kids trying to get seats but this...ugh this is going to sound mean but oh well, a rather large, hambeast weeaboo girl kicked them out of their seats so she could have a place to sit. That shit is messed up.
Yeah, um. Jade and her mom got off the ride, I gave her mom her glasses back and we split up to get some stuff to eat. I wound up getting some chicken fingers and fries because it was the most food for the "cheapest" price. It was still $8 but who gives a fuck, I hadn't eaten at all that day before we left, and it was 3pm before we ate. I wanted to eat at The Potato Patch but there were so many people in line that I would have fallen over and died before I was able to order. Mike got a sub that was kind of shitty so I feel bad for him about that. Anyway Jade found us again and we sat for a while, she got something to eat so we sat even longer then we didn't know what to do so we wandered around.
We just kind of stood next to the fountains/the thing the log flume was in and hoped for large amounts of people to get on the ride for bigger splashes. We found the perfect spot - we wouldn't get drenched, but a ton of mist would just spray our way and it was fucking glorious because it was somewhere around 95 that day in the shade. And it's like that again today but fuck it because I want to go down to the town's festival and get some funnel cake and kettle corn and delicious foods. Anyway a huge, buff-looking black guy stood next to Jade and when the water flew into the air he braced himself while Jade and I were standing there like YEAH WATER YOU FUCKER BRING IT ONNNNNN WE'RE READY even though it was just mist. When he realized it was just mist he said "aww shit nigga now I look stupid" and I was like man you have no idea that was the most hilarious thing I'd seen all day because little kids were standing to the opposite side of him cheering on because the water was full-blast on them. And I'm talking about little 3 year olds.
There were sprinklers aimed off of the fences in random places throughout the park. Jade and I were looking for a bathroom since we both had to piss rather badly, and we found a sprinkler in front of a bathroom. There was a little girl with a gigantic spray bottle sitting in the spray. She ran up to Jade and started laughing and squirting her while Jade was like OH GOD SHE'S SQUIRTING ME NOOOOO HAHA OKAY NEVERMIND IT'S ADORABLE. I kind of backed away because I hate being squirt and I had my phone and everything in my pockets and I was kind of worried she would squirt it or something. Anyway she ran up to 6'7" Mike, squirted him, yelled "HA! I GOT YOU!" and then ran away to her dad and squirted him.
Anyway the bitching thing was for the fact that out of all the places I could have forgotten to put sunscreen on, I forgot to put it on my scalp. My fucking scalp. The place that's more open to the sun than my face. And now it's red, it hurts, and it's itchy and will probably peel and be really annoying within the next few days.
Back to the park. We wandered around some more and looked into the gift shops and everything. That's where Jade was like "oooh what's this" and picked up a "sexy cat girl outfit". It wasn't even like...on a rack, or away from little kids' reaches, or anything like that. It was just, well, laying in a crate with little animal hats and stuff. Welp. Someone's parents are bound to get a surprise at some point. We also found a giant plastic afro and a plastic Elvis hair thing which was beautiful. Some of the things in there I would have bought because they're so ridiculous but the fact everything was like $20 (yeah I know I shouldn't be surprised) for a fucking hat then hell no. A small thing of sour patch kids was like $3. Yeah no sorry. Maybe if I'm dying from not eating anything for eight hours, but then again I'd rather spend about three times the money for something that can be CLOSE to being considered an actual meal.
I did spend $3 on a lemonade, though. Not a bad choice though because that lemonade is so fucking delicious ugh.
It took us an hour forty-five minutes/two hours to get there. It was no problem getting there, there were like two exits we had to look for because 119 goes right from off my house right down to near Kennywood. But the way back, dear christ. It took us nearly three and a half hours to get back. Because they were doing road work and hadn't set up/taken down certain signs, so when the something-22 and 119 signs popped up, we were under the one on the left and supposedly had to be on the one in the middle. fuck you and fuck your signs. So we kind of went to Ebenborough/Ebensburg something or other and took another road straight home to get on 119. So again, fuck you and fuck your signs
That isn't the best part about getting home, though. Around 5:30 it started raining really goddamn hard. And I mean really goddamn hard. So hard that if you had soap with you, you wouldn't need an actual shower. It was getting really thunder-y and lightning-y so Mike and I wandered around looking for a place to hide from the rain because it was starting down super hard. Jade and her family were in the food carousel so we're like "let's go there" but it was so fucking packed because everyone apparently congregates there when it rains.
It kind of let off, and was just a sprinkle, so we wandered over to a stage area and sat down at a table there. Then it started to rain really hard again, and we decided fuck it, we'd just leave, because the storm wasn't about to just pass. The clouds were all a dark menacing gray, and the lightning was just two miles or so off, and was headed our direction. So it started raining harder on our way out of the park. Once we got to the front gate it was seriously pouring buckets and I took shelter along the edge of the bathroom to put my phone, wallet, keys, license, etc. into the backpack so shit wouldn't get ruined.
Mike asked if I wanted to wait a minute or so and see if it let off, or if I wanted to just make a go for the car (which was alllll the way on the other side of the lot, in the farthest space away from the park). I was like, shit, let's just go, because by the looks of things it wasn't going to stop pouring down anytime soon. So we left the park and got into the parking lot, and the rain started to get really fucking bad. Like...I was so drenched that my clothes couldn't absorb any more water, so the rain was just sliding off of me. The way I was walking was making my upper body nearly parallel to the ground because if I hadn't of, I wouldn't have been able to see where I was going. Mike at least has glasses so he didn't get hit in the eyes, but he kept having to use his hand to wipe the lenses to be able to see really clearly. I was holding his hand and wearing nonslip waiting/waitressing shoes and I was still slipping because there was an inch, two inches of flowing water down the slanted (sideways) parking lot.
Anywho we got to the car and Mike just flung his shirt off, threw it in the backseat and climbed into the driver's seat while I sat in the passenger's seat with a towel (that I'd stolen from the driver's seat. It was there from Mike working at a Proform and having powdered metal all over the seat so the towel was there to protect my pants/his pants from the metal dust) and dried off my hair. I then proceeded to take off my shirt and throw it in the backseat. Fuck it, I thought, there's no one else around and the water is making such a sheet of white and clear runny-ness that no one can see in anyway. I'm glad I brought a second shirt. Thing is, it was in the backpack. That I had been carrying through the rain.
And water had been pooling at the base of my back against the backpack, so that shirt had gotten wet splotches on it. I still whipped my shirt off, dried off and put the other shirt on, though, because hey, it's better than being completely drenched. My pants were completely drenched, too, and I almost took them off and just sat with a shirt on and a towel, but I probably would have gotten too cold from the car's AC hitting off of my wet body. So I left my pants on, took off my socks and shoes, and stuck my feet underneath the glove compartment back there where the heat comes from. Good lord that felt nice.
Well anyway, we were driving and Mike nearly had to pull over a couple of times because of how hard the rain was coming down. Then, you know, the sign thing and it took us three and a half hours to get home. We outran the storm, but it was still following us and eventually reached us last night. Sugar (cat) freaked out because he's terrified of thunder and lightning, poor baby. Sam just kind of chilled on the back porch completely soaked like "yeah I do this for a living". And as I type this, he's in Mike's computer chair next to me having a little bath and purring. How adorable.
Yeah we left around 6, and we got home at like 9:15-ish. My mom was really confused because I didn't tell her we were coming home then. But then she made some delicious BBQ chicken and mashed potatoes and ugh it's so delicious.
Now it's time for cat stories, this time featuring Sugar.
So, uh, my cats are completely different. In color (black and white), in temperament (one hates everything while the other either is scared of it or loves it to death), and in, well, weight (one's fat while the other is really skinny). Everything about that is normal, except for the last bit.
Sugar's been losing weight, which, you know, is good. Because he was overweight before and we put him and Sam on a diet. Thing is, he's been losing a bit...too much weight. We had no idea what was wrong with him. We thought it might be worms, but we didn't have any proof and we didn't want to spend the money at a vet for them to tell us they a) can't do anything if we don't have a worm from him or b) there's nothing wrong with him at all. But yesterday, he came inside and went underneath a barstool and I was like "aww you're such a cute little poop aren't you" and petting him when I saw something on his stomach. I moved his fur and it was this...worm...thing. And I was like "well that's disgusting" and then he started licking his belly and flung it onto my hand after which I flung it onto the towel he was on, yelled for my mom and washed my hands with Dawn and hot water for about eight minutes straight.
My mom was like "oh no he has worms where did the worm come from" and then put the worm in a baggy. This was at like 11 in the morning. She called the vet and an appointment was scheduled for eight. Mike and I had to take him in because my mom promised Jamie/her boyfriend that she would go over and hang out with him and help him with stuff at the festival since he runs a booth there sometimes.
So yeah this cutie:
He has roundworm. At least that's what the vet said it looked like. It was kind of hard to tell because it was all dried up after spending nine hours in a plastic bag.
In the vet's office, though, there was a really absolutely gorgeous pitbull. She was the dark chocolate color, with the marbled caramel and white in her fur and she was just so pretty ugh. She kept coming over to me and whining and rubbing her head against my leg and being adorable but her owner kept pulling her away even after I insisted she was fine. I love dogs. Dogs love me. Problem? I don't see one. But there was a boxer in there, too, and he was like OH GOD YOU'RE A PERSON I LOVE ME SOME PERSONS LET ME LOVE YOUUUUUU so while I was in line to tell them I was there with Sugar for 8, the dog was like LET ME LICK YOU OMG YES YES YES YES I LOVE YOU PERSON. He was so cute, lord.
There was a lady with a little pembroke corgi, too. Good gracious that dog was the most adorable dog I had ever seen in my life. She was just carrying him under my arm and he was like hey guys sup :3 and ugh. He was so soft, too. She sat him down and he waddled over to me and hid behind my legs and licked my leg a lot. So two free baths in two days. And he talked to Sugar, too. He was like roo? and Sugar was all miao? and so that was super fucking cute. The corgi shook his fur a little, and he kind of vibrated across the linoleum floor and ugh that dog is so cute. I loved him and he loved me.
Someone came in with a lab that had a gigantic, scab-looking thing all over the back of his head and neck and I felt so bad for him. Then all of the dogs proceeded to stare at me for fifteen minutes while whining and wagging their tails at me and trying to lick me.
Then there was an older guy there with his kitty and he told a story about how he has a yellow lab, and the cat will go over, give the lab a bath and lay down with and sleep with him and I was like well THAT IS FUCKING ADORABLE OKAY.
Then we were called back, we had to pull Sugar out of his carrier, give him a shot and some de-worming medicine, and he stuck a back claw into Mike's hand and just kind of...tore into him. He got me, too, but he didn't break the skin very much, if at all. It still hurt, though, because cat scratches. I felt bad for the little guy. The de-worming stuff is yellow, and he, well, he's white, and he was resisting so he was getting a bunch of yellow gunk all over his face. Poor babbu. So we have to give him another dose of the de-worming stuff next Thursday, then take in a stool sample in two weeks from now to see if there are any worms/eggs. Because he'll be pooping them out like crazy until then.
Anyway, until I find something else to complain about, I'll leave you guys alone. Because my IBS is kicking in for some reason? So I need to figure out what I ate that caused it to get my stomach into knots.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
You're fucking kidding me, right?
My 16-year-old brother got a fairly new car - as in a 2008 Hyundai - because he wanted one. So, of course, my grandparents and father give the kid money to get one, because my brother always gets what he wants, regardless of what anyone else has to say about it.
My dad said he'd have to talk to my mom about it, but he never did. Dad asked brother how his grades were (Ds, Fs), said it was fine and gave him the money anyway. Doesn't surprise me. But the kid doesn't have a job, he doesn't have a license; he lives a 3 minute drive away from the school. He has no reason to have a car. Meanwhile, I'm stuck with a 14-year-old beater car, that, while it has been a sturdy car, it does have problems with it, and it will have to be replaced within the next couple of years.
What I think bothers me the most, though, is how our grandmother (dad's mom, not mom's mom - who helped brother get the car) needs surgery for what I'm sure is for her cancer reappearing...and instead of that, they spent money on a car for my brother. Now they're complaining about not having money for the surgery. I'm sorry, but potentially life-saving surgery is definitely a priority to getting a license-less, job-less, reckless-driving newly-16-year-old a car just because he wants one. That's the only reason. Because he wants one.
If he was a safe driver, planning on getting a job, and had his license, alright, that would be more fair than it currently is. However, this kid rides the yellow line, speeds in bad weather (and speeds in general), ignores all warnings from the adult passenger that there is ice and that he should slow down, doesn't stop at red lights or stop signs, and has already wrecked our grandparents' van twice...among other things. But still, surgery. Thanks, but I'd rather have my grandmother alive than have my brother out on the roads driving dangerously.
Am I jealous? A bit, perhaps, but this is coming from a kid who can't even get enough money to go to college next year. Where's my $5,500 for college, dad? Grandparents? I have straight A's with the occasional B or C, I want to go to college, I'm trying to get a job, and I'm a safe driver. I can't even. Why would you give this kid a car?
I love my brother and everything because he is my brother, but...damn.
My dad said he'd have to talk to my mom about it, but he never did. Dad asked brother how his grades were (Ds, Fs), said it was fine and gave him the money anyway. Doesn't surprise me. But the kid doesn't have a job, he doesn't have a license; he lives a 3 minute drive away from the school. He has no reason to have a car. Meanwhile, I'm stuck with a 14-year-old beater car, that, while it has been a sturdy car, it does have problems with it, and it will have to be replaced within the next couple of years.
What I think bothers me the most, though, is how our grandmother (dad's mom, not mom's mom - who helped brother get the car) needs surgery for what I'm sure is for her cancer reappearing...and instead of that, they spent money on a car for my brother. Now they're complaining about not having money for the surgery. I'm sorry, but potentially life-saving surgery is definitely a priority to getting a license-less, job-less, reckless-driving newly-16-year-old a car just because he wants one. That's the only reason. Because he wants one.
If he was a safe driver, planning on getting a job, and had his license, alright, that would be more fair than it currently is. However, this kid rides the yellow line, speeds in bad weather (and speeds in general), ignores all warnings from the adult passenger that there is ice and that he should slow down, doesn't stop at red lights or stop signs, and has already wrecked our grandparents' van twice...among other things. But still, surgery. Thanks, but I'd rather have my grandmother alive than have my brother out on the roads driving dangerously.
Am I jealous? A bit, perhaps, but this is coming from a kid who can't even get enough money to go to college next year. Where's my $5,500 for college, dad? Grandparents? I have straight A's with the occasional B or C, I want to go to college, I'm trying to get a job, and I'm a safe driver. I can't even. Why would you give this kid a car?
I love my brother and everything because he is my brother, but...damn.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
I really wish the third time was the charm. - A "Sarah is angry" post.
ALRIGHT, NEXT SEMESTER STAFF
Gailfrancis and Parallelless, I'm looking at you two
If you two act anything like how 95% of the current staff is I'm going to beat you with bags of onions and throw you into a giant vat of cake mix
In all seriousness, though, I understand that people can have late items if you've been out of school for a few days, but your articles should not be over three days late if you've been in school since we drafted for writing. Then again, you're probably too busy playing games on your laptop during classes and studyhalls instead of, y'know, actually writing for the paper. A day late? Alright, that's usually not too bad, but when your article is due on a Friday, and you don't even hand it in the next Monday, I want to punch you in the mouth so hard your teeth will tear your asshole, along with a couple of new ones.
Don't try and force religious views down on people through The Shadow. That's not how it works, and the fact that a lot of people on the staff are like "LOL YEAH LET'S RUN IT" makes me lose even more respect for you and them.
Same with controversial subjects. Please don't force your views on gay rights, abortion, etc. through the paper. We've talked about this. Don't be biased. You're writing a news article, not an editorial. Even if you were writing an editorial, your language and blatant bashing of those who are pro-choice and for gay rights is absolutely disgusting and shouldn't be printed in the (school) paper.
Regarding the fundraisers, we had well over three weeks to sell as much as we could. There were 60 jerky sticks we had to sell, and 52 (maybe 54?) fruit snacks. And kids eat that shit up in our school. Don't tell me (and more importantly, our supervisor) that you couldn't sell them all. I sold out of my first box of fruit snacks in under a week, and the second one about 7 school days later...and I wasn't even approaching people. I also sold out of jerky before the three weeks was up. How did you manage to sell less than 10 of each item? I know for a fact most of you left the jerky in your locker. Please don't tell me you didn't; I can tell you're lying. :I
Along with all of that, please proofread your shit before you turn it in. Not only am I a proofreader, I am the main photo editor (and the only one who knows what they're doing, apparently), I run the website for the paper, and I have my own articles to write. I don't want to have to go through your articles and make the font the right font (we use Bookman Old Style, not Papyrus or Times New Roman), the right size (16 for header, 10 for byline and body, "by" is not capitalized, there is no colon between "by" and your name, and the byline is in bold, we only went over this 1,000 times with our supervisor), and I don't want to have to justify it. I also don't want to have to correct your quite obvious grammar blunders, and I definitely am not happy having to correct spelling on words such as "school". I do not want to have to put periods on the ends of sentences, or stick in some commas so that your sentences do not turn even the most large-lunged man into a crippled, gasping mess on the floor by the time someone is finished reading them aloud. You are seniors. I should not have to do this.
To everyone who bitches about other people getting their work done, when they haven't gotten their own work done: stop trying to get other people to work and do your own damn work. You're holding up both you AND the person you're getting angry at. Finish your work, and then bother them. Checking up on them? Okay, but don't stand there for ten minutes going "omg lyk u rly need 2 finish dis".
Oh, and "photo editing" staff? If you're not aware of how to photoshop an image for the paper, please ask me instead of doing what you think is right. 100% of the time so far, your "I think this is right" images are darker than the original image and I have to re-photoshop them anyway. I know I can be mean sometimes when dealing with this sort of thing, but I'm only mean because you're doing your jobs badly. We went over how to photoshop the images correctly many times when we first got our positions. I am also the head photo editor. I am here for you to ask me questions on photo editing. Please do so, instead of creating more work for me and you. I would rather take the 5 minutes to explain/show you how to do the correct photo editing than have you do it completely wrong and me have to fix it while being pissy with you, wasting everyone's time.
And for the love of all that is good and holy in this world, use an actual fucking camera to take pictures for the paper. We have a camera. I have a camera. STOP USING PHOTOBOOTH. STOP USING YOUR SHITTY PHONE AS A CAMERA.It makes me want to rip out your eyes and pour salt in your sockets. No, but really. It looks really fucking bad. It looks unprofessional. Prior to popular belief, I can't make shitty, blurry pictures into artful masterpieces in photoshop. And you guys are the ones who were bitching about the paper looking bad whenever it came out the last two times.
If only the third time really was the charm. But, y'know, as soon as this shit comes out on the 21st, when we do a commendations and recommendations of the paper, all of you are going to be bawwwing about how "bad" certain stuff was. Well, you know what, cupcakes? It's your own damn fault you aren't willing to put work into the paper. That's why it comes out "bad". Am I (and maybe one or two other people on our 10-people staff) the only one actually putting a good amount of work into this? Am I the only one taking this shit seriously?
Along with the whole "use actual cameras" thing, try your best to not blur the fuck out of the pictures. If you do blur it, retake it; it's always obvious on the preview of the camera when it's blurry, so don't tell me it isn't or that you didn't know...when there is someone's face blurring across the picture.
How I have not completely flipped my shit on any of you is absolutely mind-boggling. Maybe I'm holding onto the hopes that you'll learn and get better, but considering neither of those seemed to have happened, I think I might just flip some tables tomorrow if any of this happens again. Mondays are already bad for everyone. Don't make it worse for us, please. This pisses me off, and my medication is supposed to prevent me from snapping again. PLEASE, just do your work so I don't snap. I don't want to snap. It's bad for me, and it's bad for you. It might hurt your "feelings", but for me, it's a legitimate health problem. So, please. I've asked before.
Oh, and guys? The paper is not free to print. It costs us money to print it, so stop just taking it. Stop thinking you're allowed one for free. I don't care that you wrote stuff in it; I did too, and I'm paying for mine. It's fifty cents. I'm pretty sure most of you can manage that; you certainly blow off more than that on snack foods from the snack shack every day. And you know, if you don't have money but want to read it, ask someone on the staff. They'll let you borrow theirs, or they'll get you one. tl;dr for that part stop stealing The Shadow we need that money to print it
tl;dr for the entire thing - The people on the newspaper staff at my school are, for the most part, lazy and do things wrong all the time (even when we've gone over it many times) so I'm bitching on the internet about it instead of beating their heads in (even though I would like to most days)
Now I'll probably sound like a shitty person or OMG SO MEEN, but trust me, you guys, you don't want to work with these people. I don't dislike them, but I dislike what they do. A few of them, I like. However, that does not excuse what they've done. Just because I am on good terms with you does not mean you can get away with doing nothing without me getting upset. People, oh my god. :1 This isn't even all of it. I wish I could totally go off but there will always be something I forget.
I'm not the managing editor.
Please don't turn me into the honorary one.
Alright, wow, this turned out really fucking long.
Gailfrancis and Parallelless, I'm looking at you two
If you two act anything like how 95% of the current staff is I'm going to beat you with bags of onions and throw you into a giant vat of cake mix
In all seriousness, though, I understand that people can have late items if you've been out of school for a few days, but your articles should not be over three days late if you've been in school since we drafted for writing. Then again, you're probably too busy playing games on your laptop during classes and studyhalls instead of, y'know, actually writing for the paper. A day late? Alright, that's usually not too bad, but when your article is due on a Friday, and you don't even hand it in the next Monday, I want to punch you in the mouth so hard your teeth will tear your asshole, along with a couple of new ones.
Don't try and force religious views down on people through The Shadow. That's not how it works, and the fact that a lot of people on the staff are like "LOL YEAH LET'S RUN IT" makes me lose even more respect for you and them.
Same with controversial subjects. Please don't force your views on gay rights, abortion, etc. through the paper. We've talked about this. Don't be biased. You're writing a news article, not an editorial. Even if you were writing an editorial, your language and blatant bashing of those who are pro-choice and for gay rights is absolutely disgusting and shouldn't be printed in the (school) paper.
Regarding the fundraisers, we had well over three weeks to sell as much as we could. There were 60 jerky sticks we had to sell, and 52 (maybe 54?) fruit snacks. And kids eat that shit up in our school. Don't tell me (and more importantly, our supervisor) that you couldn't sell them all. I sold out of my first box of fruit snacks in under a week, and the second one about 7 school days later...and I wasn't even approaching people. I also sold out of jerky before the three weeks was up. How did you manage to sell less than 10 of each item? I know for a fact most of you left the jerky in your locker. Please don't tell me you didn't; I can tell you're lying. :I
Along with all of that, please proofread your shit before you turn it in. Not only am I a proofreader, I am the main photo editor (and the only one who knows what they're doing, apparently), I run the website for the paper, and I have my own articles to write. I don't want to have to go through your articles and make the font the right font (we use Bookman Old Style, not Papyrus or Times New Roman), the right size (16 for header, 10 for byline and body, "by" is not capitalized, there is no colon between "by" and your name, and the byline is in bold, we only went over this 1,000 times with our supervisor), and I don't want to have to justify it. I also don't want to have to correct your quite obvious grammar blunders, and I definitely am not happy having to correct spelling on words such as "school". I do not want to have to put periods on the ends of sentences, or stick in some commas so that your sentences do not turn even the most large-lunged man into a crippled, gasping mess on the floor by the time someone is finished reading them aloud. You are seniors. I should not have to do this.
To everyone who bitches about other people getting their work done, when they haven't gotten their own work done: stop trying to get other people to work and do your own damn work. You're holding up both you AND the person you're getting angry at. Finish your work, and then bother them. Checking up on them? Okay, but don't stand there for ten minutes going "omg lyk u rly need 2 finish dis".
Oh, and "photo editing" staff? If you're not aware of how to photoshop an image for the paper, please ask me instead of doing what you think is right. 100% of the time so far, your "I think this is right" images are darker than the original image and I have to re-photoshop them anyway. I know I can be mean sometimes when dealing with this sort of thing, but I'm only mean because you're doing your jobs badly. We went over how to photoshop the images correctly many times when we first got our positions. I am also the head photo editor. I am here for you to ask me questions on photo editing. Please do so, instead of creating more work for me and you. I would rather take the 5 minutes to explain/show you how to do the correct photo editing than have you do it completely wrong and me have to fix it while being pissy with you, wasting everyone's time.
And for the love of all that is good and holy in this world, use an actual fucking camera to take pictures for the paper. We have a camera. I have a camera. STOP USING PHOTOBOOTH. STOP USING YOUR SHITTY PHONE AS A CAMERA.It makes me want to rip out your eyes and pour salt in your sockets. No, but really. It looks really fucking bad. It looks unprofessional. Prior to popular belief, I can't make shitty, blurry pictures into artful masterpieces in photoshop. And you guys are the ones who were bitching about the paper looking bad whenever it came out the last two times.
If only the third time really was the charm. But, y'know, as soon as this shit comes out on the 21st, when we do a commendations and recommendations of the paper, all of you are going to be bawwwing about how "bad" certain stuff was. Well, you know what, cupcakes? It's your own damn fault you aren't willing to put work into the paper. That's why it comes out "bad". Am I (and maybe one or two other people on our 10-people staff) the only one actually putting a good amount of work into this? Am I the only one taking this shit seriously?
Along with the whole "use actual cameras" thing, try your best to not blur the fuck out of the pictures. If you do blur it, retake it; it's always obvious on the preview of the camera when it's blurry, so don't tell me it isn't or that you didn't know...when there is someone's face blurring across the picture.
How I have not completely flipped my shit on any of you is absolutely mind-boggling. Maybe I'm holding onto the hopes that you'll learn and get better, but considering neither of those seemed to have happened, I think I might just flip some tables tomorrow if any of this happens again. Mondays are already bad for everyone. Don't make it worse for us, please. This pisses me off, and my medication is supposed to prevent me from snapping again. PLEASE, just do your work so I don't snap. I don't want to snap. It's bad for me, and it's bad for you. It might hurt your "feelings", but for me, it's a legitimate health problem. So, please. I've asked before.
Oh, and guys? The paper is not free to print. It costs us money to print it, so stop just taking it. Stop thinking you're allowed one for free. I don't care that you wrote stuff in it; I did too, and I'm paying for mine. It's fifty cents. I'm pretty sure most of you can manage that; you certainly blow off more than that on snack foods from the snack shack every day. And you know, if you don't have money but want to read it, ask someone on the staff. They'll let you borrow theirs, or they'll get you one. tl;dr for that part stop stealing The Shadow we need that money to print it
tl;dr for the entire thing - The people on the newspaper staff at my school are, for the most part, lazy and do things wrong all the time (even when we've gone over it many times) so I'm bitching on the internet about it instead of beating their heads in (even though I would like to most days)
Now I'll probably sound like a shitty person or OMG SO MEEN, but trust me, you guys, you don't want to work with these people. I don't dislike them, but I dislike what they do. A few of them, I like. However, that does not excuse what they've done. Just because I am on good terms with you does not mean you can get away with doing nothing without me getting upset. People, oh my god. :1 This isn't even all of it. I wish I could totally go off but there will always be something I forget.
I'm not the managing editor.
Please don't turn me into the honorary one.
Alright, wow, this turned out really fucking long.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Hey, you "girl gamers"
If you think you're special because you play videogames, stop it.
Especially those of you who just pick up a game and become obsessed with it, only to go around screaming "I AM SUCH A GAMER GURLLL LoLLLL x0x BRB SKYRIM & GUITAR HEROOOO TXT IT"...
No. Stop it. You are not special because you have a vagina and happen to play videogames. Become aware of this. I am tired of seeing pointless updates that say shit like "BRB GUYS BUSY WITH SKYRIM <3" and "LOL IMMA GO PLAY *GAME TITLE HERE* NOWWW BBL LOL". First off, no one gives a shit that you're going to be playing a game. If you're talking to people and want others to know that you're going to be away, then fucking tell them personally instead of posting an update that hardly any of them will read or see on time.
This is especially ridiculous when the game has...absolutely nothing to do with the original post. For example, you post something saying you're going to be busy for a while and might not get stuff done. Okay, cool, we all have those times. However, when you go on saying "I MIGHT BE TOO BUSY PLAYING *GAME TITLE*...LOL BUT WE'LL SEE" it makes me want to strangle you with the bloody, cold corpse of a mangled flamingo.
Lucky for you, I don't have the direct availability for those resources, otherwise there would be a pile of people and flamingos laying in my basement. Right now, though, it's just VHS tapes and beer. At least of the smaller, easily movable things.
Anyway...holy shit. Girls, you aren't special for playing games. You're not special for being on the internet (although when kids [it seems girls especially] first log onto a site for their first time, they are massive idiots with the IQ points of a bag full of onions and the internet in general seems to draw out the ~special~ kids quite easily [read as: those who try and fake illnesses {usually mental}]). You're not special because you got the newest, most talked-about game.
However, you might be able to redeem some of the respect that I lost for you when you said you were a girl gamer (or did anything of the above, or more) by talking game talk with me and actually being able to play a game (completely) without cheating.
Specifically: Dragon Age games that no one seems to play completely through because they ragequit.
And that is my "me being a massive dick" post for the hour.
Especially those of you who just pick up a game and become obsessed with it, only to go around screaming "I AM SUCH A GAMER GURLLL LoLLLL x0x BRB SKYRIM & GUITAR HEROOOO TXT IT"...
No. Stop it. You are not special because you have a vagina and happen to play videogames. Become aware of this. I am tired of seeing pointless updates that say shit like "BRB GUYS BUSY WITH SKYRIM <3" and "LOL IMMA GO PLAY *GAME TITLE HERE* NOWWW BBL LOL". First off, no one gives a shit that you're going to be playing a game. If you're talking to people and want others to know that you're going to be away, then fucking tell them personally instead of posting an update that hardly any of them will read or see on time.
This is especially ridiculous when the game has...absolutely nothing to do with the original post. For example, you post something saying you're going to be busy for a while and might not get stuff done. Okay, cool, we all have those times. However, when you go on saying "I MIGHT BE TOO BUSY PLAYING *GAME TITLE*...LOL BUT WE'LL SEE" it makes me want to strangle you with the bloody, cold corpse of a mangled flamingo.
Lucky for you, I don't have the direct availability for those resources, otherwise there would be a pile of people and flamingos laying in my basement. Right now, though, it's just VHS tapes and beer. At least of the smaller, easily movable things.
Anyway...holy shit. Girls, you aren't special for playing games. You're not special for being on the internet (although when kids [it seems girls especially] first log onto a site for their first time, they are massive idiots with the IQ points of a bag full of onions and the internet in general seems to draw out the ~special~ kids quite easily [read as: those who try and fake illnesses {usually mental}]). You're not special because you got the newest, most talked-about game.
However, you might be able to redeem some of the respect that I lost for you when you said you were a girl gamer (or did anything of the above, or more) by talking game talk with me and actually being able to play a game (completely) without cheating.
Specifically: Dragon Age games that no one seems to play completely through because they ragequit.
And that is my "me being a massive dick" post for the hour.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Blah
Emo.
[] I cry a lot.
[] I go to local shows.
[x] I wear black everyday.
[x] I write sad poetry.
[x] I play an acoustic guitar.
[] My favorite bands include: Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, or Panic! at the Disco.
[x] I think about suicide or death often.
[x] People have told me to cheer up.
[x] I cry when I see dead animals. (depends on the animal, obviously)
[] My myspace pics are black or white or angled.
[x] I wear many band shirts.
[] No one understands me.
[x] I don't talk too often.
[] I look down when I walk.
[] I wear black eyeliner.
[] I have an ex I still cry over.
[] My hair is black
[] My hair covers one of my eyes.
[] I always say 'life sucks'.
Total: 8
Nerd.
[x] I have straight A's.
[] I wear glasses. (CONTACTS)
[] I always do my homework and study.
[] Lord of the Rings was a massive achievement.
[x] Computer games.
[] I'm 'teachers pet'.
[] I've never had a real boyfriend/girlfriend.
[] I have a bedtime.
[] I use an asthma inhaler.
[x] I carry a calculator with me.
[] I bring my lunch to school.
[/] I always follow the rules.
[] I'm shy around the opposite sex.
[x] I'm always on the computer.
[x] I've never had beer or cigarettes.
[]I always answer every question in class right.
[x] I correct people's grammar.
[x] I read a lot.
[x] School is very important to me.
[] I always stump people.
Total: 8.5
Rebel.
[x] I always speak my mind.
[x] I have 0% of school spirit.
[x] Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
[x] I stand up for what I think is right.
[] On spirit days at school, I wear the rival's colors.
[] Whenever people are doing something, I do the complete opposite.
[] I won't listen to authority figures.
[] I always break the rules.
[] I refuse to compromise.
[] I'm always arguing with people.
[x] I love debate.
[x] I always do what's unexpected of me.
[x] I don't give a shit what people think of me.
[x] If I watch a cruddy movie in theaters, right after it's over, I'll say 'that sucked'.
[x] I'm not afraid to contradict others.
[] I only respect my own beliefs.
[x] If I don't want to do something, I won't do it, no matter what.
[] I laugh at compromising people.
[] I cheer on the rival's sport team to stand out.
[] Rules were meant to be broken.
Total: 10
Jock.
[x] I'm on one or more sport teams. (have been)
[] I always wear my varsity jacket.
[x] I've won awards for my athletic ability.
[] I will only date popular girls/guys.
[] School Spirit 100%.
[] I'm going to a college for sports.
[] I watch sports on tv all the time
[x] I'm muscular. (eh, strong, but not buff)
[] I play sports or exercise at least 3 hours a day.
[] Go Team!
[] I'm a chick/dude magnet.
[] I eat a lot.
[] I'm egotistical.
[] I'm too focused on sports to make really good grades.
[] I sit at the jock lunch table.
[] All I talk about with my friends is sports.
[] I go to lots of sports games.
[x] I'm very athletic
[] I wear sport inspired clothing.
[x] play at least 3 different sports. (I can)
Total: 5
Comedian.
[x] I'm funny.
[x] I'm always making jokes.
[] I interrupt class by making people laugh.
[x] I like to entertain people.
[] I worship Kevin Smith.
[] I watch comedies more than anything.
[] I also watch SNL and Mad TV a lot
[x] I'm sarcastic.
[x] I've been told I'm hilarious.
[x] I always imitate people.
[x] I pull lots of pranks.
[x] I always make sarcastic remarks after everything.
[] I have to prove myself by being funny.
[x] People expect me to make jokes, always.
[x] I have a lot of pressure to make everyone laugh.
[x] If I don't make jokes, people ask me what's wrong.
[x] Jim Carrey is my idol
[x] I mostly get along with everybody.
[] At pep rallies, I'm the one acting crazy and silly.
[] My teachers or parents tell me I need to focus more on work and less on joking around.
Total: 13
Shy.
[x] I don't have a lot of friends.
[x] I don't talk too much.
[] It's not that I'm snobby, I just get nervous when talking to people.
[] When people say my name, others say 'who?'
[] I'm pretty sure mostly no one knows who I am.
[] People have told me I need to talk more.
[x] I only talk when other people talk to me first
[] I look down when I walk.
[x] I avoid social gatherings, such as games, dances, or parties.
[] People have tried to help me be more outgoing, but it never works.
[] I always plan to talk to more people, but I never do.
[x] I sit in the back of the classroom.
[] I never participate in class discussions.
[x] I hide behind people to avoid being seen sometimes.
[] I could never be a cashier, talking to strangers.
[] I talk quietly
[x] People have called me shy or quiet.
[] I usually let others decide for me.
[] If someone is talking about my favorite book or movie in front of me, I don't join in the conversation.
[] I would like to be more outgoing.
Total: 7
Goth.
[x] I wear black.
[x] I don't like to be seen.
[x] I'm very, very pale. (honestly, white as a sheet of paper)
[] I only listen to metal or emo-ish music.
[x] I love creepy, weird movies.
[x] I love gothic cartoons and drawings.
[x] I don't like people.
[x] I only go out during the night. (when I can help it)
[] I have black fingernails.
[x] I wear a long black coat.
[x] I also wear big black boots.
[x] 'The Crow' is one of my favorite movies.
[] I only date other Goths.
[x] I love black humor.
[x] I love pain.
[x] People think I'm crazy.
[] I don't talk to anyone who isn't as deep as me.
[x] I love to scare people
[x] I laugh at teenyboppers.
[x] People are scared of me.
Total: 16
Weirdo.
[x] I talk to myself.
[x] I say really random things all the time.
[x] I fidget a lot.
[] I still use a wheeled backpack.
[] People laugh at me.
[] I walk really funny.
[x] I have a very different sense of style.
[] I talk in a robot voice often.
[x] I'll stop whatever I'm doing, and break out in a crazy dance if the mood strikes.
[x] I debate stuff with myself.
[x] I hear voices. (I have a "mild case" of paranoid schizophrenia according to a therapist, but I don't know if I should believe them :1)
[] I'm obsessed with aliens and the other planets.
[x] I have a fascination with robots and machinery.
[] I use really big words no one understands, and they give me weird looks.
[] I say random lines of babbling that make sense to no one but me.
[] I dart my eyes from side to side.
[]I always pretend I'm a robot or other weird non human thing.
[x] People have no idea why I think the way I do.
[x] I have some very unusual, extraordinary talents.
[] When people ask me if I like something that's trendy, I pretend to be scared or confused.
Total: 10
non-social.
[x] I hate most people. (I just don't learn your name~!)
[x] I prefer to be alone. (unless you're Mike, then yes)
[x] When people talk to me, I just give them a death glare.
[x] Actually, most people don't talk to me.
[ ] People are freaking idiots and I wish they'd all die.
[ ] I live in my room, writing in my diary.
[x] I go out my way to avoid everyone.
[x] I never greet anyone.
[ ] I despise people who talk too loudly.
[ ] I want people to think I'm a freak.
[ ] I never talk.
[ ] I can't wait to get off this earth.
[ ] I always sit by myself at lunch or anywhere else.
[ ] I listen to music on full blast on my ipod/mp3 player/headphones to block out the world.
[x] I don't know why I am the way I am.
[x] People have said I'm non-social.
[ ] I use drugs or alcohol to escape the loneliness.
[ ] Why bother when people don't like you anyways?
[x] I occupy myself so it won't look like I'm a loner.
[ ] I just don't get along with anyone.
Total: 9
Skater.
[x] I skateboard to everywhere.
[ ] If I'm not skateboarding, I carry it with me.
[ ] I shop at Pacsun.
[ ] I'm obsessed with Tony Hawk.
[ ] Oh yeah, and Bam Margera.
[ ] I always play skateboarding video games.
[x] I have shaggy hair.
[x] I wear baggy pants.
[x] I wear only skater shoes.
[x] I always wear hoodies.
[ ] I hang at skate parks 24/7.
[ ] I'm always learning new board tricks.
[ ] Forget school, I want to be a professional skateboarder.
[x] I've been skateboarding for over 4 years.
[ ] I hang with other skaters.
[x] I've been hurt while skateboarding.
[ ] I've been in a skateboarding competition.
[x] I wear vans.
[ ] Tony Hawks games own.
[ ] I've met some of my closest friends at skate parks.
Total: 8
Christian Girl/Boy
[ ] I go to church at least once a week.
[ ] Most of my wardrobe consists of long skirts and button down shirts for church.
[ ] I always carry a bible with me.
[ ] My whole family is very religious.
[ ] I've never been on a date.
[x] I've never smoked or had a beer.
[ ] My beliefs are very strong.
[/] I'm waiting until marriage to have sex. (eh, we're just waiting to wait really)
[ ] I wear a cross necklace.
[ ] I have a bracelet that says WWJD.
[ ] I'm always preaching to people about the importance of religion.
[] I believe in God.
[ ] I'm not allowed to watch rated R movies, and sometimes, not even PG-13 movies.
[x] I never go out and party.
[ ] I read the bible everyday.
[ ] I've memorized excerpts from the bible.
[] I go to Sunday school.
[ ] I've been to church camp.
[ ] I pray every night.
[ ] I sing Christian songs.
[ ] I'm an atheist.
Total: 2.5
Gangsta.
[] I say 'yo'.
[ ] I also say 'fo shizzle'.
[ ] I wear extremely baggy pants.
[ ] Mah chainz hang low.
[ ] I hang with my homies, biotches, and H**'s
[ ] I'm a thug.
[ ] I only listen to rap music.
[ ] 50 Cent is my idol.
[ ] I don't give a frick about school.
[ ] I steal/have stolen before.
[x] I freestyle.
[x] I breakdance.
[ ] Gold chainz is tha way to go, biotch.
[ ] I'm white but I act black.
[ ] All my heroes are dead rappers.
[ ] Tupac is still alive.
[ ] I party with all my ****.
[ ] I wear a sideways baseball cap.
[x] I wear hoodies.
[ ] I wear converse with the tongue flipped out.
Total: 3
Bully.
[ ] I always steal people's lunch money.
[ ] Geeks are afraid of me.
[ ] I get in trouble all the time.
[ ] I steal people's stuff to be an asshole.
[ ] People have called me a bully.
[x] I have beat someone up before.
[ ] I'm always looking for a fight.
[ ] I pick on people smaller than me.
[x] I push people out of the way when I'm walking.
[ ] I've never been in a relationship before.
[x] People are afraid of me.
[x] People know not to mess with me.
[x] I'm bigger than most people my age.
[ ] I pick on people for the fun of it.
[ ] I make fun of everything anyone else likes.
[ ] If anyone crosses my path, they're dead.
[ ] People know not to try and stick up for themselves when I'm around.
[ ] I'm one of the strongest kids in school.
[ ] Even some authority figures are afraid of me.
[x] People get out of my way when I'm walking.
Total: 6
Gamer.
[x] I own at least 2 different video game consoles. (try all of them)
[x] I love Final Fantasy.
[x] DDR & Guitar Hero
[x] I've missed school before because I was trying to beat a video game.
[x] I'm always trying to beat high scores on games.
[x] I even play a lot of computer games.
[x] I play at least 3 hours of video games a day.
[ ] My thumbs are sore often.
[ ] I spend all my money on new video games.
[ ] My boyfriend/girlfriend has to be into video games.
[] All I talk about is video games.
[x] I've been in a video game competition before
[ ] I pay over 30$ a month in online games.
[x] I have bought more than 5 accessories for my console
[x] I know about more than 10 cheats and mods in the game I play most
[x] I have played at least a complete week in the game I like most.
[x] I wouldn't know what to do in an afternoon without electricity.
[ ] My parents often tell the internet is broken or simply disconnect it so I don't spend whole weekends and holidays playing.
[x] I have more than one online account on the same game.
Total: 13
Girly.
[x] I have long hair
[ ] I wear make up everyday.
[] I carry a purse.
[ ] I have to get someone else to come kill a spider or any bug.
[] I paint my nails
[] I use perfume
[] I keep my nails clean/shaped
[x] I shower regularly
[x] I used to or still do Dance, Gymnastics, or Cheer/Pom (gymnastics)
[ ] I like to accessorize
[] I like flowers.
[ ] I don't like to be outdoors
[ ] I'm more like my mother than my father
[] I like hanging out with girls than boys.
[] I like going to the mall/shopping. (And buy books. and candles. and bug lollipops.)
[ ] I watch my weight/ count calories.
[] I plan outfits ahead of time
[] People say I have a soft/sweet voice
[x] I dream about and am already planning my wedding day
[ ] I watch dramatic shows on tv, soap operas, reality TV, etc[Bad Girls Club yo!!]
Total: 4
Boyish
[x] I have short hair.
[x] I hate doing laundry
[x] I like war type video games.
[x] I like playing or watching sports
[x] People say I have a deep voice
[ ] I'm more like my dad than my mom.
[x] I beat up or tease my younger siblings or friends.
[x] I act tough, it doesn't matter what's going on inside me.
[] There's only two emotions
[] I shower only when I start to notice I stink
[ ] I think about the opposite sex a lot.
[x] My room isn't neat.
[ ] I bite my nails instead of using scissors/clippers.
[x] My clothes don't match sometimes, but I don't notice or care
[x] I like to play rough with dogs
[x] I like the movies 300, The Dark Knight
[ ] The best way to get the opposite sex to like you is to act like a jerk.
[ ] I don't read
[x] I don't ask for help even if I need it.
Total: 12
[] I cry a lot.
[] I go to local shows.
[x] I wear black everyday.
[x] I write sad poetry.
[x] I play an acoustic guitar.
[] My favorite bands include: Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, or Panic! at the Disco.
[x] I think about suicide or death often.
[x] People have told me to cheer up.
[x] I cry when I see dead animals. (depends on the animal, obviously)
[] My myspace pics are black or white or angled.
[x] I wear many band shirts.
[] No one understands me.
[x] I don't talk too often.
[] I look down when I walk.
[] I wear black eyeliner.
[] I have an ex I still cry over.
[] My hair is black
[] My hair covers one of my eyes.
[] I always say 'life sucks'.
Total: 8
Nerd.
[x] I have straight A's.
[] I wear glasses. (CONTACTS)
[] I always do my homework and study.
[] Lord of the Rings was a massive achievement.
[x] Computer games.
[] I'm 'teachers pet'.
[] I've never had a real boyfriend/girlfriend.
[] I have a bedtime.
[] I use an asthma inhaler.
[x] I carry a calculator with me.
[] I bring my lunch to school.
[/] I always follow the rules.
[] I'm shy around the opposite sex.
[x] I'm always on the computer.
[x] I've never had beer or cigarettes.
[]I always answer every question in class right.
[x] I correct people's grammar.
[x] I read a lot.
[x] School is very important to me.
[] I always stump people.
Total: 8.5
Rebel.
[x] I always speak my mind.
[x] I have 0% of school spirit.
[x] Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
[x] I stand up for what I think is right.
[] On spirit days at school, I wear the rival's colors.
[] Whenever people are doing something, I do the complete opposite.
[] I won't listen to authority figures.
[] I always break the rules.
[] I refuse to compromise.
[] I'm always arguing with people.
[x] I love debate.
[x] I always do what's unexpected of me.
[x] I don't give a shit what people think of me.
[x] If I watch a cruddy movie in theaters, right after it's over, I'll say 'that sucked'.
[x] I'm not afraid to contradict others.
[] I only respect my own beliefs.
[x] If I don't want to do something, I won't do it, no matter what.
[] I laugh at compromising people.
[] I cheer on the rival's sport team to stand out.
[] Rules were meant to be broken.
Total: 10
Jock.
[x] I'm on one or more sport teams. (have been)
[] I always wear my varsity jacket.
[x] I've won awards for my athletic ability.
[] I will only date popular girls/guys.
[] School Spirit 100%.
[] I'm going to a college for sports.
[] I watch sports on tv all the time
[x] I'm muscular. (eh, strong, but not buff)
[] I play sports or exercise at least 3 hours a day.
[] Go Team!
[] I'm a chick/dude magnet.
[] I eat a lot.
[] I'm egotistical.
[] I'm too focused on sports to make really good grades.
[] I sit at the jock lunch table.
[] All I talk about with my friends is sports.
[] I go to lots of sports games.
[x] I'm very athletic
[] I wear sport inspired clothing.
[x] play at least 3 different sports. (I can)
Total: 5
Comedian.
[x] I'm funny.
[x] I'm always making jokes.
[] I interrupt class by making people laugh.
[x] I like to entertain people.
[] I worship Kevin Smith.
[] I watch comedies more than anything.
[] I also watch SNL and Mad TV a lot
[x] I'm sarcastic.
[x] I've been told I'm hilarious.
[x] I always imitate people.
[x] I pull lots of pranks.
[x] I always make sarcastic remarks after everything.
[] I have to prove myself by being funny.
[x] People expect me to make jokes, always.
[x] I have a lot of pressure to make everyone laugh.
[x] If I don't make jokes, people ask me what's wrong.
[x] Jim Carrey is my idol
[x] I mostly get along with everybody.
[] At pep rallies, I'm the one acting crazy and silly.
[] My teachers or parents tell me I need to focus more on work and less on joking around.
Total: 13
Shy.
[x] I don't have a lot of friends.
[x] I don't talk too much.
[] It's not that I'm snobby, I just get nervous when talking to people.
[] When people say my name, others say 'who?'
[] I'm pretty sure mostly no one knows who I am.
[] People have told me I need to talk more.
[x] I only talk when other people talk to me first
[] I look down when I walk.
[x] I avoid social gatherings, such as games, dances, or parties.
[] People have tried to help me be more outgoing, but it never works.
[] I always plan to talk to more people, but I never do.
[x] I sit in the back of the classroom.
[] I never participate in class discussions.
[x] I hide behind people to avoid being seen sometimes.
[] I could never be a cashier, talking to strangers.
[] I talk quietly
[x] People have called me shy or quiet.
[] I usually let others decide for me.
[] If someone is talking about my favorite book or movie in front of me, I don't join in the conversation.
[] I would like to be more outgoing.
Total: 7
Goth.
[x] I wear black.
[x] I don't like to be seen.
[x] I'm very, very pale. (honestly, white as a sheet of paper)
[] I only listen to metal or emo-ish music.
[x] I love creepy, weird movies.
[x] I love gothic cartoons and drawings.
[x] I don't like people.
[x] I only go out during the night. (when I can help it)
[] I have black fingernails.
[x] I wear a long black coat.
[x] I also wear big black boots.
[x] 'The Crow' is one of my favorite movies.
[] I only date other Goths.
[x] I love black humor.
[x] I love pain.
[x] People think I'm crazy.
[] I don't talk to anyone who isn't as deep as me.
[x] I love to scare people
[x] I laugh at teenyboppers.
[x] People are scared of me.
Total: 16
Weirdo.
[x] I talk to myself.
[x] I say really random things all the time.
[x] I fidget a lot.
[] I still use a wheeled backpack.
[] People laugh at me.
[] I walk really funny.
[x] I have a very different sense of style.
[] I talk in a robot voice often.
[x] I'll stop whatever I'm doing, and break out in a crazy dance if the mood strikes.
[x] I debate stuff with myself.
[x] I hear voices. (I have a "mild case" of paranoid schizophrenia according to a therapist, but I don't know if I should believe them :1)
[] I'm obsessed with aliens and the other planets.
[x] I have a fascination with robots and machinery.
[] I use really big words no one understands, and they give me weird looks.
[] I say random lines of babbling that make sense to no one but me.
[] I dart my eyes from side to side.
[]I always pretend I'm a robot or other weird non human thing.
[x] People have no idea why I think the way I do.
[x] I have some very unusual, extraordinary talents.
[] When people ask me if I like something that's trendy, I pretend to be scared or confused.
Total: 10
non-social.
[x] I hate most people. (I just don't learn your name~!)
[x] I prefer to be alone. (unless you're Mike, then yes)
[x] When people talk to me, I just give them a death glare.
[x] Actually, most people don't talk to me.
[ ] People are freaking idiots and I wish they'd all die.
[ ] I live in my room, writing in my diary.
[x] I go out my way to avoid everyone.
[x] I never greet anyone.
[ ] I despise people who talk too loudly.
[ ] I want people to think I'm a freak.
[ ] I never talk.
[ ] I can't wait to get off this earth.
[ ] I always sit by myself at lunch or anywhere else.
[ ] I listen to music on full blast on my ipod/mp3 player/headphones to block out the world.
[x] I don't know why I am the way I am.
[x] People have said I'm non-social.
[ ] I use drugs or alcohol to escape the loneliness.
[ ] Why bother when people don't like you anyways?
[x] I occupy myself so it won't look like I'm a loner.
[ ] I just don't get along with anyone.
Total: 9
Skater.
[x] I skateboard to everywhere.
[ ] If I'm not skateboarding, I carry it with me.
[ ] I shop at Pacsun.
[ ] I'm obsessed with Tony Hawk.
[ ] Oh yeah, and Bam Margera.
[ ] I always play skateboarding video games.
[x] I have shaggy hair.
[x] I wear baggy pants.
[x] I wear only skater shoes.
[x] I always wear hoodies.
[ ] I hang at skate parks 24/7.
[ ] I'm always learning new board tricks.
[ ] Forget school, I want to be a professional skateboarder.
[x] I've been skateboarding for over 4 years.
[ ] I hang with other skaters.
[x] I've been hurt while skateboarding.
[ ] I've been in a skateboarding competition.
[x] I wear vans.
[ ] Tony Hawks games own.
[ ] I've met some of my closest friends at skate parks.
Total: 8
Christian Girl/Boy
[ ] I go to church at least once a week.
[ ] Most of my wardrobe consists of long skirts and button down shirts for church.
[ ] I always carry a bible with me.
[ ] My whole family is very religious.
[ ] I've never been on a date.
[x] I've never smoked or had a beer.
[ ] My beliefs are very strong.
[/] I'm waiting until marriage to have sex. (eh, we're just waiting to wait really)
[ ] I wear a cross necklace.
[ ] I have a bracelet that says WWJD.
[ ] I'm always preaching to people about the importance of religion.
[] I believe in God.
[ ] I'm not allowed to watch rated R movies, and sometimes, not even PG-13 movies.
[x] I never go out and party.
[ ] I read the bible everyday.
[ ] I've memorized excerpts from the bible.
[] I go to Sunday school.
[ ] I've been to church camp.
[ ] I pray every night.
[ ] I sing Christian songs.
[ ] I'm an atheist.
Total: 2.5
Gangsta.
[] I say 'yo'.
[ ] I also say 'fo shizzle'.
[ ] I wear extremely baggy pants.
[ ] Mah chainz hang low.
[ ] I hang with my homies, biotches, and H**'s
[ ] I'm a thug.
[ ] I only listen to rap music.
[ ] 50 Cent is my idol.
[ ] I don't give a frick about school.
[ ] I steal/have stolen before.
[x] I freestyle.
[x] I breakdance.
[ ] Gold chainz is tha way to go, biotch.
[ ] I'm white but I act black.
[ ] All my heroes are dead rappers.
[ ] Tupac is still alive.
[ ] I party with all my ****.
[ ] I wear a sideways baseball cap.
[x] I wear hoodies.
[ ] I wear converse with the tongue flipped out.
Total: 3
Bully.
[ ] I always steal people's lunch money.
[ ] Geeks are afraid of me.
[ ] I get in trouble all the time.
[ ] I steal people's stuff to be an asshole.
[ ] People have called me a bully.
[x] I have beat someone up before.
[ ] I'm always looking for a fight.
[ ] I pick on people smaller than me.
[x] I push people out of the way when I'm walking.
[ ] I've never been in a relationship before.
[x] People are afraid of me.
[x] People know not to mess with me.
[x] I'm bigger than most people my age.
[ ] I pick on people for the fun of it.
[ ] I make fun of everything anyone else likes.
[ ] If anyone crosses my path, they're dead.
[ ] People know not to try and stick up for themselves when I'm around.
[ ] I'm one of the strongest kids in school.
[ ] Even some authority figures are afraid of me.
[x] People get out of my way when I'm walking.
Total: 6
Gamer.
[x] I own at least 2 different video game consoles. (try all of them)
[x] I love Final Fantasy.
[x] DDR & Guitar Hero
[x] I've missed school before because I was trying to beat a video game.
[x] I'm always trying to beat high scores on games.
[x] I even play a lot of computer games.
[x] I play at least 3 hours of video games a day.
[ ] My thumbs are sore often.
[ ] I spend all my money on new video games.
[ ] My boyfriend/girlfriend has to be into video games.
[] All I talk about is video games.
[x] I've been in a video game competition before
[ ] I pay over 30$ a month in online games.
[x] I have bought more than 5 accessories for my console
[x] I know about more than 10 cheats and mods in the game I play most
[x] I have played at least a complete week in the game I like most.
[x] I wouldn't know what to do in an afternoon without electricity.
[ ] My parents often tell the internet is broken or simply disconnect it so I don't spend whole weekends and holidays playing.
[x] I have more than one online account on the same game.
Total: 13
Girly.
[x] I have long hair
[ ] I wear make up everyday.
[] I carry a purse.
[ ] I have to get someone else to come kill a spider or any bug.
[] I paint my nails
[] I use perfume
[] I keep my nails clean/shaped
[x] I shower regularly
[x] I used to or still do Dance, Gymnastics, or Cheer/Pom (gymnastics)
[ ] I like to accessorize
[] I like flowers.
[ ] I don't like to be outdoors
[ ] I'm more like my mother than my father
[] I like hanging out with girls than boys.
[] I like going to the mall/shopping. (And buy books. and candles. and bug lollipops.)
[ ] I watch my weight/ count calories.
[] I plan outfits ahead of time
[] People say I have a soft/sweet voice
[x] I dream about and am already planning my wedding day
[ ] I watch dramatic shows on tv, soap operas, reality TV, etc[Bad Girls Club yo!!]
Total: 4
Boyish
[x] I have short hair.
[x] I hate doing laundry
[x] I like war type video games.
[x] I like playing or watching sports
[x] People say I have a deep voice
[ ] I'm more like my dad than my mom.
[x] I beat up or tease my younger siblings or friends.
[x] I act tough, it doesn't matter what's going on inside me.
[] There's only two emotions
[] I shower only when I start to notice I stink
[ ] I think about the opposite sex a lot.
[x] My room isn't neat.
[ ] I bite my nails instead of using scissors/clippers.
[x] My clothes don't match sometimes, but I don't notice or care
[x] I like to play rough with dogs
[x] I like the movies 300, The Dark Knight
[ ] The best way to get the opposite sex to like you is to act like a jerk.
[ ] I don't read
[x] I don't ask for help even if I need it.
Total: 12
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Shit
Sometimes, I'm not even sure what to think. People grow, and people change. No one is the same as they were when they were a child; no adult is the same as they were when they were a teenager. Sadly, though, many times, people take the wrong road and end up worse off than they were in their younger years. Some become addicted to drugs, alcohol, and even sex; none of which are a good path to..."achieve", per se.
It seems that the older I get, the younger the people who start. I've seen 5th and 6th graders pregnant in this town. Fifth and sixth graders. Eleven year old children. Pregnant. Often with boys or men several years older than them. And you know what? They go and get an abortion because - and I'm not kidding here - they believe it was the "only way to prevent having a child". Fuck no. Condoms and the pill are a hell of a lot cheaper than raising a child; as is the morning after pill. If you think you're running the risk of getting pregnant, use it. It's better than having to pay for a hospital bill or a child.
I am so sick and tired of people using abortion as birth control.
Yes, it can be used as a last-resort type of thing; but you should never use it as your main birth control.
You have cheaper alternatives: use them. Condoms cost 25 cents in many restrooms. Hell, gas stations sell them. You walk in, buy them, walk out. No one knows what you've done.
Even if I'm one of those people who believe that if you lack the maturity to buy condoms at a store, at a register, with a cashier there, then you aren't mature enough to be having sex.
Another thing I see running rampant? "Teenagers" (also known as 11-17-year-olds, in their minds) running around doing drugs. I know it's a 'normal' thing to experiment with drugs. I haven't done it, myself, but I understand that there are people who do so. The thing is, there's a difference between trying it one or two times, and doing it every time you're able to/getting addicted. A major difference.
If you do it? Alright, fine. However, spreading it all over your facebook - where people obviously are able to tell that it's you - is just going to get you into deep shit along the way somewhere. Especially if it's illegal for you to said drugs, be it age, or just lack of legality for drugs. I know so many people who do this, and it pisses me off to no end.
Same goes out to the girls who post naked/half-naked/provocative pictures of themselves on facebook. I do not want to see that shit. Cut it out, it's disgusting.
Eugh.
It seems that the older I get, the younger the people who start. I've seen 5th and 6th graders pregnant in this town. Fifth and sixth graders. Eleven year old children. Pregnant. Often with boys or men several years older than them. And you know what? They go and get an abortion because - and I'm not kidding here - they believe it was the "only way to prevent having a child". Fuck no. Condoms and the pill are a hell of a lot cheaper than raising a child; as is the morning after pill. If you think you're running the risk of getting pregnant, use it. It's better than having to pay for a hospital bill or a child.
I am so sick and tired of people using abortion as birth control.
Yes, it can be used as a last-resort type of thing; but you should never use it as your main birth control.
You have cheaper alternatives: use them. Condoms cost 25 cents in many restrooms. Hell, gas stations sell them. You walk in, buy them, walk out. No one knows what you've done.
Even if I'm one of those people who believe that if you lack the maturity to buy condoms at a store, at a register, with a cashier there, then you aren't mature enough to be having sex.
Another thing I see running rampant? "Teenagers" (also known as 11-17-year-olds, in their minds) running around doing drugs. I know it's a 'normal' thing to experiment with drugs. I haven't done it, myself, but I understand that there are people who do so. The thing is, there's a difference between trying it one or two times, and doing it every time you're able to/getting addicted. A major difference.
If you do it? Alright, fine. However, spreading it all over your facebook - where people obviously are able to tell that it's you - is just going to get you into deep shit along the way somewhere. Especially if it's illegal for you to said drugs, be it age, or just lack of legality for drugs. I know so many people who do this, and it pisses me off to no end.
Same goes out to the girls who post naked/half-naked/provocative pictures of themselves on facebook. I do not want to see that shit. Cut it out, it's disgusting.
Eugh.
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