Thursday, April 6, 2006

Omfgz :x 1000 views! ^_^ Wooooot. Yeah, this is so difficult to type, so this post won't be as long. We just moved. Not far, didn't have to change schools (I said if I had to change schools, I'd move in with Rusty). But yeah. We still have unpacked boxes everywhere, only two computers are hooked up. And this one's on a teeney table maybe... two feet off the ground? The chair I'm sitting on is like 3 feet off the ground. So yeah, reaching down to type. Also, I found my sunglasses. Not the huge ones in the kitty pictures. But I found my old, OLD sunglasses that look uber cool. :3 Then the day after, my friend gave me his new ones that he doesn't like that look almost exactly like mine. >_> Oh well. 2 pairs! :3 Knowing me, I'll lose one. Adios Glynn

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Sunday, March 19, 2006

ANOTHER nickname. I swear, I have like, eighteen. So yeah, one of my weirdo friends was being all "gangster," as he calls it. He called me "G", but I told him there's no G in any of my names, since there isn't. So he put a G in front of my middle name, and out pops "Glynn". ^^ I love that name, I dunno why. I almost signed my painting (Which I FINALLY finished) with it. So yeah. I finished this drawing a while ago, it actually is completely shaded, background and all, but I can't find the CD to install the scanner which somehow got uninstalled. Makes me sad. We got to watch a real child-birth the other day in health class. Okay, not a REAL one, it was on tape, but that made it worse since it zoomed in on the lady's crotch. Twice as many guys in class groaned and looked away as girls, I swear. But it was hilarious when it showed how guys are checked for prostate cancer. ANAL PROBE! -Resounding whimper from every guy in class- Hahaha. I finally finished the 30 note cards we had to finish for a research report for English class. Mythology is actually pretty interesting. I'm doing Persephone, and the myth of the changing seasons. It's kinda cool, if she didn't give us 2 days to do a bibliography, 4 for 30 cards, and 2 more days for the rough draft. HATE Pim. ~Glynn.

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Saturday, February 18, 2006

I swear, my family pisses the fuck out of me sometimes. ...Most of the time. ...Okay, fine, all of the time. Yeah, I know I haven't posted in a long time. Oh well. :( Anyway. Today, there was this huge-ass minivan in front of our car. On the back, there was this huge fucking sticker of a hand. Not just any hand, but one laying down with an arm, and a stake sticking out of its wrist. Yeah, a picture of the crucifixion. Or whatever. But the point was, it was bleeding all down the back window, and it looked disgusting. In big words, it said "BODY PIERCING SAVED MY LIFE." I'm like, wow, what a fucked-up version of Christianity. Seriously, that was gross. There's so much else I could say, so much that I could go on for hours blabbing and whining about my life, my friends, my school... but that would be stupid. You'd all be bored, skip to the bottom and ignore the body of the post, and everything would be the same as it was before. "So c'mon and let's be jolly, Love shouldn't be so melancholy, Let's all celebrate the good times while we can... I beg your pardon? I never promised you a rose garden." ~D.C.

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Saturday, January 21, 2006

Guh... I am getting so frustrated, lately... First off, Rusty got me a WoW account. Well, since I've been yelled at for that too, I guess I should reword it: he payed for one of our old accounts. Suddenly, both my brothers and my father think that because we payed for it BEFORE, we bought it originally, it's their account too. Fuck that shit. I'm just about to change the fucking password, or have Rusty tell them off for not letting my play when I fucking want to. It's not theirs, stop taking my shit. Also, I lost my glasses. Again. It's not really a big deal, because I have my old ones, but my mom's gonna be pissed over it if I don't find them soon. His mom offered to buy me contacts as an 'early birthday present', but honestly, I would slap myself if I ever let someone do that for me. Along with my glasses, I lost MY FUCKING CD CASE. That has all of my CD's in it. Well, the ones I listen to, anyway. Burned and bought. I've turned the house upside-down looking for the case, but I still can't find it. Somebody stole it, I know it. If I find out one of my friends found it and kept it, I will personally murder them. My family is becoming so overbearing lately. "I'm not going to count the time you're out of the house as time you're sharing the computer!" ...Then what is it? You want me to stay home, and bug the shit out of you all day? "I want you home at least two days a week, you're never home." . . . Fuck. You. "You're just avoiding dinner to avoid cleaning up after!" ...No, I'm avoiding dinner to avoid the fights that happen during it every day. You don't trust me to not make a mess eating in my room, so don't expect me to eat with you if I'm just going to end up crying afterwards. My 9-year-old sister tells me of the fights after I get home, trust me on that one. Mm'hm, that one shut her the fuck up. Oh. I'm sorry. Excuse the language. ~D.C.

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Monday, January 2, 2006

I have a story to tell you all.

"In the olden days, before the Roman's came, there was a king in the westlands whose people complained because his queen had given him no son. The king loved his lady, and he told his counselors to give them another year to have a child. And sure enough, before the year was done they had a little daughter. The queen had women to watch by her, but they fell asleep, and while they were all sleeping, the little daughter disappeared! When the women woke up, they were terrified that the king would be angry. Now that same night the queen's hound-bitch had given birth to puppies, so the women took two of the ppuppies and killed them. They smeared blood on the queen's mouth and set the bones beside her, and when the king came, they swore the lady had eaten her own child!"

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Monday, December 26, 2005

Happy holidays, everyone. I realize this is coming up a bit late, but I didn't want to post at 11:45 PM and have nobody read it. I'm actually in a better mood than usual. My day started out okay, the presents really weren't that great at all, but I wasn't expecting them to be. I should be playing World of Warcraft again tomorrow, yeah, I'm getting into it again. Then I'll be getting a book in the mail this week, plus a digital camera over the next few weeks. Yes. Well. That really wasn't the source of my happiness. I got bored during the day, I really did. My dad was sick, my brother went to sleep, and there was nothing to do on the computer. Around 2, we ate a very early dinner (more like lunch), so I could go with Rusty's family out to dinner. I was at his house at 4, and he was asleep. Well, let's say he was an ass-hole about it. He had told me earlier to wake him up when I got there, and I tried non-stop for half an hour until he got pissed at me. While his parents were trying to get us ready to leave to the restaurant. Yeah, well, 5 minutes AFTER we were supposed to LEAVE, he gets up, and tells me that I was supposed to wake him, up, and I should have tried harder. =_= Fucking HATE when people do that to me. Dinner was great, it was a buffet-type where I got to meet some of his family. (( His Nana apparently has these IQ tests, not the crappy online ones, that she's going to let us use whenever we feel like going to her house. ^^ His Nana's cool. )) Well, after dinner, his family had bought gifts for me... (Something I really wasn't expecting.) I had a wonderful afternoon throughout and after that. Most people wouldn't think it was anything special, that it's normal for people to be HAPPY on Christmas, but for me, it really was. I came home smiling today. Not confused, not indifferent, but SMILING. Today's events just keep playing over and over in my head, and I can't help but smile now, too... Merry Christmas, everybody. ~D.C.

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Friday, December 23, 2005

My brother is the biggest fucking IDIOT I've ever known. A couple months ago, our (My, I got a scanner/printer/copier for christmas, and it's MINE) printer stopped working. The cartridge was fucked up, or something. So he went to the store and replaced it (he didn't pay anything) about a week ago, and suddenly thinks the whole thing is his. I didn't really care, considering I didn't use it that often, as long as he didn't fuck it up or make me pay for a cartridge once this runs out. WEEELLLLL... I get on his user and look on his desktop... to find a bunch of scanned images. I don't care if he uses the scanner. But these pictures... Are of a shirt of his. Okay, fine. A sweaty shirt, I can deal with it. Then... his HAND. His disgusting hand that he's been trying to shove in my face after falling off his bike and having huge boils and scabs on it. ON MY FUCKING SCANNER. But the worst of all... A MOTHERFUCKING COOKIE. HE PUT A SUGAR COOKIE ON MY SCANNER, SMUSHED IT IN BETWEEN THE HOOD AND IT, THEN FUCKING SCANNED IT. What... the FUCK... happened to damage his brain that bad? -Sigh- ...I'm calm now. I've been so bored today. I called Rusty and he was asleep, his sister said she'd tell him I called... which I doubt. I'll call him again later. Then called Liz, she's not home. Called Kitty, she's busy/not at home... Jesus, after having to finish ornamenting the tree, plus quick-clean the house for my grandma's visit today, I am so bored. She gave us each an envelope that undoubtedly has money in it, but my dad won't let me open it. At least, not till my mom gets home, who knows when. -Cry- Some good news, though! The construction's finally over. They paved all our streets between yesterday and today, and once the grass grows back and all the trucks leave, the neighborhood will look normal again. ^_^ That's my two cents of the day. ~D.C.

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Sunday, December 18, 2005

Heehee, sugar-rush at 12:11 AM. It's not that OHMYGODI'MSOAWAKE kind of sugar-rush, it's the, er... OHMYGODIFEELLIKEIWANTTOGOJUMPOUTAWINDOWANDDOJUMPINGJACKSANDGODICAN'TCONTROLMYLEGIT'SSHAKINGLIKEADUCK'SASS kind of sugar-rush. Teehee. :3 Anyway, yeah, first time I've been on the computer for more than an hour in a long-ass time. I love winter break. I really needed the break after mid-terms, I think I did pretty fairly, but I won't know until report cards. Oh, god... report cards... ;_; Hmm. I never did finish that sculpture for Art History... major project... and 2-D I kind of, er, didn't do 1/3 projects, finished 1/3, and half-finished the other. God-damn. Hope you all have a good break and christmas. Yes, I'm saying Merry Christmas, not Happy Holidays. >_> Grr. Merry Christmas. <3 ~D.C.

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Saturday, December 10, 2005

Ffffffuuuucccckkkk. I just remembered how much homework I have. 2-page notes for each chapter, on 6 different chapters. 12 pages of questions, then make up my own questions. 3 pages of english questions. 2 pages of math. Make notes for Art History. How's that for a break from school? Good news though, last week of school before winter break. Have 3 half days, where we get to buy breakfast in the morning instead of having lunch ^0^. ..Sigh. Monday/Tuesday, I have to finish my painting project, and my sculpture. I'm supposed to do another billboard, but y'know. I haven't started, and I'll be too busy this weekend to do it. >.> Man, not fun. ~D.C.

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Friday, December 9, 2005

  

Goddamnit, I'm getting sick again. I was almost urged to count how many times I sneezed today; at the very least, it was twenty. Anyway, I made a new friend. Sort-of. He's a complete idiot, and yet he's kind of smart, a pervert, an ass-hole... Jeez, today he explained to us that while he's talking to his friends or some people, he has to TRY not to be an ass. Like, try his hardest. And how he made this guy cry yesterday. <3 But yeah, yesterday at lunch, we went around asking people for their empty soda/water bottles, hell, Matt went into the garbage cans for them. We ended up with eleven (or so) bottles, and stacked them up on the table in all different positions. Then Gabe took pictures. :3 We were going to put one empty bottle on every single table except ours, but y'know... that would have taken like... 19 bottles. :< ~D.C. /sneeze

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