Sunday, July 26, 2009

   oufyre
Question mark mood= meh, headache, right eye is doing weird things.

Thanks for the comment, Kelsey. I'm very glad that work is finished with. Oh yes, very glad. Don't apologize for not coming back to comment, I didn't know you didn't. XD

Well, well, it's been a while indeed. The day after my job ended I got up at 5:00-5:30 and left IN for NY. I said it before and I'll say it again, I am the fiery wind...The Pied Piper. I just do that though. I take off. I'm not here for very long like last summer.

So, what am I doing in NY? That's where The Unsaid Works HQ is. Need a refresher? The Unsaid Works is and incredubly small production/writing for-lack-of-a-better-word company. Five founders, five members, and the first project is a televsion show in the making called EPIC (working title). Being one of the five founders I go over once a year to get caught up and do some face to face work on EPIC. This year things are a bit different because one of our members is currently in Argentina. From there she goes to Uruguay, and she'll be there for 18 months. She was the organized one so I've been busy, but randomly so.

One idea that Bobby (I,myself on here) had was to enter challenges. I still consider myself on hiatus from theOtaku until I watch FMA: Brotherhood in English, but the idea is solid. I'm considering running with it. As long as I don't look at art, comments, wallpapers, cards, or anything else I'll be all set. That means I have to start drawing again. Ugh, drawing. I don't like it. I don't like writing either but I do lots of that, so I can suck it up and draw something.

We played with a few things. Mostly we joked about ships. I'm such a Duscha + Guise sinker. That means nothing to anyone but I now have it in writing. XD Ships are what we do when our heads fry. Just jokes. Ooh, and now there is a Bailey. That's all I'm saying. Just ignore this whole post, haha.

As for my solo projects, they're on hold until I get back to IN. I'm nice and charged with my eastern ways so things will just be better and come faster. Plus, when I'm not typing or getting ready to skip country I can go visit my adorable horse. Yep, I have finally moved him to IN after...three years. I'll have to get pictures.

Ending with Australia, I leave the 16^th of August. I know, it's coming up really fast. I don't think it has even sunk in yet.

See you people around. I need to check my dA before starting up work. I'm playing with fictional raptors (birds). It makes me happy.
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Friday, July 10, 2009

   hkdf
Question mark mood= I got hiccups, tired, excited, eh.

Thanks for the comments. My comment box isn't pulling up though so I can't see who they're from. My guess is Kelsey and Bobby. Geez, Bobby, someone is getting stalkerish. (_{^{Watch that it isn't Bobby.}}) And Kelsey, I left a comment on you dA picture.

I have four days of work left, so I'm going to do a little overview thingy. My job was horrible because we got in trouble for doing it, and the boss was so ungrateful. There you go, now fun stuff.

Second day me, Kurt, and Brandon are driving the Kalamazoo at 40mph. I'm standing on my left foot so when Kurt turns I fly off. I do have a scar from that. Since it's so dark I think it'll go away in a couple years. It's still sensitive at times. You know, for the longest time I was the only person who found this event funny. Kurt finally came around a couple days ago.

July 1^st was so awful. I was in a horrible mood, but I'm talking about the fun stuff so I'll continue with that. After spending all day picking up dead fledglings I find a live one. So, driving away from dock 3 I see a fledgling sitting on the ground. I notice it's watching us drive by, so I jump off and grab it. It promptly bit me, but I didn't flinch because it's a baby robin, not exactly deadly. I hear Brandon, Kurt, and my sister start screaming "Oh sh*t! Oh sh*t!" Kurt, who was driving, bails off the Kalamazoo and bolts. My sister bolts. Brandon grabs a broom. I look up and...Daddy robin is dive-bombing them. Not me, not the person walking the baby to the grass, the people on the cart. I still laugh whenever I think of this. Oh but it gets better. Back inside the building Kurt is still shaken from being attacked. He crashes at full speed into a guard rail. Brandon slams into the trashcan on our Kalamazoo. The trashcan slams into my sister, my sister slams into Kurt, Kurt slams into the handlebars. I'm on the side of the Kalamazoo because the trashcan was there. I go flying off and land right in the engine. Now, this engine is uncovered and very very hot. My sister and Kurt have both been badly burned by it at this point. So, I fly into the engine. I bet this looked cool from a different view. I feel the heat, so I barely touched it if I did at all. I feel the heat, twist around so that I slam against the fence, bounce off, and land on my feet in front of the crashed Kalamazoo. Now I have fallen and been thrown from this thing.

July 2^nd was completely awesome. Brandon wasn't there, so it was only me and the two little kids, but we didn't see our boss the entire day. We stood outside and picked up trash. Why is that awesome? Because Kurt and my sister are idiots. You know the big cement blocks they have in parking lots to separate rows? Kurt crashed the Kalamazoo into one. He had the back wheel off the ground just enough so that it spun in place. Him and my sister instantly "OMG, we need to pick it up! We need to pick up the Kalamazoo!" And me- It weighs 1200lbs. Let's move the cement block. Them "We can't! It's cement! OMG, Jackie's (_{^{our boss}}) going to kill us!" Me- Well, yeah, we're not allowed here. You pick up the Kalamazoo; I'm going to move the cement. Okay, so the cement didn't budge. My sister and Kurt decide to put me on the Kalamazoo and back up, they'll push the front. I tell them to shift it in reverse because I'm terrible at shifting. So my sister shifts it, Kurt checks it, and I get on. I hit the gas, they push, and we back the Kalamazoo up. Victory...almost. Since I was straight I pressed down on the gas after I was off the cement. The Kalamazoo shoots forward and Kurt's reaction was to freeze. Thank God he was standing on a sod pit...which I crashed in. Bad news, a 1200lbs. machine just crashed into sod, and it starts raining. Now it's sinking and we weren't supposed to be over there. This is when me, me, who doesn't typically swear just says "F***!" My sister and Kurt start flipping about Jackie. I move the cement block, which is now under the Kalamazoo, out of the way. The three of us managed to then rock it back onto the asphalt. And we haven't gone back to that area yet. That was absolutely hilarious two seconds after we got out of there. Later that day we almost got locked out of the factory. We drove up a road that ended up going to a main road. When we turned around, because Kurt wouldn't go down the main road even though it would've been fun, the security gate is sliding shut. My sister screams bloody murder and we speed back into the factory.

July 2^nd was awesome because I gave a two week notice in the morning. The rest of the day was crazy fun because I just didn't care anymore.

July 6^th was an explosive day. Something was really messing up my balance. I think it was a cold coming on. But on this day it was just Brandon, me, and my sister working. The very first thing we did was go to the trash compactor. Well, I fell off the Kalamazoo. Not hard, I just got completely covered in black dust, but I did fall off. Now I have fallen twice and been thrown one. But it's not over. Instantly after I fall off, we drive back to our hideout...I fall off again. I stepped backwards thinking I had more Kalamazoo and didn't. Now I've fallen thrice and was thrown once. The third fall caused a few bruises. But the highlight of work was about to come. The three of us were picking up trash outside. It was terribly hot. So, we're driving back inside, we're right in the door, and my sister starts screaming and bails. She takes off. Brandon flips out and bails, and he was the driver. Since we had been near a bird nest I instantly look up but see nothing. And then...flames shoot out the engine, flames as long as a broomstick. Talk about adrenalin. I bolt and me and Brandon just stand there for a second looking at the flames shooting out of the Kalamazoo. My sister is long gone. What she had screamed was "F*** this, it's going to explode." A can of spray paint fell into our engine, because apparently the other side has a hole the right size for cans. So, I go inside with Brandon and we find this guy, Bill. Brandon says "Bill, our Kalamazoo is on fire. A spray can is in the engine, what do we do?" Bill says "Take my Kalamazoo and push it." WTF? Brandon- "No, it's on fire. There's a can of spray paint in the engine." Bill- "Leave it; I'll look at it later." I decide to go find my sister since it is break time. She's casually walking back with a bucket of water. So, I'm walking back with her and I see Brandon talking to a rigger. They go outside. Brandon comes back and tells us the story: Rigger- "Is that your cart?" Brandon- "Yes." Rigger stares at him expecting him to get on and move it. Brandon- "Um...it's on fire." At this point it is not. Rigger- "...It's on fire?" I'm seriously laughing so hard trying to type this. Alright, after a minute I go to the Kalamazoo and pull out the can. The only reason it didn't explode was because there was a small hole in it. My sister then dumps her water on the can. Okay, so we have to walk to break and we're at the other end of the factory. We pass Larry and Tim. They ask why we're walking and start joking around. Brandon tells them what happened and Tim tells us not to tell Jackie. He'll take care of it. Then he tells us a funny story about how he was sitting on the back of a Kalamazoo drinking coffee this one time. His driver falls off and the Kalamazoo goes right by a meeting in progress. All the guys in the meeting then watch this driverless Kalamazoo crash into an I-beam, Tim still drinking coffee. After Tim's story Larry asks us what color the paint was. It was red, so he says- "Yeah, that means hot." So, the toll now is I fell off thrice, thrown once, and almost blown up once.

Probably a result of breathing in so much junk and eating expired yogurts, but my stomach was not happy Tues. Wends. or Thurs. On Wends. I left work at noon only to come back the next day to "OMG, you must be pregnant!" According to Jackie and the other factory workers I am pregnant. Needless to say my father was not happy to hear such rumors. He knows I'm not, but he still doesn't like it. Now the joke with me, Brandon, Kurt, and my sister is that I am. So whenever I'm suppose to pick something up it's always "can't, pregnant, Jackie said so". Sorry uneducated factory people, there is no such thing as human parthenogenesis. So, Thurs. not only did I have to deal with the whole pregnant joke, but I was given the Kalamazoo. I was driving up a ramp from outside after a light shower. Here's a fact, Kalamazoo wheels have no traction. I stopped for a second at the top and the Kalamazoo slides. I start trying to get it to go forward but it dies. It swings sideways and gets lodged. There is no moving it. Now we have one rule and it's you don't tell Jackie. Well, I broke that rule. This thing was lodged sideways in cement. It weighs 1200lbs. I find Jackie, and thankfully Richard, and in my most pathetic desperate voice tell her I lodged the Kalamazoo sideway on the ramp. Richard cracks up and they get us out. I made fun of that situation the rest of the day, so I'm Jackie's favorite. Whoopty, flipping, do. I'm sure she hates all of us now.

So, that's it. The next four days will be rough. Jackie's really angry because the job is almost over. Kurt gave his two weeks’ notice today in a really lighthearted way, so she thinks he's kidding. He's not. Honestly, she's lucky she kept any of us this long.
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Friday, July 3, 2009

   outydc
Thanks for the comments people. I'm a little tired so don't want to ramble on and on replying. If I'm tired why a happy face and not a question mark one? I'll elaborate.

Wens. I worked out on the factory floor because no way was I filing. I hate that with a passion. So, Wens. was the first day all four of us were working together again. Since there hasn't been any work since the auction we were told to sweep out the loading docks. Loading docks are full of dirt and dead fledgelings. So I went and got rid of the dead birds since everyone else was too grossed out/creeped out. Grow the f*** up you guys. Really. Well, we're leaving dock 3 and I see another fledgeling. Then I notice it watching us, so I jump off the kalamazoo (_{^{the thing we ride on that I got tossed from at 40mph}}) and go to move it from the road. It was a little robin and he bit me. But I'm sitting there picking him up, really carefully since it looked like he crashed hard. I hear screaming behind me so I look over. The daddy robin was attacking the other three. Kurt (the driver) bailed out and ran off. My sister jumped off and ran. Brandon grabbed a broom. And I'm just calmly walking over to the grass to get the bird to safety. I was laughing so hard after I left the bird. And I gues because Kurt was all shook up we right after crashed into a guard rail. I flew into the engine but managed to jump aside before I got burned. Kurt and my sister already got bad burns from the engine and I wasn't about to join them.

Thurs. was the most awesome day ever for two reasons. First, Brandon was gone and we had no work what-so-ever. The three of us just went outside and picked up trash near the propane tanks. Then, adrenaline spike for me. Kurt crashed the kalamazoo into a brink thing. Which was hilarious, but then him and my sister decided to put me on the thing to back it up. So they shift it into reverse since I have no idea which gear is which since they're not labeled and I don't drive a stick. I asked Kurt to double check since he drives the most. So he did, I get on and back it up off the brick. Since I was on the brick and straight I hit the gas. The thing shoots forward and Kurt was still standing there with his hands on the front from pushing it. He didn't move. I don't know why his instinct was to freeze, but it was. Lucky us, I crashed into the sod that he was standing on so I didn't kill him. Bad news, a machine that weights over 1000lbs. is now in sod, and it's starting to rain. And we're technically not supposed to be outside. We put it in neutral and the three of us rocked it out of the sod. Then with some twisting and turning, we got it to were we could drive away. This incident tops the bird one now since I didn't kill Kurt and we didn't get caught.

Thrus. after the sod thing we drove out of dock 1. There was a big open gate leading to one of the main roads. Kurt drove us up but chickened out so we turn around. My sister screams and we see the gate is closing. We flip out and speed back into the factory. The security guards were messing with us. But what really made Thurs. awesome was what happened at lunch. After weeks of trying to explain, I finally pull out a calander and point out my leaving date to my dad. He spazzed and went to my supervisor's supervisor and said I just gave notice. Yep, the 16^th is my last day.

Today I worked a half day with just my sister. Well, there was no work so we literally stood around until about 10:45 when our supervisor said we could leave. We were supposed to leave at 11:30. We still get paid for 11:30. I had to drive the kalamazoo. We almost got hit by a picinic table on a fork lift. My sister found a bumper sticker in this area we're not supposed to be in. We taped that on the front. She sent a picture to Kurt and it made his day. See, the bumper sticker was one about marriage being between a guy and girl. Now, I'm not religious but I do believe that. Marriage is about exclusive breeding and gay people can't do that. They can get all the same rights married people do, I don't care about that. But marriage is about breeding. Married couples who don't breed aren't really married. So, Brandon is a flammer and says he's engaged, which I'm confused about because you can't get married in this state and this is where they plan on living. I don't get it, but anyway, he calls his boyfriend his fiance and all that stuff. So we put that sticker on to see how long it takes for him to notice it. If you think I'm being intolerante, well, you haven't had this guy following you around for two months.

And that's it for me. Some fun at work, but mostly I was very very annoyed. I leave that part out. Oh yeah, we drove through a lot of caution tape too. Fun stuff. Two week notice, I'm happy. And to make things more awesome, Migaloo was spotted. They say he'll be going by Cape Byron any day. I wish he'd go by when I was there but it's still awesome.
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Saturday, June 27, 2009

   ucoirxy
Question mark mood= I'm really not sure...hungry, tired, nervous, excited, annoyed, and other stuff probably.

Thanks for the comments, Kelsey and Bobby. I know you guys are driving home right now Bobby, but I was very ammused by the references. I meant to mention that. And no worries, Kelsey, I never get drunk. I don't like the taste enough to get wasted. I just want to be able to deal with it because now it's like this thing I have to over come. In Australia people don't go down to the pub to get wasted, they go for a conversation and casual drink. I just needed to get rid of my vodka before my drunkard younger sister found it.

Well, sad week for all famous people. Three big time guys died. It must be very strange for all these people you grew up with to die like that. Jackson was the same age my father is now, so that's uncomfortable just a bit. I wish people would stop talking about it though. He's dead, they're dead, nothing will change that. There was a very interesting article on the first images of a memory being formed. It got bumped instantly for six/seven stories about Jackson's autopsy. Bumping science for the famous will be the death of our race. Science is all, fame is nothing. Of course I am a scientist but seriously. They have so many new researches proving increduble things but you never hear about it because so-and-so is dating or so-and-so got arrested. Interesting thing about me, I was listening to Smashing Pumpkins while reading all the science articles. So it's all talking about synapses and I'm thinking "interesting, brilliant, great study" while Cherub Rock or whatever song it was was blaring at me. Not the traditional scientist.

So I think I'm going to use my money to bring my horse here and stuff. I have enough for boarding already, from Aug-Dec, but I'll need a little more to pay for a vet and carrier. He needs shots and all this stuff since he's crossing a couple states. We might be in a recession, but no way am I giving up my horse. Not every thirteen year old girl who wishes for a pony manages to go buy one, and I did, so yeah. The whole Pokemon thing hit at just the right time. Haha, selling a single card for five bucks, not too shabby. So, yeah, not the most honest way to get the cash to buy him, but I still did it. I'm hoping to get over there and do all this in Aug, really really early in Aug, possibly in July if we get out of work. Then I can grab my dress for Operation Fake Wedding.

I just completely lost my train of thought. Um, so my best friend leaves for an 18 month mission to Urugway. Wish her luck and safety, and all that. I leave 8/16 and I don't come back until 11/19. I'm so excited but now it's starting to hit me that I'm leaving. I'm going to be in a different country with a group of people I don't know. Phht, I've survived worse.
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Saturday, June 13, 2009

   gyufx
Question mark mood= we are getting a storm tonight my head is splitting! really tired, hungry, not happy but eh.

I obviously can't come over this week. I have to work on my three off days and I have to work tomorrow. I don't get a weekend at all and I'm so annoyed about it. I might be able to come after the job but Cas will be long gone then. I miss Sherman. We talked a lot about him during the Belmont. That would be awesome if you came over here. You could see the house before we got rid of it. (I'm adressing Bobby if others see this because she commented.)

I almost random jumped up to get food. I'm starving. I was at work today so I didn't get to eat as much as I would on a Sat. I work tomorrow too. I'm going to just say I really hate my job and all the people so I don't have to rant. I did that to Cas already. I was so insulted yesterday. Fri. was...well, so I'll talk about that. As to why I was insulted I won't say. You'll either pick up on some of it or not.

I'm working with Brandon because he follows me everywhere. A person gets on the intercom but I don't pay attention because you can never understand them. Right after that he gets a text from his mom tells us not to come up for break. We thought that was weird but assumed corporate was there or something. Two slugs come by and start being sleazy jerks, I hear "blood everywhere" and ask what was going on. A deer, a fawn, had run through an office window. I ran all over the cubicle area before running into the mail room and bleeding to death. That was the announcement on the intercom, that a deer was loose in the factory. So I tell them I'll go up and do the blood. I'll even take care of the deer, who is alive at this point. They say no. My father tells people I'll get nightmares. So, yeah, yesterday a deer died in the building. Poor thing. Can you fingure out the insult I was feeling? My entite past, my present, my future; figure that out. My dad did apologize for saying that after work was over.

So, other work news, I was forced into working today and Sun. And next week I'm supposed to have three days off but instead they moved me up to the offices to file. I refused to work weekends and on my vacation, but my dad is in charge so I was forced. I'm so mad I would hit something but I'm way too tired. I don't get any sort of break until this day next week. When you really don't care about money and hate your job this is nothing short of torture. And Brandon is on my nerves again. He won't stop complaining. I probably had something more to say on him but I ran upstairs to look at the ducklings. So fuzzy.

Oh, I got a dress for Australia. I'll have to get pictures. Not with me wearing it, just of the dress. I hate my picture being taken. I never look like me in my pictures. I come out too pale or just demented looking. But Cas thought it would be funny if I staged a wedding when I was in Oz since my dad is so convinced I'll get married and not come back. So I'm going to have to get my creme dress I got in Cozumel back from her. I can't just go buy a white one for a staged wedding because I'll never wear it again. I don't do white. It gets dirty to easy and is usually see-through. Yeah, no thanks. I'm going to have to keep this in mind so I don't forget it. Finding a guy at the pub willing to pose as my hubby for a couple pictures wil be fun.

And in semi-Oz related news, I'm working on the beer thing. Beer is just so...fremented. Think about it, it's rotten barley. That's nasty. But it would be nice to be able to have a beer and strike up a intelligent/political conversation while I'm abroad, so I had a beer yesterday and one today. The smell, ugh, toothpaste please. They do like talking American politics over there. They have no idea what is actually going on since everything is shoveled in through the media and you know the only source you can really trust is the first one. So I'll have fun educating them on our taxes and stuff. Oh, I'm ticked about the taxes. I actually pay taxes now so now I can be ticked. They take more than a day's pay from me in taxes every week. At the end of the month it adds up to me not getting paid for a whole week. And I really hate my job so that sucks even more. -sigh- And our taxes are going to skyrocket soon too. Yippy.

Alright, since I'm talking about taxes I guess I'm finished. Really though, I'm an anarchist who pays taxes (_{^{because I'm not going to jail for something like that}}), so I'm even more ticked off. But that's all. I know only one person who reads these possbiliy saw the Stanley Cup last night so I won't go on about it. Dudes carrying sticks running on ice on knives, come on people, it's cool.
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Thursday, June 4, 2009

   cgkl
Question mark mood= really tired, not at all happy, starving.

Really long comments you two. No, Kelsey, my sister isn't actually handicapped. She's just an idiot. She graduated from high school and my cousin graduated from college. Big grad year for the family. Yeah, I'm at odds with my family. Life with them is bearable but at this point I will be glad to be rid of them.
Oh yes, Tracy. Okay, I get it. Did you see her Ivy pic? The thing with my sister is she does have potential but she'll never do anything if she doesn't grow up soon. She doesn't notice it either. She thinks she's a screw up so she acts like one, when to me it makes more sense to change that image. Her life. That's the thing with immortality, you can be immortal for the wrong things. Great doesn't really mean "good". Great just means big. I hated philosophy class though so I will stop addressing the issues of my own mortality. And really Bobby, "But spoken "Freedom and Immortalty" sounds more like mental insurance for reckless living." I did use blackjack as my analogy so what does that tell you? You know me. But that's exactly what I'm trying to say, feel alive. How can you feel alive when you can't feel the ends of your fingers? I felt alive just walking through the woods behind your house. People are pathetic and stupid creatures.

Well, well, I'm posting again after just a day? Why would I possibly do that? Take note of my mood, this will be a rant. I do need sleep tonight so I better just get all this out. Typing story will not work in this case.

Lots of moping today but I won't complain about it. Everyone who reads these knows I hate mopping. On the mopping note I will say that when I was doing the squeegee I had to do double the pulling because apparently my sister and Kurt left streaks and Brandon couldn't stand that. So he kept re-mopping, wasting a lot of time because of a little streak. It's a ____ing factory! It doesn't matter! We're just supposed to make sure buyers don't break their necks on oil spills! So most of the day I had to listen to Brandon completely b____ about how those two couldn't mop right. My sister and Kurt kept running off to refill buckets that most likely didn't need changing. And they didn't do a lot of work because they'd walk off talking, so when they did do work don't complain about it. Kurt and my sister got on my nerves so much for most of the day. Remember the bubble life speech? Yeah, allll day in their high school-esque world or who was dating who and who did what last weekend. Brandon kept trying to talk to them but they ignored him. I ignored them but it's just so so very annoying trying to squeegee between them and they just stand there with idiotic looks on their faces laughing. I know they're friends, I know he's been at college for a year, but come on. Everyone that works there that talks to us kept asking me if Kurt was trying to get with my sister. It was that bad. When random co-workers are asking if the two 18 year olds are sleeping together then you know they need to tone it down. Oh man, I was so mad because this one gy was saying all that so I walked off to pretend I was helping Kurt with this one machine. Brandon told me (Brandon follows me everywhere which is really wearing on this loner's nerves) that he didn't stop when I left. He started saying that there was going to be a three way tonight. Okay, first off, three ways just sound sick and really awkward, even more so if one person is your sister. Second, I'm 21. This will sound harsh and vain but, I'm too old and too good for Kurt. Kurt's not bad looking, but he's my sister's friend which means he's too immature to have a conversation without dropping a swear word. Third, those two are 18 and this guy saying this is maybe 30. Grow the f____ up. Where do you get off judging?

Oh, but more about bubbles and why I'm so annoyed. This is a rant. My sister has a very foul mouth to the point she doesn't notice she swears at all. And she talks very much like how most kids her age talk, meaning she says things are gay. So she said that some kid she's friends with was a faggot. Well Brandon found that extremely offensive and told me if she said it one more time he'd report her. ...She was talking to Kurt at the other end of the room. And you know, what nerve to expect me to side with him. My sister is my sister and I'm going to side with her on a lot, especially something like this. Faggot doesn't mean homosexual, it means a bundle of twigs. Gay means happy. She can say those. She says a lot worse things. If Brandon was straight he wouldn't of even thought twice about her saying that. And you know something else, my sister has a friend who is gay and he says things are gay. He calls things faggot. He knows that's just the language. It's a vular dialect, but that is present day English for you. Brandon needs to lighten up. He almost got her fired today because he was complaining about that all day. I think she hates me but I'm still going to defend her. That's what big sisters are for.

Oh and I think now that my sister is here taking all of Kurt's attention I have become my supervisor's favorite. It was always Kurt but now that he's always wandering off with my sister I think it's me. Slag it, I know it is. She flat out said for Brandon and my sister to get new mop water, Kurt to clean out the machine, and me to take a break. That was priceless. I literally watched the other three do their assigned work for ten minutes. At this point I was so fed up with all of them. My supervisor, I can't even describe how much I can't stand her. I'm civil because I'm civil to all I work with. That's why it's called work, because you have to make the environment work.

All week I have been thinking of quitting, and my dad said I could. Today I recieved an e-mail through school offering students home typing jobs that paid between 1000$ and 3000$ a month. Set your own hours and everything. I showed that to my dad and he changed his tune and said I had to stay at this job. One month and I have half of what I could. So, yeah, that's another reason I'm really ticked off. They tell me to think of the money but when a better paying, better hours, better conditions job comes up it's all about sticking it out. You need to do this for your dad. No, I don't. Any debt I had to these people I think I've paid, over and over. People keep acting like this is some lucky oppertunity but it's not. I turned this down. I got forced into it. My grandparents were here and they were surprised too. Last they heard I was going to NY with them. Nope, I'm...what is it my father calls me? Oh yes, a little laborer. I get to do work while my supervisor and co-workers watch. Or while my three main co-workers giggle like idiots on one side and complain on the other.

I'm facing a situation much like the CA one. I hate quitting. I hate giving up. It feels like scum, warm sticky bloody scum, under my nails. When I finally decided I had to leave CA it was because I knew I would've died if I stayed. No joke. I still haven't fully recovered all the weight I lost and my immunity is still pretty shot. I can't see this job endangering my life like that, so I have no means for quitting. I feel like I'm going to completely snap out at any one of these people any day now, but I suppose even that is no grounds for leaving. I'm just so glad tomorrow is friday.

Oh, and if you see this Bobby before I call tomorrow, which I will do I swear, we might be getting a week off really soon. If we do we might make a trip over there so my sister can watch her friends graduate.

Alright, I'm going to end this here. No one has to say anything because this is just a complete rant about my co-workers. I'm still so incredubly frusterated I could cry. I almost threw my laptop against the wall because I couldn't get into the toolbar earlier. I'm that frusterated. ...I'm going to end up throwing bolts at them I just know it.
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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

   blckjck
Three comments is a lot for me. ...And I'm so tired. Argh, Talim, I should've told you on your site in case you don't see this. I work at a closed down auto factory. My job is to clean the whole place so it will sell. It won't sell to anything but a drug lord so they should let me burn it down. I'll even do it for free. And a puffin is an aquatic bird.
Hm, I like Journey, Boston, Cheap Trick, Van Halen (_{^{most old post have me screaming Van Halen}}), Iron Maiden, Def Leppard, Doors, Kansas, Bon Jovi, lots and lots more. I love 80s and 90s rock. Grunge, I love grunge and the early alt. stuff. We played some blackjack today. I kept winning by one and this time it wasn’t even an ace. Only Brandon plays me because Kurt's watched me play for a couple days now and isn't stupid. My sister knows not to play me.
Did you tell me about Butler? I should find her. I want to see these pictures. Yeah, people ask Chris if Batty's spot is a tat. Nope. I assure you that's a real picture. My dolphin title was going to be "Leaping Aquatic Mammal, Batman" but dA wouldn't let me. And last AAAAAHHHHHHH! I hope the EPIC stuff is transferred! I have a lot here if it isn't.

I should stop addressing you people and your comments like that but oh well. I don't care. Find your part and skip the others.

Well, work is terrible but what else is new? My sister had her first day today so I guess that would be new. Only Bobby knows my sister and trying to describe her is impossible. She has this way about her that really makes people wonder what her thought process is. I guess that's the easiest way to explain it. So, I put her with Kurt since they're friends. There was a few awkward minutes when people were trying to decide who would sweep and who would mop. Mopping is the worst because it's oil or grease, and it was on the inside of the assembly line we worked today. The first thing I said was, 'I am not mopping today or I'm gone'. So I automatically was put on sweep. Kurt's strongest so he got mopping. Brandon likes mopping and mopping is hardest, so people weren't sure what to do. I said that my sister was mopping with Kurt. So she mopped and I swept. I found this disgusting area of greasy oily sludge. I skipped it because you can't sweep it. I swept smaller piles like that and my broom started bleeding oil. But after awhile our supervisor got mad, because she does that a lot, so stuck my sister with me. She told my sister to sweep where I swept, so there was nothing there. So she's walking around flinging a broom around her head. After awhile my supervisor came over and by this time my sister had found a squeegee. So I was talking to my supervisor and she has this look on her face like she's never seen anything like what she was seeing before in the world. I look and my sister is trying to squeegee the sludge. My supervisor very slowly looks at me and asks "Did you tell her how we do that?" Very plainly "No." Basically you mop sludge. Brandon got to do that. Kurt said we should tell our supervisor my sister is a little retarded and see what happens with that. Oh, but the funniest thing was as we were leaving I asked my sister if she had her pass card. She said yes so we went to the car. We get there and she needs to get her phone. So as I'm starting the car she comes back and informs me the door is locked. I told her that's why we have pass cards and that you swipe the card to get in. Well, swipe is the general word. Really you just tap it on the pad. But I pull around and she's swiping her card in the side of the door...the door is not the pad. I'm laughing so hard I'm bent over and crying. She finally figures it out and goes it.

Seriously, I hate this job so much I might not go back after our three day weekend. It's not worth the pay, honestly I'd have more fun in New Zealand without money, and you wake up every morning praying that you break your leg getting out of bed.

Enough about that. My sister graduated from high school on Sunday. The boyfriend she surprised us with graduated last night. Now my dad is flipping out that they'll go to the same college and get married. I normally would just stay out of all this. She's 18; I don't have to babysit her. I don't even talk to her. I'm getting dragged into this because my parents never had to go through the whole boyfriend thing with me. Dating is the step before marriage and I wasn't getting married anytime soon at 14-19. But now I have confirmed what I've always known...don't tell them you have a boyfriend and life with them or around them will be easy. I've already flat out told both of them that they'll meet my boyfriend after he's my husband, maybe a few years after. My parents just have that whole "letting go" thing. Very annoying. I'm 21; you lost me almost 11 years ago. Wake up.

And those are my rants. I hate work. I kind of hate my parents. My sister annoys me but is good for laughs. Something else that annoys me, very quickly before I forget, is how no one plays me in blackjack. Kurt and my sister are in their bubble world. They really got on my nerves today. Me and my sister get along, I guess, but I'm a rational realist and she's a childish idealist. She thinks, and Kurt too, that life is what they're doing. To them life is all this party with drunken moments of peeing on peoples' cars and eating insane amounts of nasty foods because you're too wasted to have control of yourself. Brandon's not much better. He hides behind the gay thing. He’s the most awesome person in the world because he’s gay. Gays will rule the world, blah blah blah. I hate to break this to them, but life is not a lucid moment of rainbows and fairies with the resulting hangover. That's trying to run and hide from life. You want a life? Work at one.

All humans are created equal. We are born with the ability to become what we wish. All humans die and we do not die equally. My life as it stands is worth more than the life of the acid tripper rummaging in the garbage. In response, the life of a child is worth more than mine because the child has a broader range to become anything it wishes, to do something great. Immortality is no myth, people just aren't thinking about it correctly. Ludwig von Beethoven is immortal. Julius Caesar is immortal. Lincoln, MLK, Washington, Henry VIII, all of them are long dead but immortal. They did something with their lives. They didn't waste their time hiding in bubbles. Immortality, that's my goal. I do not waste time in bubble life because I enjoy living a real life. Life is my goal. Freedom and immortality.

And what does this have to do with blackjack? Blackjack requires a certain amount of luck but also strategy and probability. Kurt and Brandon tried explaining this to me because I said I like blackjack because the hand is quick. So these teenagers are lecturing me about is. -pause- ... -pause- I know, my brain just goes that fast. No bubble life to mess me up. It's amazing the things a person can do with focus and nerve. Blackjack is like life, bubble people might not hit a twenty but I do if I see an opening. That's why half the time I win by an ace.
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Saturday, May 30, 2009

   ktrsi
Question mark mood= my stomach hurts (too many donuts), tired, bored.

Thanks for the comments Kelsey and Bobby. Bobby, I say it again- shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Hey, did you ever meet my cousin? I know Cas met her. Oh yeah, and you know my e-mail I use for the business? Give that to Cas. I check that one a little more. It's shorter to type in. My cell is dead and my parents'/siblings' computer died so thy've been using mine. So I haven't been on. Because they're stupid. And I have no idea if I'm going over still. I did the math and I might be leaving in early Sept. If so I'll see about driving over.
I guess not all fish are cheap, I was speaking in broad terms. You can buy good bettas for about 50$ but no way would I ever pay that much. Black bettas were 100$ a couple years ago. Now I have one an only paid about 4$. Saeran's so pretty. Haha, I know, I kept trying it. I discvered my taste is expensive, like with food. I think eating is more important so I'll focus on that. We don't need alchol to live, we need food. It's okay you didn't make anything, Kelsey. We don't buy me gifts or really celebrate my birthday. ...Celebrate my sister's and brother's though....

I'm listening to classic rock today instead of my grunge stuff. That's because I'm revising Caleb's backstory so I can post it on dA. I love Caleb. And all of Epic. I forget how much I love it until I look at it again. Kind of like classic rock. I forget how much I enjoy it until I hear it again. The Offspring is awesome, but they're not Journey.

Well, as I said when addressing Bobby above, the desktop computer everyone in the house uses has crashed. Instead of buying a new one everyone has decided to use my laptop. So it also will crash. I rarely get to touch my laptop now even though it is mine. Oh yeah, and Bobby, you guys have my home number. I don't use my cell phone so just call my home number. Since I can't take my cell to work I haven't bothered charging it. What's the point if I can't take it with me when I leave the house?

So, I hate my job but you all know that. I clean an area and right after people come and rip something out. So oil and stuff all over the place. I'm to the point where I might burn the place down. It would be really easy to make it look like an accident since everyone working there smokes around the magnesium and oil. The other day the three of us hid from the supervisor in a "cage". We found a deck of cards and some old packets of iced tea and koolaide. The boys took the koolaide and I took the much stronger nastier iced tea. My tongue turned black. Yesterday we played a lot of blackjack with the cards. I mostly won because blackjack is my game. I tried playing spit, which here is called speed, but I was playing with one hand since I was eating. Lost by one. Playing against Bobby is to attribute to that. They're much slower. Let's see...I found a golf trophy, pictures of gradkids, and a few awards. Brandon found the cards and iced tea. Kurt found Playboys and a picture of someone's fat wife half naked. He laughed so hard at that picture I thought he was going to hyperventilate.

That's it as far as work. I already said I was working on Caleb's backstory revision. I did a little Trio revision yesterday. That one is really hard since it is mostly just dialogue and you really need to be in the right mood. The right mood is usually Sunday around 3:00 when I'm going to bed. Of course I've been doing my MI revisions. That's so hard now that I work and don't get my laptop a lot. It took two weeks for one chapter when it should take a day, maybe two.

I think that's all I have. Wait! Pictures:


Baltimore Skyline by ~Bella-Dean on deviantART
Just a picture of Baltimore I took from some building.


Batty's Spade by ~Bella-Dean on deviantART
My cousin and her boyfriend/fiance have a yellow lab how is almost all white...except for this spot.


Lilly by ~Bella-Dean on deviantART
My cousin's French Bulldog. She's an adult, not a puppy.


Sloth by ~Bella-Dean on deviantART
There's actually a sloth in there. These are not very easy to get pictures of.


Puffin by ~Bella-Dean on deviantART
My camera was dead for this picture. I love puffins.


Lizard by ~Bella-Dean on deviantART
I used to know the name of this lizard. I think it's a veiled lizard.


Leaping Aquatic Mammal by ~Bella-Dean on deviantART
My camera was dead here too so this really was a lucky shot. I go to an aquarium and show you pictures of lizards and sloths.
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Sunday, May 24, 2009

   21
Thanks for the comment Kelsey, Bobby, and Talim. I'm sorry to hear about your recent fishy deaths, Kelsey. Parasites are nasty. Forsa either died of old age or some degenrative genetic illness involving her gills. Bettas, and other fish from Petsmart, are all bred in these huge "fish mills" in Arizona so they can have weird problems. She was about a year and a half old so that's not too shabby.
Haha, I know, Talim, I talk about my fish like they're fuzzies. Fish are cheap pets so I can get a lot at a time. I'm not allowed a puppy until I get all my traveling out of the way. Australia/New Zealand in the fall, possibly Japan next summer. I do talk about my two dogs and cat a bit. My cat thinks she's a dog. She's my puppy replacement. I work at a factory that shut down. My job it to clean it up. Lots of mopping grease (which doesn't mop but no one listens to me). I like Komono Dragons. They're my favorite scaly.
I told you I was going to Baltimore, Boby. You need to pay attention. I said I might go for my cousin's graduation. My parents favor my cousin so you should've assumed that might was a positive. Oh, and shut up!
...Can anyone else tell me and Bobby know each other in real life? Nine years now. Man, you we little when we met.

Okay, so I got back from Baltimore last night. I went because my cousin was graduating from Johns Hopkins nursing school. Be impressed, be very impressed. She had one-upped me until I got back into the science stuff. Now I'm going off to Australia to study. Take that my cousin! We're a competitive family.

We got in Wens. and her boyfriend/fiance picked up me and my dad. We stopped at a liquor store to get some stuff. Then it was to their new house. So I was taking sips of beer and white wine. All of it tasted nasty so just the sips. My throat was still sore too. I think that's all we did on Wens. I think it was just everyone sitting around talking about the new house and my cousin graduating. Oh, me and her did go out to get an air bed for my dad. I talked her out of the one with the pump because it was more money. So when we got back to her place there was this whole thing about not being able to blow up the bed. But she already had a pump so it worked out. In all Wens. was kind of blah.

Thurs. was graduation day. Bloody Marys in the morning. Hated that so just had two sips. Spicy tomato juice and vodka, no thanks. Most of the morning was just getting ready for the graduation. I threw up but not because of the Blood Mary. I took a zinc tablet without knowing you were supposed to have a full stomach. So right when i woke up I took it, started drinking some disgusting coffee, and bam. I run upstairs, bathroom is full. Run downstairs and barf. My cousin the nurse heard this and said 'what the *beep* is that!'. It was funny. So, no more zinc.

I don't really have a dress so I wore nice black pants. Then I realised the top I brought along to go with them was also black. So I was dressed in all black but I can do that and not look emo or goth because of my naturally darker skin. I put on some dark gray eyeliner to match the gray in my awesome shoes I'll have to show all of you someday. Very '30s gangter. My aunt was putting on base so I asked what she was doing. In a second she was brushing all this power all over me. Well, I guess no one told her that I have mixed skin tones. So it was two light bases and a bronzer in the end. It was kind of funny. She's just like 'I don't understand. It's not working right'. Um, duh.

The graduation was very long and most of the speakers sucked. They did the "guilt trip" speeches instead of trying to make the new nurses feel good. Awful. My cousin's boyfriend/fiance was playing a game on his phone through some of it because he was just getting fruserated with it. My throat was still sore so I couldn't scream with him or my dad when my cousin got her degree. I did stand though.

After the graduation we when to this restaurant that I declare the best, Fogo de Chao. I'm so excited because driving home from the local airport I saw an add for one. They got one here now. But this restaurant was amazing and if you like meat I suggest you find one in your area. I couldn't eat as much as I normally could because of my stupid throat. But I still enjoyed it. The waiter wouldn't leave me alone until I accepted some white wine my cousin ordered. It actually wasn't bad, but very expensive. My tastes would be costly. He carded my cousin even though she ordered it, didn't card me. Which was good because I was still underage. I think we just went home after that. Traffic was a nightmare.

Fri. was my birthday. Everyone kept hanging off of me shouting '21'. I went to lunch with my cousin, aunt, and dad. Raw oysters, maui maui, raw tuna, and a Long Island Iced Tea. I didn't get carded, my cousin did. I showed my ID anyway because, darn it, I wanted to get carded! The iced tea had too much gin so I only drank a little of it. I just don't like the taste of alchol. We went to the aquarium after. My camera died during the dolphin show but I did get pictures. They had an Australia exhibit so that was neat. We stayed until it got crowded. My family isn't into crowds. Then we when to a bar you could bring dogs to. It was really for my cousin's graduation, but me and my dad went. I hung out with the new nurses and my dad hung out with the boys. My cousin brought her two dogs and her friend brought their dog. I got a bit dizzy after 4oz of beer, a shot of something terrible, and one and a half shots of vodka. So I was done because I'm not one to get wasted. I drank six glasses of water too to prevent an alchol related headache in the morning. And because water tastes better. After this we went back to the house. I was completely fine after about half an hour of just sitting there. My dad and cousin's boyfriend/fiance talked marriage and kids. My cousin added a couple things but mostly rolled her eyes. I basicly just listened because marriage and kids are not my territory.

Yesterday we just laid around the house. My cousin's boyfriend/fiance had to work. The reason for the / is because they say they'll get married next year, and they looked at rings, but my cousin doesn't have a ring yet. So they're sort of engaged. They've been together for a long time. I think they've lived together off and on for four years. And off and on because they went to different schools at times so had different roommates, not because they didn't like each other. So, my cousin drove me, my dad, and my aunt to the airport in her mini since he was working. After I got in I went out to Olive Garden with my mom. I tried ordering a glass of red wine but had no idea what I was doing so had her pick one. It wasn't bad but on the plane I my ears got stuffed because of the pressure and my cold, so I was getting a slight headache. My ears still haven't popped actually. Drinking wine with a headache isn't fun. With red wine I know my limit is two glasses, I had almost a glass and felt dizzy. So no more wine. Then it was home, watched the end of Batman Beyond, and went to bed.

So, what is my conclusion about this whole 21 thing? I don't like the taste of alchol but I like the freedom of being allowed to order a beer if I'm watching football or taking part in a public toast...not that any of that really matters since people have been asking what wine I wanted or recommending martinis since I was 15. I think I finally look my age.
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Thanks for the comment, Kelsey. How did I realise Brandon was gay? How could I not to put it mildly. I'm not so tough, just tougher than I look. You've seem what I look like so you can image people's (especially guys') surprise when I shrug off things like that.

Forsa
Forsa died today. Really fuzzy picture and she's already doing badly in it so she looks pink instead of white. She was so cute when she was little. She's in a clean 10gal tank here with a filter to help her breathing.

I leave for Baltimore tomorrow. I'm so excited because I haven't been since I was 4. And I miss work, double bonus. I hate work. Really really hate it. Kurt got me sick, maybe. My throat hurts but I choked today so I'll blame that. Stupid Kurt and his cold. And Brandon complains a lot. It's annoying. But these are my co-workers so I must stay civil.

Komodo Dragon article

Other than how much I hate work I don't think I have a lot to say. Well, I got...interesting things happening with friends. I decided to just step back and let them go at it. I have no idea what they're thinking or where they're coming from so it is offically none of my business.

...I saw Wolverine two weeks ago. I really do enjoy Hugh Jackman's acting. I won't say more just in case you guys didn't see it. I also watched the Star Trek movie last weekend. I went with my parents who knew way more about Star Trek than I thought. I know nothing, haha. I won't say anything about it either except (and I know if Bobby sees this she'll hold it over my head for years) Kirk was cute. He was cute and yet somehow tough...or maybe that was that one scene flowing over into the rest of the movie.

Marcus
My Marcus. I love that name. I bought him either at the end of Jan. or start of Feb. ...possibly in March. It took me a while after Mikhail met his tragic end in Dec.

Neon
My little brother's new betta.

Saeran
And this is my new boy. I got him yesterday. I first thought that he might make a good mate for Forsa but he's more aggessive so I never put him in with her.

Lucilius
My guppy line is really inbred so I bought four male guppies to bring back genetic variation. This is Lucilius, his name means light.

Vanhi
Vanhi got his name because his tail looks like flames.

Agu
Agu means leopard.

Bien
Bien is the black and red one in he picture.

Okay, I think I'm done fooling around. I'm really tired and my throat is being suckish.
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