My life, on tumblr. Probably the most realistic me you can find online. Which means I am NSFW most of the time, offensive other times, and the rest of the time I am just weird.
The problem with having lusted after something like the Cr-48 as much as I did, is that a few months after I got it, I realizes that while the OS made it fantastic, as a laptop it was pretty paltry. So in reality it’s just a depressing laptop because if you install another OS, it removes all the things that made the laptop unique really.
It’s stupid being really bummed out about a laptop that you can’t use in any fashionably useful way for what you do, but still, bleh :(
So yesterday before I went out for my little birthday dinner with my girlfriend, my aunt had stopped by and hung a plastic bag on the door, with a present for me. She didn’t tell me she was going to, which is cool, surprises I can do. In the plastic bag, which mind you, isn’t one of the normal fare from Kroger or the lot, it’s the one you get your newspaper in. Anyway, in the plastic bag were two pieces of paper and what appeared to be some cards wrapped in what appeared to be receipts.
“Cool” I thought, she gave me the receipt for the gift card she got me. How nice.
Me, being me, and this is where this is my fault I suppose, I looked at the cards first, and here is what I saw, in the order I saw it. I saw a Marc’s gift card ( they’re like an outlet store, for groceries, I never shop there mainly because it’s way out of the way, anyway ). A taco Bell giftcard, which is sorta cool, I go there once in a blue moon. And then I saw an American Express giftcard for $100. That is when my heart started racing and I got all giddy, cause fuck yeah a random $100, that will help with my PAX East bus ticket and all sorts of stuff!
So, after geting that sorted, I still hadn’t looked at the receipts yet, mind you, I looked at the two other pieces of paper in the bag. One was just with my name on it, okay, makes sense. The other was this orange piece of paper with what looked like descriptions of what the cards were on it. Here it is, word for word.
American Express only .37¢ sorry
TOCA Bell not sure, but yes $ on it
Marc’s full :) $10.00
Yup. So there went that happy thought. I mean, I should have expected it, but still. Two used gift cards.. well one partially used one ( the Taco Bell one has $15.58 left on it ) and one SEVERELY USED one ( what in the HELL am I going to use $0.37 for? ) and then one my mother is going to buy from me because I never go to Marc’s.
But hey, I got to spend time with my girlfriend last night and saw a movie with her, so there’s that :D
Is how it’s possible to “do it wrong” using a dishwasher, when my mother herself can’t even “do it right”. So no matter what I’d get yelled at. And then she bitches about the kitchen being a mess. It’s a mess because there’s a bunch of shit NOT where it belongs. There’s cases of empty beer bottles in there. There’s two goddamn pazel (sp?) irons ont he countertop that have been there for YEARS. And all sorts of other bullshit. I don’t CARE that it’s a small kitchen. It’s functional if my mother wasn’t a fucking alcoholic and actually did something instead of played facebook games whenever she wasn’t sitting watching TV, or doing her ‘job’ by cutting coupons out to sell online. I get that she does things around the house, sure. But half the shit she does, could be done by me or my dad, if she wasn’t so finicky about EVERY FUCKING DETAIL being exactly how she wants, and not how it needs to be done. It’s not like I am perfect, hell no, but neither is she, and at least I don’t leave a bunch of empty beer bottles in everyone’s way every damn day. And maybe if I didn’t have to WAKE HER UP, because she SLEEPS IN HER COMPTER CHAIR in the ONE AND ONLY pathway from upstairs to anything downstairs because she just HAD to have a bunch of USELESS furniture. Maybe then I’d be less fucking pissed off. Maybe if I didn’t have to dance around piles of crap to get around. I need to move the fuck out.
So for a long time I was under the impression that me moving back was a great burden on my parents. And that I was a financial pain to deal with or something, even if I was working for my dad and most of that was going to bills etc. The other day I calculated my mother’s financial burden just in beer alone. But first let me mention that her drinking also means beer bottles stacked in the kitchen every morning, stacked in boxes stacked in the entryway, she has quite the collection of fifty or so in her bedroom, and another sixty next to her computer and another ten, only ten, in the UPSTAIRS BATHROOM. How much does this cost? Twenty one dollars a day. Sometimes more actually. Roughly seven thousand dollars a year, in beer. I could RENT A HOUSE FOR THAT. Literally. :|
I try to be too nice. Mom was sleeping in her computer chair till 5pm, so I didn’t make lunch until then. And now dad is sleeping on the couch so I am eating canned fruit all late. Both so I don’t wake anyone up or anything. Because our kitchen isn’t in a place to be quiet, when people sleep adjacent to it anyway. I need to eat healthier anyway I guess.
Okay, so, I’m gonna play point-counterpoint if you don’t mind. Also, while you read, feel free to listen to this NES style Doctor Who song. Oh, and most of this is directed at Joe, not you hun~
I just got off the phone with Joe… for the love of Gallifrey he’s such a jerk.
Tomorrow. More specifically. I want breakfast tomorrow at this diner in town. But not only do I have to get up at 5 AM, but I have nobody to go with. I mean, I am hanging out with friends later in the day, hiking in some hills for most of the day, and getting lunch and dinner. So I would not be able to afford both. But it’d be nice to go out to breakfast with someone sometime. Idk. I always get the urge to, the night prior.
I have decided that in order to fuel my urge to write, I should listen to John Green more often. I’d say listen to John and Hank Green, but sadly Hank fuels my inward thoughts more than my outward thoughts. So with that said, I have been keeping a draft, sort of, on my computer of a long “spill-all” of general stuff I wanted to post one day.
Unfortunately that video is still locked away on a dying hard drive sitting to my right. So you’re all going to get a blog about how I am crazy. Sound like a good time? Okay.
You bet! Gogo botching plans at every turn! I’m a fucking superhero at making and keeping plans. Also fuck work.
…Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Today is a very good day. Well, it’s a good day… well it was a day, and I did fun things. I attempted to sleep in, even turned my alarms off- actually, let’s talk about my alarms for a second. You know what is really annoying? When you have five alarms on your phone, and randomly the decide to all be set to 7AM Sunday-Only. granted it doesn’t happen very often, but it’s a reason my phone bugs me. Anyway- I had my alarms off and was ready to sleep in. But of course today was Saturday, so my father woke me up to ask if I can go to the farmer’s market and get stuff. And me being me, I cannot return to sleep if I have awoken to a particular point, and I had gotten there, so I said yes.
But that beside, I did accomplish things today, like finally making the album art for the little side-project album deal me and a friend are working on. And everyone seems to think it’s pretty freaking awesome so far. So I am excited. I wish I could find brutally honest people because I am always paranoid that people are putting up a show to make me feel better. But I also over analyze a lot of things, so there’s that.
Also had a fun conversation on twitter with Tigerlillylolo about vinyls and stuff. I like having those sorts of conversations really. They’re always enjoyable. But what is NOT enjoyable is when I try to load a page on tumblr, and it causes my router/computer/modem/whatever to freak out and kill my internet connection briefly. ESPECIALLY when I am trying to download huge files. Garrrrr.
Also, you know how sometimes you are feeling a bit off, and you don’t know why. But then you do realize why, and it sucks? Yeah, that sucks doesn’t it.