BODY TYPE

August 31, 2011

During my last day of senior year, the school librarian [middle aged, kinda dorky, nice lady, librarian stereotype] told me with a little too much enthusiasm in her voice that she was getting her first tattoo soon. Throughout her life she had never felt that a specific picture could represent her well enough to permanently design on herself. However, after initially seeing my “STAY TRUE,” “No Retreat” and “No Regrets” tattoos and asking me about their origins, she reconsidered the idea of tattoos into representing something she had always appreciated- literature. She said she was planning on getting a Walt Whitman tattoo on her foot within a few days. I think that’s cool, I think I’m cool too. Some things cannot be expressed by anything other than words and I think it’s awesome that so late in life people still change their views on body modifications. Maybe there’s hope for my parents after all.

 

 

<333333 Deze guiz.

Vanishing Act!

August 28, 2011

My computer’s ready to kick the bucket. General opinions tell me I have a nasty virus and the hard drive’s shot and it needs reformatted and other stuff I’m going to attempt doing myself but will probably have to pay someone to do. Anyways, that’s just an explanation of why I won’t be posting on here for a little. I’ll probably have to frequent the library, and facebook is boring lately anyway, so we’ll see. Good night.

Protected: Tried.

August 22, 2011

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Maybe I used to love you, but I was never in love with you; I hope you know I’m MEANING IT. I don’t even like you anymore. But I do miss you and I can’t stop.

This week I’ve been having money problems. Yeah I’m usually whining about being broke, then turning around and blabbing about how I get so much money and flaunting my expensive tastes, but I can honestly say I’m very responible with my finances. I keep track of my bills, rent, and expenses religiously and I take pride in how far I have come from having five cents in the bank every week. But this week there was a screw up with Rosco’s bills getting lost in the mail and I was informed Tuesday that Rosco was “scheduled for cancellation due to nonpayment.” To save him I quickly wrote out a new $125 check and cancelled the old one. Forgetting that my phone bill was due, and my car payment, and I haven’t paid rent in a month, and I have no groceries. So basically I overdrew my account by about $30 and I was in a cranky mood all morning. That was my whole savings, gone. Blabbidy blah blah.

Around 11 a.m. a woman was getting instant tickets out of the machine. After about five minutes in the store, she turned around and handed me a scratched off ticket. I asked, “Do you want me to cash it?” She told me to keep it. So I figured it was trash and  asked, “Should I just throw it out?” And she said, “No, look at it, it’s for you.” I checked it on the scanner. It was a $25 winner. I said there must be a mistake, it was a decent winner. And she just said, “It’s for you” and walked out. People are nice.

Viola.

August 16, 2011

I’m starting Death of a Salesman, due to high praise from a friend of mine. Doesn’t seem like my type of story but I quit the last book I was reading so I hope to be pleasantly surprised. I read a small passage and it was intriguing. *shrug* The small number of remaining friends I have are almost all starting college again within two weeks so I really need to find new social outlets. Oddly I am starting to miss shows. A little bit. I still think most of the scene around Erie is gay. But I need a change of pace and I miss live music.

August 6, 2011

This is the most wonderful thing I have ever read on the internet, and I’m not biased just because I got it from my best friend. Just a glimpse.
Via Madeline Jobczynski:

“I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone
who can be loved. The rest is up to them. I’ve learned that no matter how much I
care, some people just don’t care back. I’ve learned that it takes years to
build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it. I’ve learned that it’s not what
you have in your life, but who you have in your life that counts. I’ve learned
that you can get by on charm for about 15 minutes. After that, you’d better know
something. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to the best others
can do, but to the best you can do. I’ve learned that it’s not what happens to
people that’s important. It’s what they do about it. I’ve learned that no matter
how thin you slice it, there are always two sides. I’ve learned that it’s taking
me a long time to become the person I want to be. I’ve learned that it’s a lot
easier to react than it is to think. I’ve learned that you should always leave
loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them. I’ve learned
that you can keep going long after you think you can’t. I’ve learned that we are
responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. I’ve learned that either you
control your attitude or it controls you. I’ve learned that heroes are the
people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the
consequences. I’ve learned that learning to forgive takes practice. I’ve learned
that there are people who love you dearly, but just don’t know how to show it.
I’ve learned that money is a lousy way of keeping score. I’ve learned that my
best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time. I’ve
learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down will
be the ones to help you get back up. I’ve learned that sometimes when I’m angry
I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.”

What’s good with me, you ask? In no specific order: *ahem* I’ve been thinking nonstop, “I need to get out of this house.” I love my parents and I realize I could be a whole lot worse off, but I’m sick of this place. They treat me like I’m 9, not 19. When I throw fits and complain to them that they treat me like a little kid it just encourages their point. I feel bad because I  am grumpy so often. I don’t think we can get along living in the same house right now, but I’m stuck financially and friend-wise so I don’t see any potential to get a roomie or anything. In other news, the promotion hasn’t been awful, but it hasn’t been stellar. I’m getting more used to it though. I do it all for the dolla billzzzz. I’m thinking about treating Rosco to a whole lot of things when I have more cash, as well as myself. ;] I had a good dream that I trolled that douche who tried to get me fired for telling corporate that I am “a racist.” I might do as such, but I’ll save the details for later. Mwahahahaha.