a real *gasp* update... ntac
My brother stole my keyboard.
I will miss you, beloved keyboard...
I just realized that my journal is mainly comprised of random crap and dog pictures that no one cares to see. That fact made me smile like hell. I like it that way. :D <--- kinda like that one. But, seeing as I have added some new people to my list and reinvigorated some old ones, I should like that they see more interesting things such as me pretending that I have a life and that I am indeed a person outside of using my co-inhabitants as identifying features. Anyhow, as for the update that no one really needs, here it is. Not that you were wondering, but Florida is full of shit and I really, really don't like it here. It's so hot you can cook eggs on the hood of your car, as my brother proved early this afternoon. There are people here that I don't want to be around, and everything that ever could need repairs has decided to do so RIGHTNOW. Our pool keeps fucking itself and turning the filter green, my car thought it would be funny to make it so the AC breaks (we'll be driving the mazda a lot now?) at random and rust comes and clings to the roof with ugly rusty clingyness. My dog (who keeps mooing at me) is busy biting people she doesn't know, hurricanes are poking my neighborhood with sharp wedges of cheese, I can't get a job becaue the theater went out of business and they were my only reference that didn't move to Australia, thank you all parents of autistic children. (I AM OFF TO APPLY AT EB GAMES! at 1:30 in the morning? of course, why not!) I can't seem to arrange cello, violin OR piano lessons in this town and there's not one female gamer in this entire state (or so it seems). I wish I could lend a more positive note to my update, but things really do seem that grim.
But, I'll try. I got contacts, so I can see now, without the FL heat fogging up my glasses (any other four-eyes in the south have that problem?) and they feel rather nifty. The switch was easy with very little irritation. (just a bit of redness and it looks like someone poked me in the eye, see picture here.) And college is starting to be okay. I'm still not comfortable with the whole live-by-yourself-with-people thing, but I guess I'll get used to it. This is like no other dorm I've been to. I mean, it's really, really nice and things are clean (coughsantaclaraunicough!) but I would have prefered DigiPen over this. I still wear my DP t-shirt and the guys at EB Games are like "NOWAY HAHA" and I sulk at having been accepted and not allowed to go. But, I've been trying to be (relatively) grateful for the things that I have been given. Like this house that is plentiful when it comes to ghosts.
Would you like to hear about our ghosts? Of course you wouldn't. So here. I had my bed halfway in my closet so that I was sleeping in my closet - things were great when I had it in there, I slept all the way through the night and things were peaceful. But then, I moved my bed on the wall with no windows and between my bookshelves. Well, the first night I slept there, the dog wouldn't get on the bed and kept staring at me weird. Then, I tossed and turned all night and kept hearing some woman urging someone to "leave her alone, leave her alone" which is just NOT COOL, no matter which way you listen. Things simmered down after about a week of my bed being in the same place, but someone keeps fucking taking all of my clothes out of the dressers and stacking them on my short table. UNCOOL. It's not my mom, she's not a freak like that. It's just... so... weird...ish. So a few days ago, I lit the room almost to the burning point filled with giant candles and such and laid with my ear to the floor and listened. One of the things I heard was snakes and someone saying "GARBAGE DAY!" So, as you can probably tell (and you can if you know me), I am honestly hoping that I don't wake up without a head one of these days. Bus Ford's ghost usually follows me from house to house so that he can take my 5$ bills and hide them in the bathrooms somewhere, but this is downright creepy. Mom says there are nothing but "good feelings" in my room, but if that's so, then why would they need to be told to leave me alone? And what the hell, garbage day isn't until tuesday.
I can't wait for the mail to come. Does anyone else's mail come after 4pm? (Or does our mailman get kidnapped on a daily basis?) It sucks to walk to the mailbox every day because it's like a bzillion mile hike, damn mansion! THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED.
Crackheaded friend says I should do a phone post so that people can hear my "awesome" accent. I have no clue what he's talking about?
I will miss you, beloved keyboard...
I just realized that my journal is mainly comprised of random crap and dog pictures that no one cares to see. That fact made me smile like hell. I like it that way. :D <--- kinda like that one. But, seeing as I have added some new people to my list and reinvigorated some old ones, I should like that they see more interesting things such as me pretending that I have a life and that I am indeed a person outside of using my co-inhabitants as identifying features. Anyhow, as for the update that no one really needs, here it is. Not that you were wondering, but Florida is full of shit and I really, really don't like it here. It's so hot you can cook eggs on the hood of your car, as my brother proved early this afternoon. There are people here that I don't want to be around, and everything that ever could need repairs has decided to do so RIGHTNOW. Our pool keeps fucking itself and turning the filter green, my car thought it would be funny to make it so the AC breaks (we'll be driving the mazda a lot now?) at random and rust comes and clings to the roof with ugly rusty clingyness. My dog (who keeps mooing at me) is busy biting people she doesn't know, hurricanes are poking my neighborhood with sharp wedges of cheese, I can't get a job becaue the theater went out of business and they were my only reference that didn't move to Australia, thank you all parents of autistic children. (I AM OFF TO APPLY AT EB GAMES! at 1:30 in the morning? of course, why not!) I can't seem to arrange cello, violin OR piano lessons in this town and there's not one female gamer in this entire state (or so it seems). I wish I could lend a more positive note to my update, but things really do seem that grim.
But, I'll try. I got contacts, so I can see now, without the FL heat fogging up my glasses (any other four-eyes in the south have that problem?) and they feel rather nifty. The switch was easy with very little irritation. (just a bit of redness and it looks like someone poked me in the eye, see picture here.) And college is starting to be okay. I'm still not comfortable with the whole live-by-yourself-with-people thing, but I guess I'll get used to it. This is like no other dorm I've been to. I mean, it's really, really nice and things are clean (coughsantaclaraunicough!) but I would have prefered DigiPen over this. I still wear my DP t-shirt and the guys at EB Games are like "NOWAY HAHA" and I sulk at having been accepted and not allowed to go. But, I've been trying to be (relatively) grateful for the things that I have been given. Like this house that is plentiful when it comes to ghosts.
Would you like to hear about our ghosts? Of course you wouldn't. So here. I had my bed halfway in my closet so that I was sleeping in my closet - things were great when I had it in there, I slept all the way through the night and things were peaceful. But then, I moved my bed on the wall with no windows and between my bookshelves. Well, the first night I slept there, the dog wouldn't get on the bed and kept staring at me weird. Then, I tossed and turned all night and kept hearing some woman urging someone to "leave her alone, leave her alone" which is just NOT COOL, no matter which way you listen. Things simmered down after about a week of my bed being in the same place, but someone keeps fucking taking all of my clothes out of the dressers and stacking them on my short table. UNCOOL. It's not my mom, she's not a freak like that. It's just... so... weird...ish. So a few days ago, I lit the room almost to the burning point filled with giant candles and such and laid with my ear to the floor and listened. One of the things I heard was snakes and someone saying "GARBAGE DAY!" So, as you can probably tell (and you can if you know me), I am honestly hoping that I don't wake up without a head one of these days. Bus Ford's ghost usually follows me from house to house so that he can take my 5$ bills and hide them in the bathrooms somewhere, but this is downright creepy. Mom says there are nothing but "good feelings" in my room, but if that's so, then why would they need to be told to leave me alone? And what the hell, garbage day isn't until tuesday.
I can't wait for the mail to come. Does anyone else's mail come after 4pm? (Or does our mailman get kidnapped on a daily basis?) It sucks to walk to the mailbox every day because it's like a bzillion mile hike, damn mansion! THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED.
Crackheaded friend says I should do a phone post so that people can hear my "awesome" accent. I have no clue what he's talking about?