Working hard. . . Hardly working or Hardly writing?
I had had to put my writing aside for the last two weeks due to painting and cleaning. I am so behind in my writing novel and getting other stories on the computer. I am also behind in my penpal writing for almost a month now, and this week I have to work on that. I am also behind on 101 to-do list for 2010. http://rebekah1213.livejournal.com/81928.html
The good news is that the apartment is so clean that I could invite my family over and I wouldn’t be ashamed. The floors are cream, the walls are white (not our choice), and things are mostly in their right place. It’s nice not to have to deal with the constant picking up things on the floor.
Tom was supposed to have an inspection on the apartment and they would have been able to get to the stove, fridge, sinks, toilet, tubs, heater, main power box, all of the windows and A/C. However as I reread the memo, I noticed that the inspection are completely random and inspections start to tomorrow, but people can come as late as Aug 3rd. So we have to keep our apartment clean and be on our toes, because I don’t like when the people who own the apartment inspect things. . . they get too rude and picky.
I am also pissed that a friend of our went ghost hunting without us. He had called us the night before with some message consisting of noise and horrible singing instead of telling us him and his girlfriend were going ghost hunting. The last night we went was February of 2009, and froze my feet off. Actually we haven't hung out with him since idea of good time is 12 pack and a trailer in the middle of BFE. Great way to start a horror movie. . . I am not one to camp with drunken morons. What is going on with our friends only coming around when they want something? (Are there any giving, local, fun, people that want to be our friends?)
I was supposed to see my mom yesterday, but things fell through, mostly it was a money issue. I helped my mom out earlier this month as I thought we were getting more money from my father for painting. However after pizza and a few extra desserts Tom and I found that we broken even. . . grrr. I wanted extra money for his cloak, but now I have budget that money out of August budget.
I know 9 times out of 10 my birthday gets fucked up, because it is so close to Christmas, but I thought maybe I could make Tom’s birthday awesome. He is turning the big 3-0 and I am making him a 5 layered cake, and hopefully a cloak. I know wanted to go to the Renaissance Faire, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. I feel bad, because it was supposed to work out that Tom could have a birth-week . . . not just a birthday. Grrrr.
Anyway last night Tom’s brother called and his girlfriend and his twin daughters are coming home on Thursday and they are having a huge party on Friday night at Tom’s mother’s house. We haven’t been there since Tom’s dad’s funeral when Tom’s mother blew up, Tom rebuttal, and his mother kicked him out of her house. http://rebekah1213.livejournal.com/97411.html
I am not looking forward to Friday, apart of me wants to leave Tom just go, but then I wouldn’t the supportive girlfriend, but I also do not want to even live in the same city as Tom’s bitch of a mother. All she does is complain and yell at everyone even with a bunch of weed in her system.
Tom said he is going for his brother and his nieces. The thing is they were born about 8 week early, because of development complications. They were on ventilators for the first few weeks of their lives as their lungs developed more. The interesting thing that he brother said was he wanted us to buy premium diapers. . . that made me freak out and laugh. First of all, the twins will go through an average of 10-20 diapers a day. The new born cycle is eat, sleep, poop etc. . . so there is no need for premium diapers when you’ll probably go through a few boxes a week. I grew up taking care of my brothers and they went through diapers so fast that you just want something to cover their bottoms before they exploded again. LOL
We decided stuff animals would be cuter and better for the twins, not something they will use within a week. I also thin diapers are something the parents need to buy as some people are picky on what brand you get.
My mom is still driving me crazy. . . Now she didn’t make enough money weekly when she worked to be qualified for unemployment. The truth is if she had put as much determination, focus, and effort into finding a job as she had complaining about the unemployment, she would have jobs lined up.
My mom is supposed to babysit Friday for a friend of my brother’s, but she is afraid to mention getting paid. The same guy called me and left a message on voice mail that he would pay me, unfortunately I really can’t stand him or his parents or I would have taken the job. Actually my mom needs the money more than I do, but she is afraid to ask for it. His parents are taking him and his wife to see “Phantom of the Opera” (That pissed me off, because I have wanted to see that since high school, but could never afford the tickets, and this the last tour ever.) Hopefully, mom will get some kind of money, especially since I had to message the friend in facebook to call mom, because she couldn’t get through to his cell. (I also mentioned she needed to discuss details like times and payment.)
I want to just put applications in for my mom, but she won’t learn anything and besides she usually ruins the interviews and/or personality questionnaires . . . I am not promoting to lie, but fill out the questionnaires as you are happy, stable, people person who only dream is to get promotions and make as much money for the company . . . in reality it’s I can’t stand most people, I want to sleep in, and still make a decent paycheck, but companies don’t want to hear that. I guess she needs to do things on her own. (I need to focus on my writings anyway.)
This week, this month, this year just has not gone anything near what I have wanted. . . I also feel the more Tom and I help out anyone, the more we have gotten burned. I’m sick of learning from really bad, and stressful situations, I want, I mean really want things to go smoothly and to benefit us for a change.
I know Psychics are a dime a dozen (especially online psychics), and the chances are about one out of every gross (12X12=144, 1 out 144) are actually genuine. They always strike my curiosity. . . I want to know if they know about me or could tell me if writing is for me or if I will ever win big on the lottery or I am just dreaming and wasting time. I got to my Tarot cards, but if I am frustrated, upset, depressed or angry, I don’t get a clear read.
I got this psychic called Tara in my e-mail the other day. . . I knew it was junk mail, but it said free reading and who I am to pass up on a free reading. I click on her site, fill in my birth date, time of birth and location just like I always do for a reading and then got a letter back saying my reading will be posted within 48 hours later.
I got at least a 3 page reading saying as of August 17th (Tom’s birthday) that I will have a 3 month period of good luck and prosperity. She also said I was going to have a windfall in money. (She said she had a dream where I was holding a lottery ticket as the person on TV called the winning numbers, my winning numbers. The weird part is I have had that dream myself, but I don’t remember what the numbers were it was as if the dream was muted.) My lucky numbers are 9, 23, and 14. (It’s interesting Tom and I have been playing 7, 24, and 13).
However she is saying that someone or some entity wants me to fail and is trying to push me in misery and depression. She said I have to be positive in order for my luck to work. . . the thing is I understand the knowledge of positive thinking and how a simple change in thought can change a perspective.
That is all fine, well, and good. . . so she is generalizing the idea of positive thinking to make me believe in myself. However the thing I find that is a complete crock is that she said is 97% accurate. (I just want to know if the windfall is accurate, it would be nice in August to have some extra money.)
Then last night, so random guy from India said at first he wanted to be friends. I am very specific on my online friends and penpals. I am only looking for penpals 18-35, from USA, Europe, Japan or Australia. However I keep getting people from Brazil, Parts of Africa and the middle east, who want to be erotic penpals to be married to they can come to America.
Anyway, this guy from India send me an IM last night, I simply tell him I wasn’t looking for penpals. . . then he said he was into astrology, he caught my attention. He wanted to know my birth date so I told and we were going to discuss astrology . . . then he started to get into really sexual questions claiming he could read it on my Venus, which is the house of love, and sensuality, but the more he ask the creepier he got and I tried to change the subject and then he called me a lair. This is why I don’t deal with people from countries like India.
Well, I have to end with this. . . I have to go to grocery store, make dinner, work on my writings, read some of “Tale of the Body Thief” by Anne Rice, and become more positive. . . I will do all of this. Damn it, I will!