What a bitch...
*facepalm.jpg*
That’s all I really have to say right now. Bonnie needs to go die now, and I only mean that in a way that death is a bit of a punishment, but she does need a heart attack to maybe teach her the value f life or something, because she’s a bloody cunt. Now, normally I’d just let things go, but this weekend I went to my parents place, and though there’s a story behind that which I’ll explain later, long story short, I didn’t take my PS3, so I’d been wanting to play rock band al weekend, and couldn’t. So, I go home and am back in Brantford at around 3PM on Sunday, I take some time to get unpacked and ready, then I fire up rock band to play a few songs with Razerburn.
The volume is on like 11 or 12, which is relatively low, but the speakers on the TV, mixed with the shape of the apartment, means that sound travels pretty easily. Anyway, I play about 5 or 6 songs, then she comes up there banging on my door. I’m in the middle of a song, and you can’t pause while playing online, so I just told her to come in. Now, most of this will be improve pieced together by what I do remember, because none of what she said made any sense.
Bonnie - “This has to stop, I’m tired of this, I can hear that downstairs.”
Me - “I’ll turn it down after this song, okay?”
Bonnie - “no, not okay, you do this all the time!”
Me - “do what all the time, what are you talking about? I haven’t played this game in like a week, and I usually play when you’re not around…and it’s 4 PM!”
Bonnie - “it doesn’t matter, you know I work shifts, you knew that when you moved in! and my job is more important than this stupid game!”
Me - “I know it is, and what are you talking about, it’s Sunday, you don’t work Sundays.”
Bonnie - “well, you should know that I work tonight, and I’m going to bed, so you have to shut this off right now, and if this continues then you better find another place to live!”
Me - “yeah, okay, whatever. How was I to know, I’ll shut it off when this song is over.”
Bonnie - “this has to stop, I\m so sick and tired of this….ect, ect, blah, blah blah.”
I eventually just started going “yeah, uh huh, okay, whatever.” Because I was too pre-occupied with my game to give too much thought to her whiney bullshit. Keep in mind that the whole time, she was fuckin ANGRY. Like “Im gonna smack you with my purse” angry. And I was kinda dismissing her because she was being a cunt. The point I’m trying to make here, is that it was SUNDAY, she NEVER Works Sunday, and she was so pissed off because she wanted to sleep because she was working. She was acting like I somehow knew she was going to work that night, even though she never told me. All she had to do was say “hey, I’m gonna catch a nap before I go to work tonight, can you please turn it down/shut it off?” and I’d have no problem saying sure, but no, she had to barge in there, on some sort of crusade, acting like there was some way for me to magically know all about her schedule when she never told me or warned me.
Ignorant old bitch.
Anyway, I actually managed to make it to my parents this weekend, which was pretty cool because I got to meet Tristan. Okay, how it happened was this - I was at school, editing my one project and Tristan comes on. We talk for a while, and I ask, “Are you going into Norwich tonight?” He, of course, says yes, so I ask him how he’s doing it. He tells me his father is driving him. Well, I ask if I can hitch a ride, and he asks his dad, says that as long as I can make it to their place by around 7:00-7:30, so I catch the next bus home, pack up, and leave for Tristan’s place.
Thing is, Tristan’s place is like a one-hour walk, and it’\s raining out….Needless to say, my trip was wholly unpleasant, but I finally got to meet Tristan, the boy whom I introduced to Cole! Yay! Cole’s mom thanked me for that, I felt all warm inside.
I’ve been meeting a lot of furries lately, and it’s nice to FINALLY meet someone who actually knows a bit about writing, grammar, and spelling. (Keep in mind this post was written on a bus, where I can’t see my own words to edit, and the bouncing makes my fingers miss letters. (edit: I’m at school now, editing the whole thing)) Anyway, talking to him last night kinda got me back into the feel of writing up my big story, because he was asking about all the species and the cross-breeding charts that I’d written up.
Needless to say, I think I wanna write again.
Mix that with the fact that I’m thinking of applying to University for a creative writing course, so I need to practice a LOT if I’m to actually go anywhere with writing. I mean, in the year of 2007, I went 365 days without missing a single journal entry and most of them were like, 3-5 pages long. So, I need to write something of value up pretty much every day, so I’m gonna start tomorrow and Wednesday with two reviews, one for Madagascar 2, and one for Quantum of Solace. For now, this is Runa saying Peace Out.
(also, there will be one last uber-article comparing Rock Band and Guitar Hero, so I can finally get it off my chest.)
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