Back by popular demand...everyone's favorite emo gal!
Yes yes, it's true.
Although I have been lame and not been around a computer for the last, I don't know, months, I am indeed back in the game.
Livejournalers everywhere- BEWARE!! THE UPDATE QUEEN IS BACK WITH A VENGANCE!
At least for tonight.
So saddle in kids, this might be a long one. I haven't written in forver. Feel free to skip the oblgatory and uncomfortable diatribe and just leave a comment if you feel the need.
The past year has been insane. In addition to just recently waking up from a self induced six-month long coma, I am getting ready to chop off all my hair again. Why oh why do I let it get two feet long, decide I hate it, and cut it off? C'est la vie. I must do this because otherwise I have no reason to hate myself, and let's face it- and emo kid who doesn't self-loathe isn't really an emo kid at all. Then I would just be a poser. Haha. A little humor never hurt anyone.
But yeah about that coma I decided to put myself into? It was mostly a product of my shitty life. I moved out of my own apartment and did the homeless thing for about 2 or 3 weeks. Crashing in my car, in parks, on friends' couches, etc. Then a genius idea struck me- why not get an apartment with my really good friends twin sister? They are twins right? She should be just as cool right? Wrong. Couldn't have been more wrong. Our personalities clashed as room mates and to find out she was talking mad shit about me before she knew me didn't help matters. But I think now that I am moving out we can at least be civil to each other. It became apparent she was Wendy "Psycho-Whore" about two days before we moved in together.
At the time, she decided there wasn't enough drama in her life that she needed to dump a supposedly abusive boyfriend. What she failed to tell everyone was that he never laid a hand on her, he just put a knife to his own arm when he felt things spiraling out of contorl. UH, hello? I am there, been there, done that, still do it and I can assure you that cutters don't want to hurt other people- that's why they hurt themselves. But since everyone else was going through some changes and she was bored with her life, she decided that this was the best way to lie to get sympathy and she moved out. Enter her twin sister Amber. Amber has a boyfriend named Steve-O who is our resident firefighter buddy. Amber knew my situation and had told me that as long as Steve-O was on fire I could stay with her. He always had 48 hour notice before leaving a fire so I would have enough time to find another place to stay till he left again. I mean it was totally reasonable because fuck, it's only a basement apartment.
So the day I sorta move in with Amber, Wendy decides she has to as well, because to celebrate, we got drunk and had a big house party.
Oh, did I fail to mention that the steady fuck of mine - the bass player Scott - was now living in the main part of the house upstairs with that whore Shelly? Well I'm sure you can guess how that felt day in and day out, but I had nowhere else to go and I was trying to act adult about it all.
So we are all there for awhile and getting comfortable. Wendy starts dating this guy who USED to be really cool named Josh. I say used to because after we all moved in together I saw what an inconsiderate pig he is to match her constant bitch. Fuck, I was hardly there, never used dishes and always took out the trash. What's her fucking complaint about me? I never had parties that they weren't already apart of and I never let my fat-ass idiot friend sit around, dirty up the house, and drink after I went to bed. I can't tell you how many nights I came home to no one awake but this one guy who smells like garbage drinking and watching tv at full volume. Not cool considering the tv was on the wall right in front of my room, but why should she care right? She didn't have to listen to it all night.
Tangent over, back on track. So we are all partying every night until about 4 or 5 in the a.m. because in addition to Scott and Shelly in the main floor of the house, Preston, Michelle and the kids in the studio top apartment, and Amber, Wendy, and myself in the basement, two of Steve-O's firefighter buddies from a different crew who were waiting to get called out moved in with Amber and me. One of them turned out to be the sexy Mex-Irish man named Matt Escalante. Whoooo Lucky Charms Lucky Charms. He is magically delicious. He had a thing for me before he moved and he cheered me up on my birthday when Scott left me on my ass but we never hooked up until we were both living with Amber. (The house will now be referred to as the blue house because that's what it is) So one night, he and I hook up, both drunk as fuck, and wind up sleeping in the bed that Amber and I put in the extra basement room because she said it made her sad to see me sleep on the couch. She said, " Wendy be damned. She's a bitch and you were here first."
Well, Wendy had a problem with that and moved in straight away. I still had a roof over my head so the couch was fine by me. But one drunken night, Matt and I wound up falling into that bed and not realizing where we were. Wendy shows up, throws a fit about not being able to sleep in "her room" and walks out. I should have realized then what living with her would be like. Then, Steve-O calls a few days later and says he is on his way home. So I looked for and found an apartment for WENDY AND ME ONLY with rent split down the middle. She was bitching the whole time about how her own sister was throwing her out and blah blah blah, but we both knew from the start what the deal was so it wasn't like she had any room to bitch. I wasn't even mad about it because I knew what was up.
So we move in together and guess who comes with us? Asshole Josh. THE ONLY PROBLEM I HAD WITH THAT LAZY ASS, INCONSIDERATE, FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT PRICK WAS THAT HE NEVER PAID FOR SHIT FROM THE BEGINING!!!!
Flash forward to about a month ago when I lost my job due to Chomo Steve. Josh starts bitching that I don't have a job and we are going to be homeless because I can't afford rent. FUCK YOU YOU WANNABE SCOTTISH FUCKING IDIOT!! He failed to mention that Dominoes had fired him and on top of it all he never paid a penny for food, electricity, or rent. So when I told him to shut the fuck up once I found all of that out, Wendy told me I needed to find a new place to live because they were tired of carrying me. Carrying me? BULL FUCKING SHITE!!! And I mean shite! I wasn't around for them to carry and I paid half the rent the entire time and three of us were living there. And I can't tell you the number of Sunday mornings I woke up to," BABY!! THE SEAHAWKS ARE ON!!! WHOOOOOOOO!" followed by obnoxious TV and alot of beer drinking by HIS HIGHNESS. What a fucking chode right?
But enough about all that shite. I am tired of bitching but I feel so much fucking better getting it all out there, you have no idea.
I am moving back in with my mom because as I said, I lost my job. I am moving to Hermiston which actually might turn out great because it will get me away from my "coma" friends and possibly get my ass in line. I need to get life straightened out, but I can only do it one step at a time. But it's getting there. I moved all of my stuff the day before we left on this road trip/ crusade that we are on and I have alot to unpack when we get back, plus move some more stuff from Psycho Bitche's house, but it will occupy my time until I get a job there. I am worried about meeting people there though. Anytime I went there with friends it was always to this sketch neighborhood with sketch ass people. But I am pretty outgoing for an emo kid so it won't be bad for too long.
Hopefully by the end of the summer, Mom and I will be moving back to Kentucky. Still nothing in the way of a positive answer yet, but we shall see. If not, it's off to Portland or Eugene with this gal and a big middle finger to everyone that fucked with me in Pendleton. It'll be," Later redfuckingnecks! I am off to bigger and better things while you sit around and play dentist with your hook-up and waste your fucking lives in this shit hole!!!"
I feel like I am at a new low of depression currently but I bet that's just part of my "waking-up" process. "This 2 shall pass" as "Mark Dark" would say. And I must admit, I feel a fucking hell of alot better venting out all this anger I have had inside for too long.
Well, I am kinda tired of typing but I believe we are going to get the net at the new apartment so I will have time to continue to update mylife online soon. If not, mi madre has highspeed mo-effin wireless at her school so I can always just go there lol.
PEOPLE PLEASE COME BACK TO LIVEJOURNAL AND QUIT WASTING YOU LIVES ON MYSPACE!!
I can't wait to just BE. And to just be happy. Soon, soon, soon.
Peace, love and MERRY CHRISTMAS MOTHER FUCKERS!!
Taryn
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Oh and listen to Modest Mouse one and all. No one knows it, but they are an amazing fucking band. Give it some thought.
Although I have been lame and not been around a computer for the last, I don't know, months, I am indeed back in the game.
Livejournalers everywhere- BEWARE!! THE UPDATE QUEEN IS BACK WITH A VENGANCE!
At least for tonight.
So saddle in kids, this might be a long one. I haven't written in forver. Feel free to skip the oblgatory and uncomfortable diatribe and just leave a comment if you feel the need.
The past year has been insane. In addition to just recently waking up from a self induced six-month long coma, I am getting ready to chop off all my hair again. Why oh why do I let it get two feet long, decide I hate it, and cut it off? C'est la vie. I must do this because otherwise I have no reason to hate myself, and let's face it- and emo kid who doesn't self-loathe isn't really an emo kid at all. Then I would just be a poser. Haha. A little humor never hurt anyone.
But yeah about that coma I decided to put myself into? It was mostly a product of my shitty life. I moved out of my own apartment and did the homeless thing for about 2 or 3 weeks. Crashing in my car, in parks, on friends' couches, etc. Then a genius idea struck me- why not get an apartment with my really good friends twin sister? They are twins right? She should be just as cool right? Wrong. Couldn't have been more wrong. Our personalities clashed as room mates and to find out she was talking mad shit about me before she knew me didn't help matters. But I think now that I am moving out we can at least be civil to each other. It became apparent she was Wendy "Psycho-Whore" about two days before we moved in together.
At the time, she decided there wasn't enough drama in her life that she needed to dump a supposedly abusive boyfriend. What she failed to tell everyone was that he never laid a hand on her, he just put a knife to his own arm when he felt things spiraling out of contorl. UH, hello? I am there, been there, done that, still do it and I can assure you that cutters don't want to hurt other people- that's why they hurt themselves. But since everyone else was going through some changes and she was bored with her life, she decided that this was the best way to lie to get sympathy and she moved out. Enter her twin sister Amber. Amber has a boyfriend named Steve-O who is our resident firefighter buddy. Amber knew my situation and had told me that as long as Steve-O was on fire I could stay with her. He always had 48 hour notice before leaving a fire so I would have enough time to find another place to stay till he left again. I mean it was totally reasonable because fuck, it's only a basement apartment.
So the day I sorta move in with Amber, Wendy decides she has to as well, because to celebrate, we got drunk and had a big house party.
Oh, did I fail to mention that the steady fuck of mine - the bass player Scott - was now living in the main part of the house upstairs with that whore Shelly? Well I'm sure you can guess how that felt day in and day out, but I had nowhere else to go and I was trying to act adult about it all.
So we are all there for awhile and getting comfortable. Wendy starts dating this guy who USED to be really cool named Josh. I say used to because after we all moved in together I saw what an inconsiderate pig he is to match her constant bitch. Fuck, I was hardly there, never used dishes and always took out the trash. What's her fucking complaint about me? I never had parties that they weren't already apart of and I never let my fat-ass idiot friend sit around, dirty up the house, and drink after I went to bed. I can't tell you how many nights I came home to no one awake but this one guy who smells like garbage drinking and watching tv at full volume. Not cool considering the tv was on the wall right in front of my room, but why should she care right? She didn't have to listen to it all night.
Tangent over, back on track. So we are all partying every night until about 4 or 5 in the a.m. because in addition to Scott and Shelly in the main floor of the house, Preston, Michelle and the kids in the studio top apartment, and Amber, Wendy, and myself in the basement, two of Steve-O's firefighter buddies from a different crew who were waiting to get called out moved in with Amber and me. One of them turned out to be the sexy Mex-Irish man named Matt Escalante. Whoooo Lucky Charms Lucky Charms. He is magically delicious. He had a thing for me before he moved and he cheered me up on my birthday when Scott left me on my ass but we never hooked up until we were both living with Amber. (The house will now be referred to as the blue house because that's what it is) So one night, he and I hook up, both drunk as fuck, and wind up sleeping in the bed that Amber and I put in the extra basement room because she said it made her sad to see me sleep on the couch. She said, " Wendy be damned. She's a bitch and you were here first."
Well, Wendy had a problem with that and moved in straight away. I still had a roof over my head so the couch was fine by me. But one drunken night, Matt and I wound up falling into that bed and not realizing where we were. Wendy shows up, throws a fit about not being able to sleep in "her room" and walks out. I should have realized then what living with her would be like. Then, Steve-O calls a few days later and says he is on his way home. So I looked for and found an apartment for WENDY AND ME ONLY with rent split down the middle. She was bitching the whole time about how her own sister was throwing her out and blah blah blah, but we both knew from the start what the deal was so it wasn't like she had any room to bitch. I wasn't even mad about it because I knew what was up.
So we move in together and guess who comes with us? Asshole Josh. THE ONLY PROBLEM I HAD WITH THAT LAZY ASS, INCONSIDERATE, FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT PRICK WAS THAT HE NEVER PAID FOR SHIT FROM THE BEGINING!!!!
Flash forward to about a month ago when I lost my job due to Chomo Steve. Josh starts bitching that I don't have a job and we are going to be homeless because I can't afford rent. FUCK YOU YOU WANNABE SCOTTISH FUCKING IDIOT!! He failed to mention that Dominoes had fired him and on top of it all he never paid a penny for food, electricity, or rent. So when I told him to shut the fuck up once I found all of that out, Wendy told me I needed to find a new place to live because they were tired of carrying me. Carrying me? BULL FUCKING SHITE!!! And I mean shite! I wasn't around for them to carry and I paid half the rent the entire time and three of us were living there. And I can't tell you the number of Sunday mornings I woke up to," BABY!! THE SEAHAWKS ARE ON!!! WHOOOOOOOO!" followed by obnoxious TV and alot of beer drinking by HIS HIGHNESS. What a fucking chode right?
But enough about all that shite. I am tired of bitching but I feel so much fucking better getting it all out there, you have no idea.
I am moving back in with my mom because as I said, I lost my job. I am moving to Hermiston which actually might turn out great because it will get me away from my "coma" friends and possibly get my ass in line. I need to get life straightened out, but I can only do it one step at a time. But it's getting there. I moved all of my stuff the day before we left on this road trip/ crusade that we are on and I have alot to unpack when we get back, plus move some more stuff from Psycho Bitche's house, but it will occupy my time until I get a job there. I am worried about meeting people there though. Anytime I went there with friends it was always to this sketch neighborhood with sketch ass people. But I am pretty outgoing for an emo kid so it won't be bad for too long.
Hopefully by the end of the summer, Mom and I will be moving back to Kentucky. Still nothing in the way of a positive answer yet, but we shall see. If not, it's off to Portland or Eugene with this gal and a big middle finger to everyone that fucked with me in Pendleton. It'll be," Later redfuckingnecks! I am off to bigger and better things while you sit around and play dentist with your hook-up and waste your fucking lives in this shit hole!!!"
I feel like I am at a new low of depression currently but I bet that's just part of my "waking-up" process. "This 2 shall pass" as "Mark Dark" would say. And I must admit, I feel a fucking hell of alot better venting out all this anger I have had inside for too long.
Well, I am kinda tired of typing but I believe we are going to get the net at the new apartment so I will have time to continue to update mylife online soon. If not, mi madre has highspeed mo-effin wireless at her school so I can always just go there lol.
PEOPLE PLEASE COME BACK TO LIVEJOURNAL AND QUIT WASTING YOU LIVES ON MYSPACE!!
I can't wait to just BE. And to just be happy. Soon, soon, soon.
Peace, love and MERRY CHRISTMAS MOTHER FUCKERS!!
Taryn
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Oh and listen to Modest Mouse one and all. No one knows it, but they are an amazing fucking band. Give it some thought.