Friday, May 29, 2009

If you need me

You can find me at KCL under the same name. I post log in only, and until I can justify spending the money for pro, that's how it will be.

I did fairly well of staying out of the drama back when JS was around, so I feel I'll do just as well now that drama has appeared to opo up on KCL.

It amazes me that the people who claim to hate drama the most are those who are always immersed in it.

I used to be like that, then I grew up, and POOF! Drama gone! I'm not even 26 and I've learned this.

Maybe I truly am an old soul.

I have turned comments off for this entry, and this will probably be my last entry on blogger. I'll keep the account, and the page open, and read and comment on other journals on here that I follow but I don't plan on doing any actual updating.

Carry on. There is nothing more to see here.

S-E, out.

Monday, April 13, 2009

I don't know which is worse

The fact that I know that I have grown up, or that you think you have, but in reality you are exactly the same as you used to be.

I don't know what it means, other than I should have moved on a long time ago.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

you know your from...

i found this on facebook about my town. I feel a bunch of it's stupid, and don;'t understand quite a bit, so I put in bold the bits I *do* get. I also added some notations in parenthesis.

You know you're from Bradenton when ...

... people ask you where you're from and you say Sarasota because no one knows where Bradenton is.

...when Applebees is the only thing open past 9:00pm.

... when the Southeast-Manatee game is the highlight of your school year. (I went to Manatee)

... when your school gets bomb-threats weekly. (it wasn't weekly, but it was a few times a year...)

... when there's only 2 roads in your town - one named after a Spanish conquistador and the other after a fat sea animal. (this is oddly true...)

... when you go to more parties out in fields then in a house. (I am not bolding this because I have yet to go to a field party. house parties I have been to plenty)

... when the highlight of the summer is a birthday party ... for a fat sea animal that will never die. (this is July 3rd, and the fat sea animal that won't die is a manatee named Snooty and he shares his birthday with my mother who is exactly one year younger than him, which is why I am neglecting to mention either of their ages)

... when you can find at least half your school at the beach on any given day. (i rarely went to the beach so I have no idea this is true)

... the entire town heads to the beach right before a hurricane hits. (this is true...)

... you go to Bradenton Beach because Siesta Key is just too far. (Siesta Key out past Sarasota, I never even went there until I was 21, and that was because Sarasota county beaches don't have the liquor laws that Manatee county beaches have. Bradenton Beach is referring to an area out on Anna Maria Island. Bradenton doesn't actually have a beach. We have an Island)

... your town is known for an NBA ref getting caught assisting the Mafia.

... you know what 14Th St. is. (it ain't pretty)

... your volleyball coach gets caught picking up prostitutes. (WHOAT?!)

... you know that you cross the bridge to get to the ghetto side. (?? I am assuming they mean Palmetto...?)

... Natty Ice is a part of your everyday life. (EWWWWW no)

... you've spent your Saturday nights Xtreme bowling!

... when Taco Bell is the ending of your night.

... when your school holds Homecoming in your cafeteria. (The one year I went it was in the gym, but I did go to a dance or two in the cafeteria)

... you go east under the highway, you leave civilization. (also known as Myakka)

... you were in middle school and spent your Friday nights at the Royal Palm. ♥ (The Royal Palm is a movie theatre that did not come into existence until I was at least a junior in HS. It is a 20 theatre place that is out in Lakewood Ranch.)

... you're proud of your illegal alien population. (I wouldn't say proud, but it is quite large. They don't bug me, I don't bug them.)

... it's not uncommon for the car next to you to have either a Confederate flag or fringe around the dash. (this is true)

... when your graduation is held at the Manatee Convention Center. (My sister's was. Mine was at the football field. At night. With Fireworks.)

... your eardrums get blown out at graduation from the proud auntie behind you with the foghorn. (errrm... I feel this is possible)

... you know you're better than Sarasota because you have a Super Target. (yea, but its out on University Parkway which is practically one of the boarders to Sarasota)

... you know exactly where Bradenton ends and Sarasota begins. (Its by airport that we share)

... you spent your elementary education at the landfill. (I only recall one field trip to the landfill, thank you! Mostly, we went to visit Snooty...)

... when schools look like prisons. (maybe its the prisons that look like schools?!)

... and it's not okay because your parents don't have money. (it used to be pretty well to do... used to be)

... when you spent prom night at the Ringling. (I didn't go to prom. by my own choice, thank you. However, I know that it was held at the gym, and my sisters were held at the civic center...)

... you've seen old man European ass in a thong at the beach. (there's also this guy that lives a few blocks over that does yard work in aslittleclothingaspossible... ew. and yea, he is old and fat)

... there's a Baptist church or nursing home at every corner. (I lost count at 15 churches within WALKING DISTANCE of this house... all denominations though)

... Desoto Square Mall is the classiest place you've ever been. (this mall is gonna disappear within the next few years. everything is closing)

... you know "The Island" is the only island. (well, not the ONLY one, but when someone mentions an island, that is what they mean)

... the coldest it gets is not too cold for flip-flops. (yea, if you want your toes to go numb... but yea, we wear sandals all year round)

... when the town population triples during Spring Break. (and doubles during 'season' which is... now. damn snow birds)

... you know the cops don't give a shit.

... half the town works for Tropicana and burnt orange peels wake you up in the morning. (seriously, growing up half the kids I knew had at least one parent who worked there. and no, we don't get cheap deals on the juice)

... it made front page news when a male model became an Abercrombie & Fitch model. ( i must have missed that issue of the bradenton Harold)

...you laugh because people think that star athletes choose to live in Bradenton but you know it's just because of IMG. (I met one at work, and my brother helped pressure wash one's house...)

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

a bit of fluff

I keep catching this song on the radio, so I thought I'd share.

heehee

lyrics below video.






Non-Dairy Creamer by Third Eye Blind


They call it KFC, cause it’s not really chicken
Hot cheetos for breakfast make a young student sicken
Did you ever think someone’s tricking you?

And the guy in the pulpit is a bigot and a liar
Some kid walks into my school and opens fire
Heard any good jokes lately cause we sure do need em
My punk band’s call operation Iraqi freedom
Chorus

What’s it going to be, are you real to me
Or are you non-dairy
Creamer

And new love is burning up in me
Cause one in four American girls has an STD
You can buy yourself some implants
But you can’t buy a soul,
What’s threat level orange
With your chest puffed out, what are you so afraid about
What are you so afraid about
What are you so afraid of
What are you so afraid of
Chorus

And two gay guys got married
And brought the family to its knees
How did they blow us to smithereens
Just a couple of queens
How did they do it, I’m telling you now
All marriage came to an end
And I found myself some culprits
It’s two young gay republicans
Young gay republicans
Chorus

“Some of them we murder, some we let go…”

Monday, March 16, 2009

An entry because its been over a week

Fuck it. That's the mood I'm in right this moment. I've been busy trying to get shit done and I'm getting little to no help from anyone who could actually help me. Sure, I'm getting tons of encouragement (which means a LOT more than anyone could possibly realize) but I'm getting no actual involvement from anyone.

My last day at work is this coming Sunday. I work Today, tomorrow, Wednesday and Sunday.
If I didn't want/expect a cake so bad I'd have fucked off ages ago. I hate that place more than anyone could realize.

I'm STILL trying to get a letter of REFERENCE from my store manager. not a letter of recommendation, I just want him to say that yes, I've been with the company for as long as I claim to have been (three years, Jan. 26) so, I've moved on from that. Fuck his letter, I've moved on to collecting personal references of my own. So far, I'm up to FIVE and I still have a few more I'd like to get. All I'm requesting is that I have permission to use the person as a personal reference and they write down their name (so I spell it correctly) and the best phone number to be reached at. One person even wrote me a letter! Yay! She's a front end supervisor and works in the office.

I was scheduled for a dental appointment/cleaning tomorrow, I even had work schedule me late in the day so I could make the appointment. I scheduled the appointment for what I thought was to get a cavity fixed. I figure since I'm leaving state, I might as well get some dental stuff taken care of since I'm still paying that damn care credit bill (due to the economy i was unable to get it paid off before the interest kicked in...) Well, a little while ago, I realized that I hadn't gotten a confirmation call from the office. I call them myself, to make sure that 1) I have an appointment tomorrow, and 2) to figure out exactly what I'm expecting to have done.

Good thing I did. the lady that answered haughtily told me that they had in fact called and confirmed my appointment but no one had answered and since I didn't have voicemail there was no way to leave a message. This made no sense. I have voicemail, and keep my phone on me at all times. I asked which number they called, and apparently they called my parents land line... which I have asked REPEATEDLY that they NOT USE! Grrr. Turns out, also that my appointment was for x-rays... so they could TELL me I had a cavity. I was annoyed, I cancelled the appointment.

I also cancelled my little backyard shindig that I have been trying to plan for the past couple weeks. It just wasn't coming together and I wasn't getting any support from the other people in this house, who though they claimed that the shindig would be fun and was totally do-able, they all decided that if I wanted it done I'd have to do everything myself, and well, our patio hasn't been used since last summer and had become over grown... so I spent my entire day off yesterday weeding the patio and trying to clean it and make it look decent... my legs and back are so sore today. The only people who were showing actual interest in coming were all people from work, who I see at work. All the others I have been trying to contact about the shindig... all I got was people from OUT OF STATE saying they would LOVE to come but sadly couldn't. WHAT ABOUT THE PEOPLE STILL IN TOWN?!

Fuckers wonder why I'm leaving.





Okay, my mood is actually WORSE now, which sucks, cause the past few days I've been in a great mood.

I'm ending this now. I don't know when I'll update again.

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Beer and Hot Pockets

Its whats for dinner.

Yea, it was one of those kinds of nights at work.



I am waiting for some idiot to point out that I don't even like beer, just so I can throw an empty beer bottle at their skull.


Fuckers.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

whats going on in my world

this is gonna be quick, I'm waiting on Mom to finish getting ready so we can go to lunch and run some errands before I go to work at 3.

Pur planned time for leaving was 1pm and it is now 1:22, so by the time we leave, there will prolly only be time for lunch.

Chinese buffet here I come! well, when I get there, that is.

Okay, My last day of work is March 22nd.
I am planning a little backyard shindig to take place around 7pmish that night.
so far, I only have one person who seems interested...

seriously, anyone who knows where my parents backyard is, YOU ARE WELCOME TO COME!

I am leaving March 25th on a one way ticket to go hangout in Washington state for awhile and try to find work and blahblahblah.

details. don't have time.

Mom and I FINALLY made some progress on our mock up sewing project of a craft apron I want to make.

Whenever I do crafts of any type, I always wear an old shop apron of my dads, but it doesn't quite fit right. too narrow in some spots, too wide in other spots and a good 8 inches plain too long all around. I have to use a saftypin to keep the neck strap at a reasonable length.

I decided I wanted to make an apron and that it should be simple enough to do, since I have a sewing machine (that has only been used to sew scraps) and mom used to make shop aprons for her first husband (my sisters dad).

We went to a fabric shop and looked around at fabrics, and decided that since we were there and since they were only a dollar each we might as well looks at patterns since buying and using an already made pattern is a lot easier than making a pattern from scratch which was the original plan...

do you know how many patterns there are for aprons?!?!

seriously, HUNDREDS...

and the more I looked, the less I liked the basic apron style...

so after about an HOUR of pouring over patterns at the fabric shop, I decided on the one I wanted.

I picked it more for function over fashion.

Its an over the head style that ties on the sides. It reminds me of my old daisy (first level of girlscouts, before brownies) uniform.

since mom hasnt sewn in YEARS and well, I don't know nearly as much as I thought I did, we just got some inexpensive, lightweight, not ideal for a craft apron, BRIGHT GREEN (thats the color i wanted) broadcloth, to make a mockup, for practice purposes. once the mockup is finished (man its gonna be UGLY... BRIGHT green with dark purple bias tape... eww) we will find a fabric we agree on for the final product and then I will have my fully functional but not fashionable (but still totally awesome) craft apron! YAY!

oh... I'm also dabbling in woodburning and one of these days I'll get the stain on the wood...

oh, and I need dads suitcases so I can PACK...

and moms ready for lunch, so bye!

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Monday, March 02, 2009

Hate my life

actually, thats a song title.

muhahahaha.


(but yes, I do hate my life... hence WHY I'M CHANGING IT!)

this video struck me as funny, and its a rather upbeat song for everything it entails.

enjoy! (lyrics posted below video)




Theory of a Deadman
"Hate My Life"

So sick of the hobos always begging for change
I don't like how I gotta work and
They just sit around and get paid
I hate all of the people who can't drive their cars.
Bitch you better get outta the way
Before I start falling apart

I hate how my wife is always up my ass
She always wants to buy brand new things
But I don't have the cash.

I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right There's no end in sight
I hate my life!

How come I never get laid nice guys always lose.
How could she have another headache
There's always some kind of excuse
I still hate my job, my boss is a dick
"I don't get paid nearly enough
To put up with all of your shit"

I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right There's no end in sight
I hate my life!

I hate that I can't tell when a girl's underage,
You know, I tell her she's a nice piece of ass,
Then her daddy punches me in the face

So if you're pissed like me
Bitches, here's what you gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say "Fuck you!"

I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right There's no end in sight
I hate my life!

So much at stake, can't catch a break
I hate my life
No, it's nothing new hear "it sucks to be you"
I fuckin hate my life

Friday, February 27, 2009

I feel like a tool, at least I didn't cancel my upcoming dental appointment.

the past few weeks, on and off, I've had pain in my mouth/jaw/ear area.

First, I was convinced I'd somehow fucked up my jaw napping on the couch. (don't ask, it doesnt make much sense no matter how I explain it)

Then, I figured it was the cavity that I neglected to get fixed ast year wehn I was dealing with my ROTTING wisdom teeth. (It wasn't bothering me, and like I said, I had ROTTING teeth to deal with)

THEN, when it started to bug me when I swallowed, and the pain got so bad I was driven to tears, and at its worse the ENTIRE SIDE OF MY HEAD hurt, I came to the conclusion that it was my ear.

A few days ago, when I was still convinced it was my teeth, I called and made a dental appointment.

Later that day, I was convinced it was my ear, so I thought about cancelling the dental apt, but figured eh, might as well get the cavity dealt with.

Today, the pain was so bad (amongst other things) that I called out of work. Thus forcing myself to go to the little clinic (thats what its called) and I figured I'd leave with a RX for a free antibiotic, cause well, I thought it was my ear.

Nope. WRONG. both of my ears are in tip top shape.

So are my teeth. The Psychian guy was jelous of my teeth, though he commented that it appeared that I had a grinding issue ('ve been told I do...) which prompted him to run another test that involved me moving my jaw in every direction imaginable...


and thus, the diagnoses of TMJ came about.

so, yea, it's a jaw thing thats causing the ENTIRE SIDE OF MY HEAD to hurt.

on the plus side, this will in no way effect flying cross country on a trip that the majority of people feel I am insane for taking.

this is not one of my better days

I just called out of work.

stating a baaaaaaad ear ache (true) and a low grade fever (lie)

I promised I would go to a clinic today (guess I'm gonna have to now) and that I'll try to be in tomorrow (who the fuck knows)


my dad and brother have taken to tag teaming me about why I SHOULDN'T leave.

they seem under the misconstrued misconception that once I leave I will never come back.

I am simply leaving on a one way ticket, with enough money put aside so I CAN get back, and yes, I plan on getting a job once I'm out there, and JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. They don't seem to understand that the more they try to stop me the more I feel I need to get the fuck out of this place, and ASAP.

mostly, I called out of work today because the more and more I thought about leaving the house, the bigger the weight felt, and the last two times I forced myself to work when I felt like this, I wound up crying AT work, and well, that's just plain sloppy. Especially since I seem to have the impeccable timing of crying when there are no other females at work. Only males, and well, they just don't understand. Hell, females don't understand half the time either, but we're better at dealing with it.

I don't know where this is going anymore.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Distance: 2,953 miles

Two Thousand, Nine Hundred and Fifty Three Miles.

That is the distance, according to Google Earth Maps, I will be travelling in less than a Month time.

Actually, the distance will be greater since I'm flying into an airport north of my actual destination.

Two Thousand, Nine Hundred and Fifty Three Miles is the distance from my current house and the house I will be staying at for the time being.

This is quite probably the most insane thing I have ever done.

It could easily be the most stupid.

I don't think it will be though.

A co-worker told me I would be okay if "you have a minimum of Five grand saved up. That way you can comfortably survive a month or two until you get a job"

Uhm... Do you know how long I could be comfortable if I had that kind of money saved up? I could get a new computer (this one, I fear is on its last legs) AND still "comfortably survive" a number of months.

Needless to say, I don't have anywhere near Five Grand saved.

I am more broke now than I have ever been, but I know that I will never have enough money saved to be comfortable with a move this big, and that if I don't do this now, I never will.

I am 25 years old, with my GED. I have little college education, and have spent the last three years in a job that has not given me permanent full time, and no advancement other than my annual review and 3% raise. I have never lived away from home.

I have taken baby steps my entire life.

They have gotten me no-where.

Its time I plug my nose, and jump. (Feet first. I'm not suicidal)

None of this seems real to me. Not yet anyway. I'm just going through the motions, nothing has sunk in.

I don't know when it will.

I still have a lot to do.

Well, everything really.

So far, I've bought my ticket and informed my job that I'm quitting, and leaving state. (yea, the transfer didn't go through, but like I said, I've been there long enough. It's time I move on)

I need to contact my bank that I'll be travelling indefinitely, and I should check with my cell phone company and see if I'm covered for that area in which I will be.

I haven't packed anything, other than started making a mental list.

I'm new at this. Cut me some slack, k?

My last day at work should be a Sunday. I leave that following Wednesday.

Oh, I should try to figure out if its worth it or not to spend $100 bucks on my passport. I will be close to Canada, after all. Plus, that would be a very handy thing to have in my position.

Seriously, I'm so broke I would not turn down any donations. A new pair of sneakers would be nice. You know, in case I have to walk all 2,953 miles home.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Don't laugh

My brother had that bumper sticker, on the back of his cherry red '72 Volkswagen Bus.

It was his first car. He showed up at my parents house with it one day when he was 21 and I was 14. He bought it from a friend, who in part of selling it had it painted from its old stereotypical hippie paint job of psychedelic colors and designs.

Needless to say, we got a LOT of looks whenever he would give me rides places.

That year, my parents went up to Atlanta on a long weekend, leaving me at the house partly alone. We had convinced A-boy to stay with me that night and the following night. He agreed to make sure I went to school, but he would in no way stay the weekend.

I was a responsible enough to be left alone, even at the age of fourteen.

I hated riding the school bus, so I was able to get my brother to pick me up from school. He would make sure I got to the bus stop on time, but he would not drive me to school.

I remember walking out of the school, that first afternoon, with all the other kids who had rides picking them up. Every other kid was getting a ride home from either their mother, or a friends mother. I was the only getting picked up by my brother.

In his cherry red '72 Volkswagen Bus, with a ball pit (made from McDonald's balls) in the back, and the above sticker smack on the back window.

He was a stereotypical hippie in appearance. My best friends dad called my brother "Shaggy" and called his bus the "mystery machine" which only annoyed A-boy. He would always haughtily point out that the mystery machine was a Ford.

A-boy was very happy when I appeared and told me to get in, and got s away from the school as fast as the bus would take us- which wasn't very fast. He was uncomfortable with all the open stares he was getting from all of the soccer moms. This was a couple of years before cell phones were in wide use, other wise, I'm pretty sure the cops would have been called, or the school alerted.

Like I said, he only stayed with me the schools nights. Come Friday afternoon, I was alone.

Well, alone from Adult supervision.

I had arranged, earlier in the week to have another good friend, who was the same age as me stay over until Sunday. Her parent's were aware that mine were out of state, but I believe we neglected to mention that my brother would NOT be staying the night.

Is it really that surprising that this was the first time I ever got stoned?

I think not.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

copy, pasted, and posted.

written in may of 08. I don't recall if I posted it on JS or not.

A lot of it stands true for now...

except, I bought a plane ticket a few hours ago.

One way.

Maybe to where you think, maybe not.

Anyways, enjoy:

May 10, 2008, 11:15 PM

You.

You are the only one who tells me daily how rude I’m being.

Funny, everyone else seems to think it’s you.

But I’m the one stupid enough to actually tell you.

And that makes me a bitch.

You are the reason I need to get away.

You are the reason why I feel like I’m drowning.

Like a fish out of water, like the asthma commercial.

You are the reason why I feel like I’m going to cry about 12 times a day.

You are the reason for so many things right now.

Few of them good.

And that makes me ill.

I feel like you’re just a waste of space right now, in my life.

Getting in the way of everything, holding me back without doing a damn thing.

You are the one that brings me so low I have to inhale my way back up.

You are the that makes my thoughts race so fast I can’t hold a single thought.

You are not to be blamed for most of these things. I know this.

However, I find it mighty coincidental that after your current habits started, I’ve found myself falling back through the hole I spent years crawling out of.

It’s obvious to most who know me that I’m miserable here.

I don’t know if they realize how stuck I really am.

I feel like I’ve been stuck in a rut, and am just now realizing.

I’ve gotten to comfortable with myself and this life, that it makes my skin crawl.

Literally makes my skin crawl.

I spend too much of my time alone. Or with you.

I need to start… being an adult.

I feel embarrassed when I meet old acquaintance and I’m still at the same spot in my life, maybe even backtracked some, since the time we last met.
I don’t go up to anyone. I wait to be approached.

I’m more uncomfortable then I have ever been, and this sucks, because barely 2 years ago, I was briefly at my most comfortable.

I felt like life was on track and going as planned. No, but that was 3 years ago, even still, two years ago I felt okay. Great even.

I wasn’t alone then, like I am now.

I’m more alone than I have ever been.

Part of me likes living in myself like I have lately.

But I want to live outside, too.

I doubt myself more now than ever.

I want the happy medium, even if that means I turn into an eccentric.

Fuck, I’ve been an eccentric my entire existence.

One of the few things I like about my self. Albeit, secretly.

You are the reason that this is no longer about you.

The torch has passed itself onto me.

May 11, 2008, 12:14 AM

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

sorry for my ansence

I have been around. PROMISE! I have been lurking, and reading, and occasionally commenting.

I just haven't been updating. on here.

I have so much to say and not sure how to say a single word.

So until I figure it out, I'll probably be on the quiet side, posting entries filled of fluff.

Friday, February 13, 2009

"Stop!"

This chorus keeps running through my skull.

so here's the video.
lyrics below

Against Me!

"Stop!"







Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
You've got to make a serious decision.
[x2]

It could be me up there in stage lights.
It could be me on the TV in you living room.
It could be me jet setting with my band all across the world.
Appearing live in concert one night only, tickets sold out.

Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
You've got to make a serious decision.

There I am giving candid disclosure to press in interview.
There I go on my way through the crowd up to the podium.
On behalf of our fans we'd like to accept this award.
Smile for the camera boys, gold record in hand.

Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
You've got to make a serious decision.

All of our lives in waiting.
All of our lives traded for their roses and applause.
All of our lives dedicated to shoving it right back in their fucking face.

Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you.
You've got to make a serious decision.
I said you've got to make a serious decision.

Stop! Take some time to think.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

An entry to reply to the comments in the previous post

this started out as a comment, but I decided to let it be a post instead.

Thank you all for your comments.

I have no intention of speaking to either of them again, at least never socially.

They do have some items of mine, that I would like to get back. They've had them for awhile, and we always spoke of returning them to me, but one thing lead to another, and I never got them back. I was supposed to get them back the last time I saw them, but well, you know how that turned out.

My plan will be to contact them, via email, because I have no interest what so ever to speak to either of them, and arrange for them to bring my things to the house when I am not home. My mother will probably be home, and well, I'll let her deal with them. I know she has a bunch of things she wants to say and is much better at controlling her emotions than I am. (hence why I chose to speak to her over messenger and not on the phone or in person)

Is this a low blow? Maybe. I'm sure it could he handled in a more mature manner, but right now, I feel I have control of the situation, and well, I want my things back, and I feel that someone needs to tell her the true details of the night, whether she listens or not.

Everyone who I have spoken to about these events agree with me, and with all of you, in that she has a very serious problem, and is in denial over it. I am past the point of even wanting to help her. Her life is her own, I have my own shit to deal with.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

he didn't tell her.

sorry it's not so eloquent, I wish it were more so.

I spoke with psycho bitch on aim, last night.

here is an exerpt.

(psycho bitch is the new name for the one who gave me hell on new years)

first, I asked if she was around. After a few minutes, I assumed she wasn't, and closed the chat window. this is where the conversation starts:

[23:57] psychobitch: yeah
[23:58] Clairesey1: Just so you know, I don't hate you
[23:58] psychobitch: right on
[23:58] Clairesey1: However the trust that was there, is loooong gone.
[23:58] psychobitch: emofest go!
[23:58] Clairesey1: yea, I don't really want to go there, but if thats where this goes, then, oh well
[23:59] Clairesey1: What did Matt tell you happened, I'm curious. I only know my end, i'd like his perspective
[23:59] psychobitch: he told me the cops came and that i went crazy
[23:59] psychobitch: broke a tv or something
[00:00] Clairesey1: what else did he tell you?
[00:00] Clairesey1: or what else do you know?
[00:00] psychobitch: that you probably wouldnt be my friend anymore
[00:00] Clairesey1: did he tell you why?
[00:00] psychobitch: not really
[00:00] Clairesey1: Ah
[00:01] Clairesey1: so he left out that you pulled my hair so hard I was screaming for him to get you off of me, and that you BIT ME, TWICE?
[00:01] Clairesey1: you bit me so hard that the cops asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital. I didn't. I also waived my right to press charges.
[00:01] psychobitch: guess not, but he told me he puked all over himself in front of the cops lmao
[00:02] Clairesey1: oh, did he tell you that you pulled a knife on me? from the knife block?
[00:02] Clairesey1: thats when I freaked out and started screaming at the top of my lungs.
[00:02] psychobitch: so what is my response supposed to be here
[00:02] Clairesey1: this was after you plled my hair, and he got you off me, bit me twice, and threw your vacuum at the wall.
[00:02] Clairesey1: I don't know, I just wanted you to know
[00:03] Clairesey1: I'm no longer angry, I just wanted you to know
[00:03] psychobitch: sorry if its true, i dont remember anything and i highly doubt i would randomly get violent for no reason at all
[00:03] psychobitch: but hey man drunk people make no sense amirite
[00:03] Clairesey1: I still have one of the marks. I should have taken pictures, but I didnt.
[00:04] Clairesey1: anyways, I just wanted you to know I didn't hate you.
[00:04] psychobitch: awesome, didn't need that kind of shit festering
[00:04] Clairesey1: The person who attacked me wasn't you. You were long gone at that point.

The conversation went on, for a few minutes longer, but it mostly tapered off. In the end, I told her I was gonna go and to take care. She wished me the same. That was it.

There is so much left unsaid, that I don't plan to say.

How much you want to bet she was drinking?

yea.

Monday, February 09, 2009

To the six that it concerns;

Dear Westy, Xanadu, Tuesday, Aunty, Sammi and Mr. Scribs,

Your projects are in the works. I'll figure out what exactly I'm doing and how to get them to you at a later time and date.

Right now, I can tell you that the following items are involved one way or another in what I'm creating:

canvas board,
wooden plaques,
duel tipped markers in twelve colors,
wood stain,
wood engraver,


there are a couple projects in the works. some of you will receive one, while the others will receive another.

This is all stuff I had lying around un-used.


*cue the maniacal laughter*