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[Jun. 8th, 2007|08:38 pm] |
I haven't posted on here for ages, man! No good on my part... ANYWHO... I think I've decided... as I will have little mental challenge with my internship with the Burien police, I shall keep my mind fresh and functioning well by attempting to compose a Snarry... I think it shall be a cross over with Buffy... maybe. I don't know how'd that honestly work out... as the magics in them are so completely different. I may just put in a slayer like character and demons and vampires... that'd be awesome. The slayer... shall be a fucking goofball... much like Kayla, I think.... what with the silly name calling and overall goofy attitude. And of course, as I love Spike, there will have to be a vampire like him. I'm still playing with the idea of writing a story at all... as it will be my first. I'm not really one for writing stuff of that nature... just really angsty retarded poems... and that one cutesy one about Brian sleepingness... lol! He's so cute when he's sleeping... except when he's sick and sleeping... there were so ICKY sounds coming from his nose... very mucousy. He's getting better now. I absolutely adore how he always has to have his mouth open slightly with his tongue pressed forward... I'll have to take a picture... lol! He'd murder me if he knew though.
Anywho... the puppy is doing well... the potty training is a bitch though... he keeps going whenever and where ever he fucking feels like it. But all of the other training is going rather well... He's 11 pounds now... he's gained 4 in a month... and at the end of this month.... at the age of four months, he'll be neutered. Yay! lol! I don't want him humping things or people or specifically marking territory. Brian's talking about getting him micro-chipped too... so as not to lose him. Though, I don't think we would...
But enough about that... I'm done with school for the quarter... and I have the summer off... YAY!!!!! I just don't want to bring it up to my mother that I'm moving back in with Brian as soon as my lease is up.... in September. She and I are getting along rather well... she was talking about wanting to take me to Disneyland this September before school starts... I'm not sure if she wants Brian to come along as well or what... but I wouldn't go with just her. I'd KILL myself spending THAT much time with my mother alone. Besides... she wouldn't be that fun to go with... as she hates the really fun rides... she hated splash mountain... lol! She's not too down with the thrill rides. This whole trip thing came up because my sister won a trip with her boyfriend to go to the bahamas, hawaii, and florida for a week... I'd imagine a lot of it will be spent travelling... she's away now. She left wednesday apparently...
Okay.... I think I'll stop my crazy ranting here... and just post more in a later entry.... so as to not bore you all to death... at least not yet. |
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[Apr. 26th, 2007|10:35 pm] |
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Why not hate me?
You kill me with your words.
You choke me with your lies.
So, why not hate me?
You tell me you care.
You say we‘re friends.
So, why do you hate me?
You speak ills of me…
Never to my face.
Why not hate me?
Why pretend you care?
Why bother at all? |
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[Dec. 17th, 2006|11:20 pm] |
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So, I was at Kayla's thursday night. That was an eventful night. Her basement flooded. We helped her parents keep it from getting out of hand. Man was I sore. And Kayla's sister was.... a fucking bitch... OH MY FUCKING GODS! When she got home... she was informed that she couldn't use the sink upstairs, hence if she was going to make food, she would have to dump the water out a distance away from the house. She got pissy... especially when she realized that Mrs. Turner wasn't going to make her food NOR go and get her food. "I don't want to drive out in that." It was windy and rainy... the night of the storm. She then took money from her mum and went to go and get food. THEN, she came back and FINALLY started to help down in the basement. BUT, she was such a fucking bitch! "No, you're doing it wrong." In response to my wringing out towels. I had been doing it for HOURS! "We should both do one towel together so we can get it done quicker and better." It was not quicker... and it was not better. I wanted to shoot her. She tried to make it seem like she was such a big help. She was a burden. She was down there helping for like 20 minutes at the most. The rest of us were working down there for like 4 hours! GUH!
Anywho... I called my mum that night... and she freaked out on me for not going back to her house because I had just finished the quarter. I am paying for my apartment for one thing. For another, I have a life and friends. I have not been able to hang out with friends all quarter. I want to relax and play on the internet. She doesn't have the internet. I want to level my warrior on Akama in world of warcraft. I want to play DnD with my friends. I don't want to deal with my mother's shit for longer than I should have to. THEN! Lida (Kayla's sister) tried to tell me that she understood my mother and that I should be more understanding.... like she was so fucking wise. I wanted to fucking kill both Lida and my mum at that moment. My mum responded to my wanting to be with friends for a while with: "Why don't you want to hang out with me?" She is not my friend. She is insane. She criticizes everything about me! Furthermore, she assumed that Brian was living with me in my studio apartment. She has seen his house... She has been inside of it. She knows he works for lee technologies which subcontracts for microsoft. He is well off. But she doesn't want to see it. She automatically assumes that I can only choose losers. Granted, my last boyfriend was a complete and total jackass... but, it still irks the fuck out of me that she assumes that his tattoos and piercings are a sign of him being irreponsible and a loser.
I am so angry with people!
And I miss my Chanel. She wasn't able to come to my little party... it would have been even better with her there! It was still a blast... but I still wish she was there. I'll have to have another get together... just the girls though. And possibly Brian, because everyone gets along with him. Kayla didn't seem to be comfortable with the guys that were there. Though, I think Joel is an asshole... but Bill is nice. Anywho... That is my little update. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2006|04:25 pm] |
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Oh the sorrow that I feel
When I look upon your face-
Upon your fair skin of silk-
Upon your luscious lips of rose-
into your brilliant hazel eyes.
Into your eyes…
They make my hear flutter-
Because in them I see
The love you have for me.
And yet, again…
the sorrow appears.
The sorrow of love
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[Nov. 21st, 2006|07:20 pm] |
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Would you believe... that I'm not fully unhappy about going to my mum's for a few days? I am looking forward to the food... and getting to see my puppy... Ahgee. I should post a picture so you can see how cute he is. Anywho... I have to write a paper this week as well... so there shouldn't be too much drama. My mum started taking a class... English as a second language. We talked a minute ago and she was freaking about a test she had coming up. lol! I think she understands things a bit more when it comes to school now. I told her about my horrendous 66% on social theory... and she didn't flip. She said basically, that I can improve on the final... and to just do my best. I won't have internet for a couple of days... so please, call me if you need anything or if you just want to talk with me. You too Loren! lol! International calls... pricey. Talking to my grandparents in Korea can cost quite the pretty penny.... I miss them. *Tear*. I should go back and visit them sometime... just not ONLY with my mum.... I should bring my friends too! How fun would that be?! Okay! Getting way off track. I need to study. I'll talk to you all later!!! I love you all and I miss you!!! That includes you, Loren... you haven't been on in so very long.... It makes me sad. |
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[Nov. 16th, 2006|10:16 pm] |
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I posted this on my myspace... but I didn't get a chance to react to it in a sensible manner nor analyze the situation.
For those of you who are not familiar with this case... as it occured when we were really young... O.J. Simpson was a football player... a very highly paid football player. He was married to Nicole Brown Simpson. But got divorced. A bloody dog led neighbors to her body which was at the bottom of the steps leading to the condo... partially underneath the gate. She was drenched in blood due to wounds to her upper body and throat... A short distance away was another body... that of Ronald Goldman... sprawled against the garden fence. There were a number of objects adjacent to the dead man. There was a set of keys, a dark blue knit cap, a beeper, a blood-spattered white envelope (had a pair of glasses in it) and a bloodstained left hand leather glove lying under the agapanthus plant only a few inches from Nicole Brown's body. There seemed to be a trail of bloody footprints leading away from the bodies towards the back of the property and alongside these, drops of blood trailing in the same direction. The detectives went to O.J.'s residence to have him care for his children and what not... but no answer... so they see a Ford Bronco out front... inside had packages with his name on it... and the car turned up to be in his possession from a car rental place... upon further inspection one of the officers pointed out with his flashlight what appeared to be a blood spot on the body panel near the driver's door handle. So... As O.J. had relation to the victim, he was a potential suspect to begin with. The blood and the inability to contact O.J. prompted officers to enter the property as there was a potential emergency. Upon further inspection they found the a blood stained glove that appeared to be the matching glove of the one at the crime scene. They also found more blood in the interior of the bronco and on the steps leading to his front door. The examination of Nicole's body showed that there was no blood on her feet... thus, she was rendered unconcious before she had her throat slashed to the point of almost severing her head from her body. (Nearly headless Nick). The other victim's face showed scrape marks and blood had dried and crusted in rivulets from his nose and left ear. His left leg, stretched out over his bent right limb, was saturated in blood. His light brown shirt had been pulled up and was bunched around his back, indicating that the killer may have grabbed him, swung him around in the fight, or even killed him on the walkway, and then for some reason dragged his body to the spot where he lay. His throat appeared to have been slashed and he had other stab wounds to his body and upper left thigh. When the detectives detained O.J. they noticed his middle finger was bandaged... Anywho... they talked to him... not interrogated... they hadn't placed him under arrest... and he could have left at any time or not answered any questions... Simpson contradicted himself over a number of things. His timing on the use of the Ford Bronco, the way he injured his hand, the fact that he claimed to have been wearing tennis shoes earlier in the evening of the murders, when photographic evidence would subsequently prove otherwise. He claimed at one stage that he had been rushing in his pre-trip preparation; and then later that he was leisurely getting ready to go, chipping a few golf balls for relaxation on the lawn of his estate, late into the evening.
"Much would be made later of the amount of blood drawn from Simpson's arm that afternoon. At a grand jury and preliminary hearing, Peratis claimed he drew and bottled about 8 cc's. Because the LAPD/SID could only account for 6.5cc's, it was to be claimed by Simpson's defense team that the difference, about one quarter of a teaspoon, had been used to plant evidence incriminating him in the two murders. In fact, Peratis never really knew just how much blood he had taken from Simpson. It was not officially recorded that day and his statement regarding 8cc's was simply a best estimate on his part, based largely on the amounts he had generally taken in previous samplings."
Even the transfer of the sealed envelope that had the blood in it was scrutinized... This is getting long... nonetheless... there was tons of scrutiny over the collection of evidence... and blah blah blah. O.J. fucking killed his ex-wife and the dude. The fact that he got off angers me to no end. Further fury is incited in the publishing of his book, "If I did it." We all fucking know he did it. His blood was present at the crime scene. The victim's blood was present in his vehicle, on his steps, and the other glove was found at his residence. How the fuck was he not involved? The scrutiny of the procedures taken to collect evidence and the filing of the necessary documents was a rather low way to get someone so visibly guilty of murder off without penalty. This is what drives me to want to be a prosecutor. To not let shit like this occur again. I feel I need to fight for the injustice the victims' families had to suffer. And even though I got a 66 on my social theory midterm (I'm quite unhappy about that.... I thought I did really well. I wasn't clear enough and didn't use enough examples, blah blah blah. It was supposed to be a max of five pages... I did a bit over four. He did not say that I had to write five pages... And in the commentary, it was stated that it was too short, ummm... no.), I am still going to go to law school. Anywho... I'm sorry for it being so damn long...
Publisher Calls Book O.J.'s 'Confession'
(AP) O.J. Simpson created an uproar Wednesday with plans for a TV interview and book titled "If I Did It" _ an account the publisher pronounced "his confession" and media executives condemned as revolting and exploitive.
Fox, which plans to air an interview with Simpson Nov. 27 and 29, said Simpson describes how he would have committed the 1994 slayings of his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her friend Ronald Goldman, "if he were the one responsible."
Denise Brown, sister of Simpson's slain ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, lashed out at publisher Judith Regan of ReganBooks for "promoting the wrongdoing of criminals" and commercializing abuse. The book goes on sale Nov. 30.
She added: "It's unfortunate that Simpson has decided to awaken a nightmare that we have painfully endured and worked so hard to move beyond."
Regan refused to say what Simpson is being paid for the book but said he came to her with the idea.
"This is an historic case, and I consider this his confession," Regan told The Associated Press.
Simpson was acquitted in 1995 of murder after a trial that became an instant cultural flashpoint and a source of racial tension. The former football star was later found liable for the deaths in a wrongful-death suit filed by the Goldman family. In the years since, he has been mocked relentlessly by late-night comedians, particularly for his vow to hunt down the real killers.
"He's willing to tell the world how he 'would' murder his children's mother and Ron. Sick," Goldman's father, Fred Goldman, said on CNN's "Larry King Live" Wednesday night.
Simpson has failed to pay the $33.5 million judgment against him in the civil case. His NFL pension and his Florida home cannot legally be seized. He and the families of the victims have wrangled over the money in court for years.
The victim' families could go after the proceeds from the book's sales to pay off the judgment. But one legal analyst said there are ways to get around that requirement _ such as having proceeds not go directly to Simpson.
"Clever lawyering can get you a long way," said Laurie Levenson, a Loyola University law school professor and former federal prosecutor who has followed the case closely.
Levenson noted that the criminal justice system's protection against double jeopardy means Simpson's book, explosive as it may be, should not expose him to any new legal danger. She added that Simpson could create an extra layer of insulation from any legal worries by presenting the story hypothetically.
"He can write pretty much whatever he wants," Levenson said. "Unless he's confessing to killing somebody else, he can probably do this with impunity."
Goldman's sister, Kim Goldman, told CNN: "He's snubbing his finger to the system, to the community again. He's telling us one more time, 'I'm gonna continue to get away with killing your family members and I'm not gonna honor the judgment and look at me, ha, ha, ha.'"
Simpson did not return numerous calls for comment. Simpson's own attorney Yale Galanter said he did not know about the book or the interview until this week.
"The book was not done through our office," Galanter said. "I did not have anything to do with the negotiations of the book. This was strictly done between O.J. and others."
He said there is "only one chapter that deals with their deaths and that chapter, in my understanding, has a disclaimer that it's complete fiction."
On Amazon.com on Wednesday, the 240-page book was being offered for $16.47. An image of the cover featured Simpson's face and the title "If I Did It," with "If" highlighted in white and the other letters in red.
Other publishers and publishing industry observers practically fell over each other to criticize ReganBooks, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers, and Simpson.
Otto Penzler, who runs Otto Penzler Books, a crime imprint of Harcourt, said he would have a moral problem with "carrying a book like that and enriching this lowlife in any way."
"If I were betting, I would say the book won't sell," he said. "I think people are so disgusted with this guy that they're having the same feeling I do."
ReganBooks has gained a reputation for publishing some less-than-highbrow material, including Jose Canseco's "Juiced," billed as a tell-all on steroids in baseball, and books about the slaying of Laci Peterson.
Patricia Schroeder, president and chief executive of the American Association of Publishers, described the developments as sickening.
"But I think it's going to stir an awful lot of debate and make the culture take a real look at itself, and that may not be unhealthy," she said.
Indeed, one thing that seemed certain was that the book and interview _ which Fox will air at the end of the crucial sweeps month _ were bound to generate a torrent of publicity.
Shari Anne Brill, a television analyst for the Madison Avenue firm Carat USA, predicted public interest would rival that of the 2003 interview with Michael Jackson, seen by 27 million people in 2003.
At least one other network, NBC, said it had been approached to air the special but declined the offer.
"This is not a project appropriate for our network," said Rebecca Marks, a spokeswoman for the entertainment division of NBC, a network that once employed Simpson as a football analyst.
CBS said it was unaware of any pitch for the project. ABC did not immediately return a call for comment.
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AP National Writer Hillel Italie, AP Television Writer David Bauder, Sandy Kozel of AP Radio and Associated Press writer Noaki Schwartz contributed to this story |
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[Nov. 13th, 2006|07:22 pm] |
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I got my midterm back for my Comparative Law and courts class.... you know, with the jackass TA. 3.1. The class average was a 3.2. I was so worried about that one too. I'm rather happy about it. Anywho... My manager is a lazy fucking dick. I have asked repeatedly, through a letter and several phone calls, for him to GIVE ME RECIEPTS for my fucking rent. Does he ever answer? No. Does he ever call me back? No. Is he EVER fucking in his apartment? No. He better have fucking died rather than being such a fucking lazy ass manager not to take care of a simple thing like that. I'm getting rather annoyed.
Anywho... I have a paper to write for my comparative law and courts class... and I have another midterm for my philosophical issues in law class next week. Hopefully, I do better on that one. Things seem to be going quite well.
I met with Henry today. It's been too long since I've seen him. Anywho... we talked a bit, got paperwork done, etc. He, surprisingly, likes the red in my hair. He also noted that I am completely in love. That was a bit of an uncomfortable bit. It was odd for Henry to notice and say something like that. I had been telling him a bit about how things between me and Brian were... and he straight off said, "You're really in love." Totally awkward. Yes, I am in love with Brian... but it was just odd to hear it from someone else. ESPECIALLY Henry. |
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[Oct. 26th, 2006|02:36 pm] |
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You’re fast asleep
Lying next to me…
Dreaming dreams
Unknown to me.
I look upon your face
And am made aware…
You’re dreaming of me…
Just as I dream of you.
***I know.... cheesy and sappy as all hell. Leave me alone... lol! |
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[Oct. 24th, 2006|10:54 am] |
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So last weekend... went to class. Came back. Got my shit. Went to Kayla's house for a wonderfully good dinner. Crab fettucini. Mrs. Turner is an amazing cook. Anywho... after dinner, we all sat at the table and conversed over pumpkin cookies and pumpkin spice coffee. It was lovely. Mr. and Mrs. Turner seemed to like Brian. It makes me glad. I seriously love Kayla's family. *is jealous*
Anywho... after that, we drove Kayla back to Brian's... and no, not for anything dirty, Chanel. We played video games over drinks and then started to watch Willow. Kayla was sleepy... and we had to drive her back in the morning. Anywho, after dropping her off, the gas alert thingy came on. Just as we were leaving her place. About 6 or 7 miles later, we got onto Interstate 405.... and the car ran out of gas. We were 8 blocks from the store we were going to go to. 8 fucking blocks. So, we get to the shoulder... get out... and cross a couple of on ramps... a few off ramps... and get to the gas station for a thingy of gas. And proceed to make our way back. I was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and flip flops. I was fucking cold. It wasn't a terrible experience though. It was rather funny. I dunno if I can explain it... but it was just another goofy memory to be had with Brian.
On a less happy note, for my comparative law and courts class... you know, the one I've been bitching about for ages.... I was assigned to read like 90 pages for today's lecture. WTF? Do I not have any other classes? Any other obligations? The need to fucking sleep? Furthermore, my midterm is on the 1st. There goes my Halloween fun. I can't do anything now. Brian may be here for Halloween and off... but do I get to do anything with him? Most likely not. GUH!!! This professor does not think that there is anything outside of this class... this class is life. It's not even a fun or interesting class. It's reading heavy... and the concepts of the reading could be explained in a half hour orally. 90 fucking pages? Yeah... fuck that. I got most of the reading done last night. I fell asleep before I could finish all of it. I did my reading for my other classes first... one of which COULD have waited... but I wanted to get ahead to prepare for the midterm. GUH! I don't understand how this professor taught at several different schools and in different countries and published a ton of shit. Brian suggested that he taught at so many different places because he was such a bad professor, but who had a good resume. Guh! He drives me insane. So yeah... he just said we could go to his office hours to tell him if his course is shit (basically) and he would not affect our grades or whatnot. Ummm... he doesn't really control the grades anywho. The TA basically does. GUH!
I got like no sleep... Brian called at 9:30... as usual... and I was so cranky with him. I felt bad... and called him later to apologize. He didn't think I was cranky. |
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[Oct. 17th, 2006|09:26 pm] |
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Sore as hell. And can you believe that the bitch's insurance company wanted me to accept a settlement? As well as tried to say that I am not actually feeling pain.... basically... they said it'd be gone in a few days. I'm still sore.... In addition, they tried to say that the lady wasn't going much faster than the speed limit. She had to be going fifty or higher to hit us... the car in front of the car she directly hit.... FURTHERMORE, they kept asking if there was more than one impact... as if it would have been the lady behind us that hit us and that the lady in the BMW just couldn't stop fast enough to avoid hitting her. So fucked up.
Moreover, my TA for the comparative law and courts class... you know, the jackass I've been ranting about.... insists on specific paperwork and such for my missing classes yesterday. I'm sorry. I was so immensely sore, I didn't do anything. I offered to bring pictures of the accident... and provide the claim numbers and all of that shit. But no. I have to have the auto-fixer-up-ers info. Or the medical claim papers. I don't get those for a while. GUH! He was a jackass about it all too! The prof didn't really care. He just sent me an email saying sorry about my getting into an accident. I'm sorry... It just seems like the TA is on a total power trip. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2006|12:10 am] |
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Friday... was supposed to be a good day. Got internet at my place. Was with my honey. Got to see Chanel and Josh. Was going to go to a party at Andy and Mandy's. We (Brian, Chanel, Josh, and I) were on our way to get some fucking food. Brian is at an intersection and stops before turning onto Olive street to let some pedestrians cross the street. And then... out of NOWHERE... BAM! We get rear-ended. The car behind us that ran into us... was pushed into us by the car behind it. The BMW that caused all of this was pretty bad off. The car behind us... nothing. Barely cracked the bumpers. Our bumper got pushed under the car. And the right back side is a little warped. The back hatch thingy won't open either... Needless to say, Brian was fucking PISSED. He didn't show it. Still hasn't really. But I know he was REALLY upset. He's really sore too. Much worse off than me. I'm a bit sore... but it's not too much more than I usually have to deal with. His neck was turned at an angle as he was watching the pedestrians; hence, his neck is all kinds of sore.
On a happier note... so remember the last time Larissa came over? And I went down there? Well... it had an effect on her. She knew that I was living there. She knew that Brian and I were involved. But it didn't hit her until then. She talked to Kelsi, and Kelsi told her... "Yeah... Erika's been living there for four months. Didn't you know?" I'm sure she said a bunch of other things too. But anywho... so Brian's being with me slapped her in the face. The fact that I didn't have my own room also slapped her in the face. It's like she JUST realized that he and I are sleeping together. She knew that he and I were involved, but I don't think she REALLY knew that it was serious. She does now.... how do I know this? She sent Brian an email and is talking of moving to RHODE ISLAND with her mother. Out of NOWHERE she decides to move the hell away from here. She's moving there basically so her mother can raise her fucking kid for her. She also was complaining about how she wish she didn't let Ben (old fiance who she conceived the kid with) into her life and blah blah blah. Why does she tell him all of this? She must have taken his saying "If anything comes up let me know" as anything in your life as opposed to the divorce shit. But anywho... she finally got the picture that she is no longer a part of his life anymore... and is moving away! Is it bad that I'm really happy that she's fucking leaving?
***Edit: Here'a link to pictures of the 4Runner post accident.
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/thumbsinblack/album?.dir=f17escd |
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[Oct. 5th, 2006|10:37 am] |
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So I get to move into my apartment finally tomorrow. I had an extra week of commuting from lake fucking stevens.... I was only supposed to commute for three days. Anywho... like I said before, I don't want to move out away from Brian... but I so want to move closer to school. The commute was completely killing me.
We got a new lock on the front door and the garage door. It's like the UBER dead bolt. Brian explained it but I had just gotten home from the commute and was dying. My brain just couldn't take it. I didn't have ANY time for ANYTHING. I got home... and read for classes and wrote the response paper I had to write. Then when ten oclock rolls around I watch the south park episode on world of warcraft.... oh your god it was so funny. I am a world of warcrafter... I have a level 28 undead warrior... Red Sonja. For the horde! lol! Yes... I'm sure most of you are of the opinion that it is stupid and takes over one's life. But... it only takes over your life if you let it. I haven't gotten to log on since school started. I put my homework first. ANYWHO... I used to be of the opinion that it was ridiculous. I didn't like the dorm's floor theme last year... World of Warcraft. I like warcraft now though. I gave it a chance... *Brian pretty much kept pestering me to at least try it. As he had a ten day free thingy. And besides... I don't even pay for it. Brian really wanted me to play... it's like a social thing between us when we're not together... but also when we are. The first two weeks I had it... and the weekends I was there with him, we stayed home and played warcraft together.
Anywho.... way off topic... I don't really know why that huge spiel came up... I'm looking forward to having a fifteen minute bus ride away from school. My own place... no more Scott... no more Kelsi... no more room mates that I couldn't stand... *Jen*... Though, Scott and Kelsi are both in the process of moving out of Brian's place. Scott doesn't even spend nights there anymore. He periodically comes by to pick shit up from there... and then leaves. It's rather nice it being quiet. Kelsi... most of her stuff seems to be packed. But that has been the case since before the summer. She was supposed to have moved out in the summer... but that fell through. I don't know if she'll go through with it this time either. She finally gets to cut and style hair in Arlington. The place, Rivendale Hair, doesn't have much in the ways of advertisement... but it's a nice place. A bit small... only the two people working. But if you want your hair done... I'd say that's the place to go... especially for alternative stylings. Kelsi and Eric are both very into the fun colors and interesting haircuts. Though I would suggest bringing in your own color. They are just starting out and don't have much in the ways of selection for brands. Manic Panic and Raw are very good for bright lasting color. As lasting as bright colors can be of course. Wow... again... another tangent. Sorry. Wandering mind... I'll just be done. Class is about to begin anywho... guh. The class with the prof I can't really understand and the fucking jackass TA. |
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[Sep. 10th, 2006|11:12 pm] |
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SO.... my weekend. Friday... appointment to view a duplex in Queen Anne. It had its own washer and dryer... and full sized refridgerator. Electricity, sewer, garbage, etc. all included in the rent. It looked promising from the ad. We get there. The outside of the place looked.... less than promising. I wanted to leave. I knew my mother would HATE it too. Brian was trying to be optimistic. Then, the landlord comes up. In a brokendown molestor van. It had no windows save the front doors and windshield. And it was a grundgey paint job. We get in to look at the place. It smelt of cat urine. Had holes in the walls. Rust. Grimy bathroom. It was absolutely horrendous. THEN, six other people showed up during the time I was present to look at the place. The thing that pissed me off further was that he had stated that it was an APPOINTMENT to view the place. NOT an open house. My mother got there shortly after I did... and was rather unhappy as well. I met her on the corner before she actually stepped into the place and told her that it was horrendous. She looks at Brian, and mentions: "Your new haircut makes you look younger." His age has always bugged her. It isn't totally not understandable.... he is seven years older than I. Anywho... Saturday. I had another appointment to view yet another place. In capitol hill. The outside was in a condition that was a little ify. I call my mum to see where the fuck she was. And she got lost. I try and give her directions... and she fucking doesn't know where she is. It was like I was supposed to know where she was! It was really frustrating. She was still lost when I went in to view the place. It was nice. It was a studio about the same size as the master bedroom of Brian's house... including the small kitchen. It had high ceilings. It was recently renovated and such. It wasn't too bad. I get done looking at the place and get an application. And my mother is STILL lost. I try and direct her YET AGAIN... and she doesn't show up for another twenty minutes. She finally gets there and views the place. It wasn't like an amazing apartment, but it was a hell of a step up from the one on Friday. It was in better condition than the fucking dorms were. Anywho... so she cuts a check out for the deposit. She REALLY wants me to move out from Brian's.
Afterwards, I feel as though I have to spend more time with my mother. So, I invite her to come to pike place market with us. She agrees. The second Brian takes off his jacket... my mother's eyes concentrate on his tattoos. She knew of them. She's seen them. But she can't get over them it seems. I, having no clothes really, threw on a skull and crossbones small tee. HENCE, it wasn't quite long enough to entirely cover my tattoo. She kept looking down at my side. She knew that I had a tattoo. She opened my fucking bank statements... and saw the charges to the deep roots tattooing and piercing shop. Anywho... we wander about there and on the waterfront. It wasn't actually too terrible. I think my mum is finally getting used to Brian. She talked to him! Would you believe it?! She talked to him... and not just prying questions and shit. It was different. Anywho... after we lead my mother to the freeway... we stop by the pagan supply store across the street from where my new apartment is. And we look around... I didn't really need anything so I was just looking about. Brian spots a pentacle ring... that is a poison ring.... and gets it. It's gorgeous. OH! And goodness... while I was looking about in the comicy shop downstairs in Pike Place Market... he goes and finds two Bruce Campbell posters for me! He stated when I asked why the hell he bought them for me... that I needed them to jazz up my walls for my new apartment. I already have three other posters and plenty of pictures to put up.... but they were two Bruce Campbell posters that I didn't have... so he got them. I now have three Army of Darkness posters... all different of course... and an Evil Dead 2 poster. I love Bruce Campbell. |
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[Sep. 7th, 2006|04:50 pm] |
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So.... yesterday.... I awoke to Brian's cell phone ringing. "See this? This is my BOOMSTICK!" He got a sound clip of Bruce fucking Campbell. ANYWHO.... before I get off track about how amazing Bruce Campbell is.... I fall back to sleep... half an hour later, the front door opens and wakes me again. The dogs enter the house. I think nothing of it really. I knew Larissa was over, but I assumed she just dropped the dogs off after getting sick of them.... as usual. Half an hour after that, she comes knocking on my fucking door. WHY? "I came by to drop off the dogs... and they really wanted to see you." WTF?! Sounded more like SHE wanted to see Brian. Brian goes downstairs to see what the fuck she wants.... I get up a few minutes later to use the lavatory and then get a bottle of water from the fridge in our closet.
A few minutes later, Brian relays the happenings downstairs to me. Francis has an ear infection again... so, she drops him off here. Some owner, eh? Anywho, Brian FINALLY asks for the key back. Get this... she says: "I don't think I'm comfortable with that." ?!?!?!?!?!?! Why the fuck not?! She doesn't live here anymore... She's not on the damn ownership title for the house.... She has no fucking say in any of the goings-on of this household. Brian then informs her that if the key is not returned, he will change the locks. She finally breaks down and gives it to him. But does she leave after this? No. She continues to NOT leave and make a bit of small talk. She hears the toilet flush upstairs. Looks up. "Is Kelsi home?" Nope. "Well, then, is Scott home?" No... that's Erika. "Okay. I'd better go." Does she not understand that I LIVE here?! That I'm in a relationship with Brian?! Does she not want to accept that she's fucking divorced from him and he doesn't have any fucking interest to get back with her?! Jesus! I did tell you all that she was pregnant with her fiance's baby right? BUT, she broke the engagement off. She came HERE to bitch to Brian about how shitty things were going for her... and that she was pregnant. She made it seem like it was an accident. No. They PLANNED it. She has wanted a child (goodness knows why) for ages. Brian did not want children and STILL doesn't want children... (that I'm thankful for, I NEVER want children... they freak the fuck out of me). My mind is telling me that she did all of her cheating in the marriage and after the marriage with the now ex-fiance to gain a child.... I'm most likely being uber paranoid about this woman's intentions regarding my boyfriend. But, it almost seems sometimes that she wants to have this child and be with Brian as well. I know it won't happen. However, her actions baffle me. Her motivations to do the things she's been doing are irking me quite a bit. I've figured out why she irked me so much before... when I bitched about her prior to the news of pregnancy. Her actions point to foul intentions. Her intentions, though not fully clear, give off a wretched stench. Am I being too harsh? Are my feelings tainted with an uncomfortableness with her status as an ex-wife? This may very well have had a hand in my suspicions... I am fully able to admit that. I am still wary of what will come of her "visiting". |
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[Aug. 30th, 2006|05:21 am] |
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Can you hear it?
The downpour…
My heart is weeping.
I can hear nothing else.
My tears run red…
You stole my life.
You seized his soul,
Leaving me broken.
Numb.
Alone. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2006|12:14 am] |
Kayla... this is for you... as I did it for you... so do it bitch!
All else are welcome to participate in this survey thingy... but feel no obligation. Kayla is the only one who should feel obligated to do this thing.
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. How have I affected you?
5. What do you think of me?
6. What's the fondest memory you have of me?
7. How long do you think we will be friends?
8. Do you love me?
9. Do you have a crush on me?
10. Would you kiss me?
11. Would you hug me?
12. Physically, what stands out?
13. Emotionally, what stands out?
14. Do you wish I was cooler?
15. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I?
16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
17. Am I loveable?
18. How long have you known me?
19. Describe me in one word.
20. What was your first impression?
21. Do you still think that way about me now?
22. What do you think my weakness is?
23. Do you think I'll get married?
24. What makes me happy?
25. What makes me sad?
26. What reminds you of me?
27. If you could give me anything what would it be?
29. How well do you know me?
29. When's the last time you saw me?
30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
31. Do you think I could kill someone?
32. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?
33. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
34. Are you going to put this on your Journal and see what I say about you? |
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[Aug. 18th, 2006|01:21 am] |
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So I wake up about an hour before I usually do... from what? No, not a nightmare. The banging of foosball... and the hooting of Scott and his dumbass friends. When the time comes for me to actually get up.... he stops playing and leaves the house. As if he just wanted to piss the fuck out of me and Brian. Then, I go downstairs to get some coffee ready for Brian.... and I pass the bathroom.... The stench was upchuck inducing. Does that asshole ever fucking clean a thing in this house? NO. The last time I came home to a rank bathroom and a toilet that was clogged. SO.... I had to clean the damn bathroom.... I'm so fucking sick of this shit. I am trying to keep this place clean enough to live in. Does ANYONE else do shit around here? Brian is the only one who does ANYTHING. GUH!
Anywho.... So yesterday, I threw a cricket in for Gedrin's dinner... I check on this cricket later... and there are suddenly two crickets. I open the terrarium to see... and the new cricket (who is pretty damn white-ish for a cricket) runs away and hides in a nook in the tree thing I have in there for Gedrin. The other cricket is still where it was. Lifeless. Not by Gedrin. But the white cricket. It had to have been in there for a week. Gedrin had been acting funny.... for about a week. She didn't move much. After I removed the cannibal cricket, Gedrin seems to be moving about more. Hence, I took the tree thing out.... I lifted up the top... to get the tree out... and Gedrin makes a break for it. She doesn't make it out though. It was kinda funny to see her run. That bitch is FAST! That's what I get for getting an almost fully grown abboreal tarantula. Anywho... I stick a new cricket in there... and it makes its way up to the gap between the background and the lid. I thought it would stay there where it was safe... and have yet another insane-o cricket... but instead, it makes its way TOWARD Gedrin. I thought she ran fast... damn did she jump at it.... while upside down on the lid of the terrarium. It was crazy. That has been the most exciting thing that has made me happy for a while. Is that sad?
So my laptop is STILL getting fixed. The lady called on Monday... and said the hard drive was fucked (which I already knew) and then said it would be done by the next day. Nope. I called.... and it's STILL not ready. She wasn't even there. They only had ONE tech for toshiba. How hard is it to replace a hard drive? Not at all. It would take three seconds! Guh! I hate people! I've been using a desktop computer for a few days now... and I'm getting tired of sitting here to use the damn thing. I want my fucking laptop! |
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[Aug. 16th, 2006|12:32 am] |
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Absolutely ridiculous.... My laptop's hard drive fried like two weeks ago. I sent it in for repair last thursday.... My mother.... is fucking insane. She kept calling me to get that taken care of.... several times. "I paid a lot of money for that thing...." Blah blah blah. "Call me as soon as you hear anything." She sold my fucking CAR to buy the thing.... and promptly bought my sister the same one without any type of collateral from her. If she was really worried about money, she wouldn't have just bought Sonja one. GUH!
I visited my mum on wednesday... and stayed the night. Within the first five minutes of my getting into the car with her on wednesday.... she starts stinging like a jellyfish.... 1) "Did you get your bank statements changed to go to your place?" .... WTF?! She opens up every bit of my mail that gets there. Of course I got them sent here..... finally. 2) "Do you remember Eric? James's neighbor when they lived in Buckley?.... Well, he's really good looking now... and he's going to the seattle art institute... he's going to be a film maker." etc. There was emphasis on the good looking shit... and it was brought up again later that night 3) I mentioned the books I was reading.... and she asked me "Are you just reading those books because you think you should or because you want to?" The books in question being about cult killers and cannibals and such. As if to say that I'm not actually interested in it... and that I'd rather be in medicine... She STILL won't let go of the fact that I don't want to go to fucking med school. 4) "Who's 4runner is that?" Brian's. "Did you convince him to get it?" WTF?! It was his fucking choice to get a new vehicle.... She's got this thing with toyotas.... they are the superior automobile... and hence anyone who doesn't have one is of questionable intellect.
She kept pressuring me to go to my aunt's house warming on the next saturday. I didn't want to deal with it. I didn't want to drive all the way down there just to get angered again. I can do that here. Just talking to her on the phone makes me massively upset. Spending a day with her drove me insane. I've been having even MORE damn nightmares too. Instead of having them just a lot of nights.... I have them almost EVERY night. I always get really wiggy after I wake up from them too. It's not a good thing.... nor a good feeling. |
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