Well I talked about these posts in the beginning of this blog. So like I said before this is posts about crazy shit that happens in my life.
Yesterday I was with my best friend, K. We were at my grammas house...My gramma and sister had gone out to do what they do best - spend other peoples money.
We were sitting around, just talking and playing with the dogs when the phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but I answered anyway, juuust incase it was important! It was my gramma's neighbour, who I will call J in here.
J: Oooh ____ is your gramma home?
Me: Oh no she's not. Want me to take a message?
J: Actually, do you think you could do me a favor? Can you go over to my house, and let Sparky out? My mom is really sick so I had to leave him in the house all day.
Me: Oh yeah no probl-
J: Also could you go into my desk and get Ke__'s number for me? I forgot to take my address book with me, and I need to get ahold of him.
This lady is like seventy years old, and the sweetest woman I have ever met. I have no problem with doing things for her.
Me: Yeah sure no problem J!
J: Okay well just go through the gate, the back doors opened.
So K and I went on an adventure. We went into her house and the smell of rotting instantly hit me in the face. I ignored it, and opened the kitchen door.
I proceeded to get attacked by six birds. I knew J had birds but I never thought that they you know...didn't live in cages.
Also her dog eats birds. So I had to sneak out of the kitchen, into the living room, and leash the dog to drag him through the kitchen and outside. I managed it.
Then two of the birds [who were supposed to be banished to the kitchen] flew into the living room. K and I then had to chase them all over, trying to get them back into the kitchen. Aafter being attacked several more times, I lost my fear of the birds.
Sparky went pee, and I got the phone number, so uh, mission accomplished?
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Ranting and Raving - It's what I do [part six]
You know what REALLY ticks me off?
The new Rogers on Demand. They took off all the good shows and they're just making it confusing. Like you have to go through several different pages before you find what you're looking for. I have such a hard time finding things! [rogers is a cable company here in Canada, I don't know where else it is so I'm just clarifying]
So what ticks me of at this particular moment is...
Number one: Websites and cable companies and all that nonsense, that just HAS to over complicate things. Sometimes, simple is better.
P.S.
Soon I may be making a 'Words of Wisdom' section to this blog :p So stay tuned to hear my precious pieces of pure gold. Aaaaah I's funny :)
The new Rogers on Demand. They took off all the good shows and they're just making it confusing. Like you have to go through several different pages before you find what you're looking for. I have such a hard time finding things! [rogers is a cable company here in Canada, I don't know where else it is so I'm just clarifying]
So what ticks me of at this particular moment is...
Number one: Websites and cable companies and all that nonsense, that just HAS to over complicate things. Sometimes, simple is better.
P.S.
Soon I may be making a 'Words of Wisdom' section to this blog :p So stay tuned to hear my precious pieces of pure gold. Aaaaah I's funny :)
Wow...
You know what is reaaally disgusting?
No?
Fine, I'll tell you.
I have a stepdad. My dad left when I was a baby. Not gonna get too much into that because everyone knows someone who has a dead beat dad. Anyway, with my stepdad obviously came a stepfamily.
So I have an older brother and sister now. That's cool. Well I also have a crapload of aunts, uncles, and cousins.
My one 'uncle' is really creping me out.
An actual blood relative of mine came over today, my cousin. I'll get into the story about her in a moment...
I find her completely unattractive, but apparently my uncle didn't think so. She's like RELATED to him. He just sat there making eyes at the two of us the entire time.
We're eighteen. He's thirty. He has a wife and two kids. That's disgusting! ESPECIALLY BECAUSE WE'RE RELATED! He's so disgusting. He makes me feel really uncomfortable but I can't just go to my parents and say "Okay, I think this guy is like a rapist or something", you know what I mean?
Four nights after prom he came over. Now prom night I was kinda drunk with my friends. Just some celebrating, nothing heavy [and I mean come on, lots of underage people have a drink every now and again]. So I had taken off my stockings and just dropped them under the table. So yeah, four nights after prom this uncle come over.
He finds my stockings on the floor [they're knee highs] and he PULLS ONE OVER HIS HEAD AND SNIFFS IT.
WHAT THE F***?!
He's also a super alcoholic which kind of pisses me off. I mean, we don't have a lot of money. Don't get me wrong, we're not that bad off. But my parents like to have a drink at night. So this guy comes over and finishes four of our beers in like fourty five minutes. He never brings any of his own. Then the other day he was over, he chugged a beer in two minutes while his ride went to take a whiz. It's horrible!!
Now my blood related cousin, who I will call S in this post, is just...ew. Like everytime I see her I get stressed out. Like super stressed out.
The other week she invited me out with her. She told her friend [while I was standing there] that she only invited me out because there was no one else there. She constantly calls me retarded and stupid...even though I'm the one going to college and she's the same age as me but has four more years of high school left.
She bought a bottle of wine and invited me to chill with them. Only they were going to be with some people who I don't like, so I decided to leave. We were in downtown Toronto, in some damn side streets. I had absolutely no idea where we were.
She gives me a long list of directions and then walks away. Left me alone at 11 o'clock in downtown TO on some shady side street. I eventually found my way to the main street and bumped into somebody who lives in my building. He showed me the way to the subway station.
Today when she came over we found a dead bird. She poked it with the arm of her glasses for a while. Five minutes later, she was chewing on that arm. DISGUSTING. S then proceeded to tell me about the massive shit she had last night, and how much it smelt. I really needed to hear that right?
She's always greasy, and she's just getting so fat. She used to be well kept and pretty. Not to say larger people are disgusting looking. Some of the prettiest people I know have big bodies. I don't think body shape is something to be ashamed of. However she's the kind of person who wears the same clothes everyday, is greasy and who wears small clothes for the sake of letting herself hang out. It's just unattractive.
That and while we were at McDonald's having dinner she farted REAAAAALLY loud, then talked about it. In a crowded McD's.
As of right now I'm getting very very depressed. I can't even bring myself to fake smile anymore...everyone in my life sucks. This blog is all I have, and no one reads it anyway. SIGH.
Soon there'll be another 'you know what really ticks me off?' post, so have fun readers who don't exist!
No?
Fine, I'll tell you.
I have a stepdad. My dad left when I was a baby. Not gonna get too much into that because everyone knows someone who has a dead beat dad. Anyway, with my stepdad obviously came a stepfamily.
So I have an older brother and sister now. That's cool. Well I also have a crapload of aunts, uncles, and cousins.
My one 'uncle' is really creping me out.
An actual blood relative of mine came over today, my cousin. I'll get into the story about her in a moment...
I find her completely unattractive, but apparently my uncle didn't think so. She's like RELATED to him. He just sat there making eyes at the two of us the entire time.
We're eighteen. He's thirty. He has a wife and two kids. That's disgusting! ESPECIALLY BECAUSE WE'RE RELATED! He's so disgusting. He makes me feel really uncomfortable but I can't just go to my parents and say "Okay, I think this guy is like a rapist or something", you know what I mean?
Four nights after prom he came over. Now prom night I was kinda drunk with my friends. Just some celebrating, nothing heavy [and I mean come on, lots of underage people have a drink every now and again]. So I had taken off my stockings and just dropped them under the table. So yeah, four nights after prom this uncle come over.
He finds my stockings on the floor [they're knee highs] and he PULLS ONE OVER HIS HEAD AND SNIFFS IT.
WHAT THE F***?!
He's also a super alcoholic which kind of pisses me off. I mean, we don't have a lot of money. Don't get me wrong, we're not that bad off. But my parents like to have a drink at night. So this guy comes over and finishes four of our beers in like fourty five minutes. He never brings any of his own. Then the other day he was over, he chugged a beer in two minutes while his ride went to take a whiz. It's horrible!!
Now my blood related cousin, who I will call S in this post, is just...ew. Like everytime I see her I get stressed out. Like super stressed out.
The other week she invited me out with her. She told her friend [while I was standing there] that she only invited me out because there was no one else there. She constantly calls me retarded and stupid...even though I'm the one going to college and she's the same age as me but has four more years of high school left.
She bought a bottle of wine and invited me to chill with them. Only they were going to be with some people who I don't like, so I decided to leave. We were in downtown Toronto, in some damn side streets. I had absolutely no idea where we were.
She gives me a long list of directions and then walks away. Left me alone at 11 o'clock in downtown TO on some shady side street. I eventually found my way to the main street and bumped into somebody who lives in my building. He showed me the way to the subway station.
Today when she came over we found a dead bird. She poked it with the arm of her glasses for a while. Five minutes later, she was chewing on that arm. DISGUSTING. S then proceeded to tell me about the massive shit she had last night, and how much it smelt. I really needed to hear that right?
She's always greasy, and she's just getting so fat. She used to be well kept and pretty. Not to say larger people are disgusting looking. Some of the prettiest people I know have big bodies. I don't think body shape is something to be ashamed of. However she's the kind of person who wears the same clothes everyday, is greasy and who wears small clothes for the sake of letting herself hang out. It's just unattractive.
That and while we were at McDonald's having dinner she farted REAAAAALLY loud, then talked about it. In a crowded McD's.
As of right now I'm getting very very depressed. I can't even bring myself to fake smile anymore...everyone in my life sucks. This blog is all I have, and no one reads it anyway. SIGH.
Soon there'll be another 'you know what really ticks me off?' post, so have fun readers who don't exist!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Sorry people!
So I'm still going to pretend people read this blog. Anyway, I've been away for well over a month.
THIS IS GOING TO BE A LOOOOONG POST PEOPLE
Recently it's been because I'm always super busy...a few weeks ago it was because I was on a horrific trip in the states. Dial up internet people. I seriously thought that shit was extinct. Anyway I'm going to tell you all a story. Now of course, no one reads this but I DON'T CARE RIGHT NOW :D
Kay so here's a legend for you all:
P = an aunt
B = an uncle
M = another uncle
D1 = a bitch
D2 = an asshole
G1 = 'gramma'
G2 = 'grampa'
So I showed up in the states on oooh...august 29? That was fine. So B and I show up, and P/M aren't home yet. They're still with the G's. Whatever, not so bad. They had car trouble apparently, and were stuck somewhere about 8 hours away. Cool, fine.
Then I'm laying in the bed and whatnot, just chilling. Happy to be out of the car finally. And guess what? FIFTEEN [not a word of a lie, friends] FIFTEEN FRIGGEN FLEAS ON MY LEG!
Turns out P/M didn't tell us they had a 'little bit' of a flea problem.
So they get back finally, and I'm all 'cool'. I don't have my laptop working, cause the cord is broken - I had been on P's computer, hooking up the wireless router B had bought her.
The day after they get home, I ask if I can use her computer. She goes "oh sure". So I use it, and then she's all "OMG YOU CAN'T GO ON THOSE WEBSITES! THEY WILL GIVE ME VIRUSES!"
Her Godson shows up, and she lets him go on the exact same websites that I had SPECIFICALLY been told not to use. Fine. Whatever. I brush it off.
So then my friend from Ohio comes over, cause I've never met her in real life. Yeah, I'm a loser like that. We're chilling one day, and the adults decide to go out. M says, jokingly, "While we're gone, do the laundry, wash the windows, sweep the floor..."
D1 adds in "Oh and do the dishes, the vacuuming..."
Turns out, D1 wasn't joking. When they got back, my friend and I got cussed out. Okay, I don't mind having to do the dishes. I mean, I should contribute too.
However, I've been waiting FOUR YEARS, to meet this friend. So F*** you if you think I'm going to waste my time with her doing your goddamn chores you lazy w****.
So they keep trying to get my friend and I to do stuff, but we don't do it. So on the day of their 'park picnic' [did I mention my hick family lives in a trailer park? Not saying all people who live in trailer parks are hicks!! these people are hicks, and they do live in a trailer park] I twist my ankle.
Do I get any sympathy? No. I mean, it's only the ankle that has a broken toe. So instead of telling me to sit down they keep sending me to their house thingie to fetch stuff for them. I suck it up and do it.
Until I get stung in the other foot by a wasp. Then I'm all "screw that". My friend leaves after three days, and then I'm stuck there alone.
D1 and D2 always sleep with their bedroom door closed. Okay, I have to add in that I only used P's computer to do ONE THING that day. And that was read emails that have NO attachments and are over a year old. So that night, D1 and D2 go to bed. I'm on the laptop, reading emails. Then D2 comes out of the room and says "Either move that computer or get off of it, the lights bugging me."
The ONE night they don't close the door. That day, P had bought my airplane ticket home online. After looking at several different sites...so the next day, she finds two trojans on her laptop and instantly yells at me. Even though she had been on stuff that she has to give her credit card number to. Yeah, okay bitch.
So after a super crappy two weeks there I have to go stay with G1 and G2. B has left by that time, so I'm all alone in this nasty house.
We get to my G1 and G2's house, and guess what they got? FLEAS. And dial up internet. But their flea infestation is soo much worse than P/Ms. All three of their cats have them -0h and their cats are lap cats. Lap cats in the sense that if you don't let them on your lap, they attack you. My right hand is actually scarred because of this :)
G2 leaves the day after we get back to his house, and leaves me with G1. Who I find out is an alcoholic. Who likes making me drive with her.
Then I find mice in the house.
Then I find these big black beetles that bare a resemblence to roaches. F***ING WONDERFUL EH?!?!?!
So the day after we get to her house, G1 makes pork chops. 12 of them. For two people. The day I left -seven days later- they're still in the fridge. Disgusting no?
She didn't cook anymore after that, so I didn't really eat for a week. Why didn't I cook for myself?
There was no food in the house...why didn't I go to the store, you ask? It was five miles away.
Coming back to my nasty, dirty apartment building felt like going home to a four star hotel. Seriously. That's how bad that trip sucked.
Aaaand that's why I wasn't blogging!!
PITY ME D:
Afternote:
Never going there again, I swear to God. I am just staying in my little dirty city for the rest of my life.
THIS IS GOING TO BE A LOOOOONG POST PEOPLE
Recently it's been because I'm always super busy...a few weeks ago it was because I was on a horrific trip in the states. Dial up internet people. I seriously thought that shit was extinct. Anyway I'm going to tell you all a story. Now of course, no one reads this but I DON'T CARE RIGHT NOW :D
Kay so here's a legend for you all:
P = an aunt
B = an uncle
M = another uncle
D1 = a bitch
D2 = an asshole
G1 = 'gramma'
G2 = 'grampa'
So I showed up in the states on oooh...august 29? That was fine. So B and I show up, and P/M aren't home yet. They're still with the G's. Whatever, not so bad. They had car trouble apparently, and were stuck somewhere about 8 hours away. Cool, fine.
Then I'm laying in the bed and whatnot, just chilling. Happy to be out of the car finally. And guess what? FIFTEEN [not a word of a lie, friends] FIFTEEN FRIGGEN FLEAS ON MY LEG!
Turns out P/M didn't tell us they had a 'little bit' of a flea problem.
So they get back finally, and I'm all 'cool'. I don't have my laptop working, cause the cord is broken - I had been on P's computer, hooking up the wireless router B had bought her.
The day after they get home, I ask if I can use her computer. She goes "oh sure". So I use it, and then she's all "OMG YOU CAN'T GO ON THOSE WEBSITES! THEY WILL GIVE ME VIRUSES!"
Her Godson shows up, and she lets him go on the exact same websites that I had SPECIFICALLY been told not to use. Fine. Whatever. I brush it off.
So then my friend from Ohio comes over, cause I've never met her in real life. Yeah, I'm a loser like that. We're chilling one day, and the adults decide to go out. M says, jokingly, "While we're gone, do the laundry, wash the windows, sweep the floor..."
D1 adds in "Oh and do the dishes, the vacuuming..."
Turns out, D1 wasn't joking. When they got back, my friend and I got cussed out. Okay, I don't mind having to do the dishes. I mean, I should contribute too.
However, I've been waiting FOUR YEARS, to meet this friend. So F*** you if you think I'm going to waste my time with her doing your goddamn chores you lazy w****.
So they keep trying to get my friend and I to do stuff, but we don't do it. So on the day of their 'park picnic' [did I mention my hick family lives in a trailer park? Not saying all people who live in trailer parks are hicks!! these people are hicks, and they do live in a trailer park] I twist my ankle.
Do I get any sympathy? No. I mean, it's only the ankle that has a broken toe. So instead of telling me to sit down they keep sending me to their house thingie to fetch stuff for them. I suck it up and do it.
Until I get stung in the other foot by a wasp. Then I'm all "screw that". My friend leaves after three days, and then I'm stuck there alone.
D1 and D2 always sleep with their bedroom door closed. Okay, I have to add in that I only used P's computer to do ONE THING that day. And that was read emails that have NO attachments and are over a year old. So that night, D1 and D2 go to bed. I'm on the laptop, reading emails. Then D2 comes out of the room and says "Either move that computer or get off of it, the lights bugging me."
The ONE night they don't close the door. That day, P had bought my airplane ticket home online. After looking at several different sites...so the next day, she finds two trojans on her laptop and instantly yells at me. Even though she had been on stuff that she has to give her credit card number to. Yeah, okay bitch.
So after a super crappy two weeks there I have to go stay with G1 and G2. B has left by that time, so I'm all alone in this nasty house.
We get to my G1 and G2's house, and guess what they got? FLEAS. And dial up internet. But their flea infestation is soo much worse than P/Ms. All three of their cats have them -0h and their cats are lap cats. Lap cats in the sense that if you don't let them on your lap, they attack you. My right hand is actually scarred because of this :)
G2 leaves the day after we get back to his house, and leaves me with G1. Who I find out is an alcoholic. Who likes making me drive with her.
Then I find mice in the house.
Then I find these big black beetles that bare a resemblence to roaches. F***ING WONDERFUL EH?!?!?!
So the day after we get to her house, G1 makes pork chops. 12 of them. For two people. The day I left -seven days later- they're still in the fridge. Disgusting no?
She didn't cook anymore after that, so I didn't really eat for a week. Why didn't I cook for myself?
There was no food in the house...why didn't I go to the store, you ask? It was five miles away.
Coming back to my nasty, dirty apartment building felt like going home to a four star hotel. Seriously. That's how bad that trip sucked.
Aaaand that's why I wasn't blogging!!
PITY ME D:
Afternote:
Never going there again, I swear to God. I am just staying in my little dirty city for the rest of my life.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Ranting and Raving - It's what I do [part five]
You know what really ticks me off?
Waiting.
I can't stand it. That's not to say I'm impatient - I can sit there and knit or do embroidery patterns. I'm not impatient. I just hate waiting.
It makes me nervous. Especially about big things...big things that involve other people. Other people who may very well hate you.
Today though, there's two things that really tick me off.
The first was of course, waiting. The second one is people who think they know everything.
I can't stand people who think they know everything. I may come off as a know it all to people meet me face to face, but usually it's just because I know lots of small, meaningless, trivial facts. I like my useless facts. Like how panda's can't digest bamboo properly. I'm never going to use that in life but it's fun to know.
However some people have to insist they know everything about anything and that they. are. right.
I find that ninety percent of the time that no - no they're not right. At all.
So the things that really tick me off here are
Number One: Waiting. Waiting makes me nervous, it stresses me out. When I get stressed I get mean. I don't LIKE being mean! [that's a lie and all my friends know it, haha]
Number Two: People who think they know everything. Those arseholes really need to get over themselves. Seriously.
Waiting.
I can't stand it. That's not to say I'm impatient - I can sit there and knit or do embroidery patterns. I'm not impatient. I just hate waiting.
It makes me nervous. Especially about big things...big things that involve other people. Other people who may very well hate you.
Today though, there's two things that really tick me off.
The first was of course, waiting. The second one is people who think they know everything.
I can't stand people who think they know everything. I may come off as a know it all to people meet me face to face, but usually it's just because I know lots of small, meaningless, trivial facts. I like my useless facts. Like how panda's can't digest bamboo properly. I'm never going to use that in life but it's fun to know.
However some people have to insist they know everything about anything and that they. are. right.
I find that ninety percent of the time that no - no they're not right. At all.
So the things that really tick me off here are
Number One: Waiting. Waiting makes me nervous, it stresses me out. When I get stressed I get mean. I don't LIKE being mean! [that's a lie and all my friends know it, haha]
Number Two: People who think they know everything. Those arseholes really need to get over themselves. Seriously.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Bingo!
So after reading and watching a lot of random crap, I think I'm going to get pet pigeons.
Yes, pigeons.
They're cute, and can get just as [if not more so] trained and affectionate as any dog. Plus they do require less work, and as a student going to college I'm going to need something that loves me but doesn't need me there 24/7.
Yes. Pet pigeons, and hedgehogs. Gosh I have strange pets.
Yes, pigeons.
They're cute, and can get just as [if not more so] trained and affectionate as any dog. Plus they do require less work, and as a student going to college I'm going to need something that loves me but doesn't need me there 24/7.
Yes. Pet pigeons, and hedgehogs. Gosh I have strange pets.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Ranting and Raving - It's what I do [part four]
You know what REALLY ticks me off?
Going to a nice house, expecting to be welcomed and loved -- and then finding FLEAS.
I just got to where I'm supposed to be and they have friggen fleas. The bastards are jumping all over me, and I can't find and OFF or flea spray anywhere.
God this ticks me off. For really.
Going to a nice house, expecting to be welcomed and loved -- and then finding FLEAS.
I just got to where I'm supposed to be and they have friggen fleas. The bastards are jumping all over me, and I can't find and OFF or flea spray anywhere.
God this ticks me off. For really.
Ranting and Raving - It's what I do [part three]
You know what REALLY ticks me off?
The Canadian law system.
Now I'm saying this as a Canuck that's taken law classes, and who has read through the criminal code once or twice. I'm not saying that Canada's a crappy country - we have it better than most. I'm proud to be Canadian, and I love it here. I don't believe in the death penalty or anything like that.
I just really wish that the law system was a bit...harsher. A lot of the time rapists get less time than pot heads. It doesn't make logical sense. And really, a lot of the criminal code is sort of um...half-assed backwards.
For example the criminal code distinctly says that a fetus is not considered human until it breathes its first breath of air; However, if one were to punch a pregnant woman in the stomach and kill her unborn child they would be charged with murder. Not that anyone should punch a woman in the stomach anyway, but still. It contradicts itself intensely. That just happens to be one of the ones that stick out in my head the most.
Another thing too - we can only get a life sentence. Which is only 25 years. And you can try for parole after about 10 years. Meaning that serial killers only have to stay in for twenty five years...unless at the end of your life sentence they turn around and retry you for another murder.
People under 18 can't be tried as adults. While I do agree with protecting our youth, I do believe that anyone over the age of 12 should know that murder and other such things are bad. Not good. Bad. Things you shouldn't do. We need to be more strict with our kids, if we want them to get the point.
If the Canadian law system were a bit harsher, I think our crime rate would cut down.
So the things here that REALLY tick me off are
Number One: Law systems that contradict themselves. It makes people able to go back to the supreme court and fight their sentences, and really they should if the system is that twisted. And
Number Two: Being too soft on people that pose a threat so society. I thought that the overall well being of society as a whole was more important than just one person?
And that's what really ticks me off today. [you guys shouldn't watch the news, it tends to make people aaaangry]
The Canadian law system.
Now I'm saying this as a Canuck that's taken law classes, and who has read through the criminal code once or twice. I'm not saying that Canada's a crappy country - we have it better than most. I'm proud to be Canadian, and I love it here. I don't believe in the death penalty or anything like that.
I just really wish that the law system was a bit...harsher. A lot of the time rapists get less time than pot heads. It doesn't make logical sense. And really, a lot of the criminal code is sort of um...half-assed backwards.
For example the criminal code distinctly says that a fetus is not considered human until it breathes its first breath of air; However, if one were to punch a pregnant woman in the stomach and kill her unborn child they would be charged with murder. Not that anyone should punch a woman in the stomach anyway, but still. It contradicts itself intensely. That just happens to be one of the ones that stick out in my head the most.
Another thing too - we can only get a life sentence. Which is only 25 years. And you can try for parole after about 10 years. Meaning that serial killers only have to stay in for twenty five years...unless at the end of your life sentence they turn around and retry you for another murder.
People under 18 can't be tried as adults. While I do agree with protecting our youth, I do believe that anyone over the age of 12 should know that murder and other such things are bad. Not good. Bad. Things you shouldn't do. We need to be more strict with our kids, if we want them to get the point.
If the Canadian law system were a bit harsher, I think our crime rate would cut down.
So the things here that REALLY tick me off are
Number One: Law systems that contradict themselves. It makes people able to go back to the supreme court and fight their sentences, and really they should if the system is that twisted. And
Number Two: Being too soft on people that pose a threat so society. I thought that the overall well being of society as a whole was more important than just one person?
And that's what really ticks me off today. [you guys shouldn't watch the news, it tends to make people aaaangry]
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Random Post [part two]
Hi people who don't actually read this blog...who probably never will. I've decided to stop smoking. I don't think I'm going to have a big problem with it, but I dunno. I may! However I have no money, and if I don't have any smokes I won't have any choice.
Soo I'm just going to give my smokes to my mom. I'll be gone tomorrow, so no temptations to ask her for any back. I'm good now, right? Anyway, wish me luck!
Does anyone have any bad habits they've tried to kick? Stories can go in comments, it'll be good.
Soo I'm just going to give my smokes to my mom. I'll be gone tomorrow, so no temptations to ask her for any back. I'm good now, right? Anyway, wish me luck!
Does anyone have any bad habits they've tried to kick? Stories can go in comments, it'll be good.
Ranting and Raving - It's what I do [part two]
You know what REALLY ticks me off?
Constantly getting ragged on for being a 'lazy teenager' who needs to get a job [despite the fact that I'm doing way to much traveling to even be considered for hire] when I have an arse of a brother who's almost a decade older than I am, living on the couch. Yes, on the couch. No he doesn't have a room - there's no space. He lives on our bloody couch. He sleeps there all the time.
You can't have people over because he gets pissed off when you watch tv. He smokes other people's cigarettes, eats their food, doesn't do any chores, and hardly works. [it all depends on if he gets up in time for what the temp agency gives him]
But listen to this guys...listen. This is priceless: I'm the lazy one. I'm a full time student. I do dishes, laundry, kitty litter, grocery shopping and hell, sometimes I cook.
But I'm lazy. Because I don't have a job. HELLO family! I have school to worry about. I don't have the energy to work!
So I guess the things that tick me off here are
Number One: Lazy arsehole brothers who boss you around and make fun of you when they're high school drop outs with absolutely no ambitions in life
Number Two: Arsehole parents who enjoy pointing out your flaws even though you do twice as much as half the people who live in the house. PUT TOGETHER!!!!!
Sorry for like, my fourth post of the day but DAMN this really ticks me off.
Constantly getting ragged on for being a 'lazy teenager' who needs to get a job [despite the fact that I'm doing way to much traveling to even be considered for hire] when I have an arse of a brother who's almost a decade older than I am, living on the couch. Yes, on the couch. No he doesn't have a room - there's no space. He lives on our bloody couch. He sleeps there all the time.
You can't have people over because he gets pissed off when you watch tv. He smokes other people's cigarettes, eats their food, doesn't do any chores, and hardly works. [it all depends on if he gets up in time for what the temp agency gives him]
But listen to this guys...listen. This is priceless: I'm the lazy one. I'm a full time student. I do dishes, laundry, kitty litter, grocery shopping and hell, sometimes I cook.
But I'm lazy. Because I don't have a job. HELLO family! I have school to worry about. I don't have the energy to work!
So I guess the things that tick me off here are
Number One: Lazy arsehole brothers who boss you around and make fun of you when they're high school drop outs with absolutely no ambitions in life
Number Two: Arsehole parents who enjoy pointing out your flaws even though you do twice as much as half the people who live in the house. PUT TOGETHER!!!!!
Sorry for like, my fourth post of the day but DAMN this really ticks me off.
Random Post [part one]
Yeah okay, I know. I'm posting too much for one day. But I'm bored, and the blog is here for me to talk to. Soo I guess I'm going to spam my own blog.
Tomorrow morning I'm going to the states. Just for a few weeks, though. I'm a canuck and no before anyone asks - I do NOT live in an igloo :P I'm going to the US for some back to school shopping and to visit some friends of the family. Some fun stuff.
I'm also going to meet a girl who I've known online for a looong time. I happen to believe her mother hates me and would like me to get hit by a bus, or drown in a bucket of chocolate milk. My friend enjoys telling me that her mother doesn't hate me, just blamed me for some bull that happened...
Thing is, I'm scared guys o.o Okay well not like, really scared. Just nervous. I mean what do you say to someone who you've never met in person before? We've talked and done video chats, and spent countless hours on the phone so it shouldn't be too difficult. However meeting someone is still different than doing all of those things...I dunno I have five days to get ready.
So someone tell me...
The green dress or the tights and red mini-dress? [joking - no one reads this thing anyway. doubt anyone ever will :(]
Tomorrow morning I'm going to the states. Just for a few weeks, though. I'm a canuck and no before anyone asks - I do NOT live in an igloo :P I'm going to the US for some back to school shopping and to visit some friends of the family. Some fun stuff.
I'm also going to meet a girl who I've known online for a looong time. I happen to believe her mother hates me and would like me to get hit by a bus, or drown in a bucket of chocolate milk. My friend enjoys telling me that her mother doesn't hate me, just blamed me for some bull that happened...
Thing is, I'm scared guys o.o Okay well not like, really scared. Just nervous. I mean what do you say to someone who you've never met in person before? We've talked and done video chats, and spent countless hours on the phone so it shouldn't be too difficult. However meeting someone is still different than doing all of those things...I dunno I have five days to get ready.
So someone tell me...
The green dress or the tights and red mini-dress? [joking - no one reads this thing anyway. doubt anyone ever will :(]
Ranting and Raving - It's what I do [part one]
You know what REALLY ticks me off?
People who constantly change their plans.It's like, dude. Stick to your bloody plans. Or better yet - people who don't tell you that they've changed their plans. I have this one friend who absolutely loooves to make big important plans. Said friend also loves to not show up on the day of those plans.
Who the hell invites someone out, and then doesn't show up at the meeting place? Like hellooo you dumb shit. You could have at least called me. I mean, that would have been the polite thing to do. Or you know, not have invited me at all. Seriously.
"Oh yeah, hey, I'm going here and here tomorrow, come with? I'll meet you at ______ at ______ time, okay?"
Then there's me, dressed nice and standing at the meeting place looking like a complete and total arse because someone decided that Oooh I don't feel like going today...I think I'm going to go another day.
Poor me, I was left looking like a total monkey. I bet half the people who walked by were thinking "Oh, that poor girl. She probably had a date with some cute guy, and he stood her up."
Okay, so the two things here that really tick me off -
Number One: Asshole friends who make and break plans without letting you know that they've broken them and
Number Two: Idiot people on the street who like to pity people they don't know about. Get over it okay guys? Like seriously, stop thinking shit up about people you see walking around. I'm not a poor girl who got stood up by a guy...I'm just a poor girl who got stood up by a friend. Big difference people. Biiig difference.
And that my friends is what really ticks me off today...Or well, y'know...what really ticks me off right now. I'm sure it'll change in about fifteen minutes [like my friends plans for the day.]
People who constantly change their plans.It's like, dude. Stick to your bloody plans. Or better yet - people who don't tell you that they've changed their plans. I have this one friend who absolutely loooves to make big important plans. Said friend also loves to not show up on the day of those plans.
Who the hell invites someone out, and then doesn't show up at the meeting place? Like hellooo you dumb shit. You could have at least called me. I mean, that would have been the polite thing to do. Or you know, not have invited me at all. Seriously.
"Oh yeah, hey, I'm going here and here tomorrow, come with? I'll meet you at ______ at ______ time, okay?"
Then there's me, dressed nice and standing at the meeting place looking like a complete and total arse because someone decided that Oooh I don't feel like going today...I think I'm going to go another day.
Poor me, I was left looking like a total monkey. I bet half the people who walked by were thinking "Oh, that poor girl. She probably had a date with some cute guy, and he stood her up."
Okay, so the two things here that really tick me off -
Number One: Asshole friends who make and break plans without letting you know that they've broken them and
Number Two: Idiot people on the street who like to pity people they don't know about. Get over it okay guys? Like seriously, stop thinking shit up about people you see walking around. I'm not a poor girl who got stood up by a guy...I'm just a poor girl who got stood up by a friend. Big difference people. Biiig difference.
And that my friends is what really ticks me off today...Or well, y'know...what really ticks me off right now. I'm sure it'll change in about fifteen minutes [like my friends plans for the day.]
Introduction
Hey dudes and dudettes. This is my blog "You know what REALLY ticks me off?" You guys can call me Moony, or Moody depending on the day and what side of the bed I've woken up on ;)
My blog is mostly about things that annoy me. So here's a breakdown of what you'll find -
Posts titled "Ranting and Raving - It's what I do" are posts about me, well...ranting and raving. There you'll more than likely find a paragraph or twenty about something that's happened that really annoyed me. It may have annoyed the hell out of me, but it may make you laugh a bit, who knows. Read 'em anyway. Comments are soo welcome. You can flame me, agree with me, or give me your opinion on what I've been ranting about. Sharing stories is totally a plus too.
Posts titled "My life should be a tv show" are posts about the crazy crap that's happened in my life. Again a paragraph or twenty, these ones will probably be amusing. Or you'll pity me after seeing what I have to put up with :P Either way you're getting some sort of entertainment out of it. Comments will be loved - yes, yes even flames.
Anything else you find will be pieces of writing I've posted that have nothing to do with me, or my life. Read 'em or don't - it's aaaaall up to you.
If anyone finds any spelling errors, feel free to tell me about those and I'll be sure to fix 'em up right away. Ditto with gramatical errors...although most likely it won't be an actual error rather than the funked up slang I tend to use :P
My blog is mostly about things that annoy me. So here's a breakdown of what you'll find -
Posts titled "Ranting and Raving - It's what I do" are posts about me, well...ranting and raving. There you'll more than likely find a paragraph or twenty about something that's happened that really annoyed me. It may have annoyed the hell out of me, but it may make you laugh a bit, who knows. Read 'em anyway. Comments are soo welcome. You can flame me, agree with me, or give me your opinion on what I've been ranting about. Sharing stories is totally a plus too.
Posts titled "My life should be a tv show" are posts about the crazy crap that's happened in my life. Again a paragraph or twenty, these ones will probably be amusing. Or you'll pity me after seeing what I have to put up with :P Either way you're getting some sort of entertainment out of it. Comments will be loved - yes, yes even flames.
Anything else you find will be pieces of writing I've posted that have nothing to do with me, or my life. Read 'em or don't - it's aaaaall up to you.
If anyone finds any spelling errors, feel free to tell me about those and I'll be sure to fix 'em up right away. Ditto with gramatical errors...although most likely it won't be an actual error rather than the funked up slang I tend to use :P
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