OKay then

Fine, I came back to this hotspot to pay some bills using a pre-paid card so no one steals my money and I've uploaded it. Like as previously stated it sucks. Have fun watching it. Art is harder than I thought, specially when you delay it so much that you feel obligated to just get it done whatever the cost. I actually had fun doing it though. More will not-so-soon follow. But because I have no more schooling left do to problems, and since work has actually kept my hours the same, I have more time to work on these stupid projects so maybe it will take less than 3-4 months to do.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sk_qYxQa2Sg&feature=youtu.be


Never again will I upload a 2 minute video at a hotspot in town. Takes nearly an hour.

Internet issues

So I've been without internet for several weeks now and it looks like it will continue that way. Unfortunately, I am at a Wi-Fi hotspot and am just trying to do a few things before going home. It will be delayed until further notice. It is done, I just have no means in which to deliver, and no I didn't think about it at the time right before work. Thank you and sorry for the delay.

Truth time

been playing video games. Some problems did occur that could not be helped, but mostly the video games. Once assassin's creed is beaten with all achievements made, I shall continue. That and the help of another would be most appreciated once we can find time for him as well.

and so

Problems have become more and more. I shall, however, delay it possibly one month though I will try my hardest to get it done by the original date.

So

Had some problems, was on with tech support for a few hours, but now, now is not the time I am finished with that project. But, if it helps, I have finished the main part, which sucks, and am in the process of another one and am finishing the last few touches to the first one while the second one is like a frame and a half. works well together.

October

October, November, December. I can't quite remember when, but I'm sure I meant December a few months back and it's coming closer and closer. A few more details to add. A few more sounds. A few more everything and it shall be completed. Or half way completed with a chance to show off it's horrid attributes.

art

I am so close to being finished with just the animation part of this art project. I am so tired of creating each individual frame, which is much easier now than before I went to visit Danniel, which I'm not even sure I am spelling his name out right. I have also been walking around recording random sounds and such for it for now.

I have not painted in a year. I have been writing a lot more than before though. Actually, if I can get through this commercial thing, I may be able to do more animations because now, it's like there are not so many restrictions. If I can just get through the last four pieces to this, I'll be happy. It's just getting boring now. Good part is, as I draw, I can add or change anything I want at that point in time. I don't need to follow a strict story-line, I can even change the color any time I want. I don't care. Amazing.

Anyways, like I was explaining or wasn't explaining, I am doing this because I have free time. I don't go out drinking or doing drugs or having sex with tons of random different people so I do something else. I will admit, however, the thing does look so much better when I do have a few drinks.

Saying it

I'm noticing a lot more sex in music videos. It's nice and all, but what about the violence, the blood, the gore. I want more violent ones. And some of those music videos with sex and sexual content within them don't make any sense as to the lyrics of the song. Well, in a weird and twisted sense it does, but it doesn't.   More violence! More please, now. Thank you.

I have one, maybe a sexual scene where violence happens because some one came in and killed them because in actuality that man was married to the woman who was cheating on him with another man, or woman. Or, maybe after the violence then comes the sex. I don't know. just more violence. And I want some sad songs, the type that make me cry or want to cry. I want to see a really sad music video, more of those too. Maybe add all three factors.

Nothing to report......

Well now

Public places include many different settings. Settings in which many different conversations should not take place, even though common sense would play a factor in it by stopping some from speaking as such. Unfortunately, some people just don't understand that people hear certain things, and people tend to repeat these little conversations and such.

Yes, some people would claim that a conversation, being heard all the way clear across the store (small store mind you) that it was a private conversation. Such as a woman who was telling her four year old that cigarettes are good right at the sales counter, then when you say "what?" she would say "this is a private conversation". This would not be a private conversation in my opinion, specially in a public place, saying it loud enough for people around to hear and for the cameras as well.

I especially love it when a teen asks their parent to buy them alcohol then when I deny it, they start to argue with me because apparently, I'm not legally allowed to deny them alcohol because they are the ones buying it.

Off tomorrow, going to do basically nothing, wake up at 4am, going to, okay, well since it's been a while, here's a picture:

 

I call it Crap, just crap. Amazing.

2 years and 2 months

I have been working at my current job for 2 years and four months. I've had vacation days of nearly 8 days all together and a personal day, which they made into my day off so it didn't really count. I have never called in sick, though I have tried once and they said no and I even get called in when people call out sick, or I work extra hours on days I already work even if they don't call out sick and expect me to just stay there extra and do whatever they ask. I like my job at times and other time I hate it. I get yelled at by people constantly. I got accused of stealing money by some guy I just met today, he says I did this to him on many occasions and yelled at me for two minutes. I think that certain people, think us women all look the same.

So, to explain as to the reason why I haven't finished that project is simple. I working. I no longer go to school but I work. I thought, when they said my hours would be cut, they would be cut. Not split up amongst 7 days a week. soon I shall be full time at 5 days a week, but even then I may end up working more days a week and more than I am suppose to. That is why I gave myself 5 months, since the end of July, to complete it. I am hoping that I can make that deadline not that I will be up at 3am and will get home around 3pm very soon. So hopefully I will have a few hours after 3pm to work on the project which, if my hours did get cut, would have taken only a month to complete because of how crappy the drawing and the animation is. Thank you and good night.

05/09/13

Yet another post about stuff. Well, still a few months left and already I've completed several scenes, like 2 or 3, for that thing I was or will put up online. Ever since that animation was posted, I found how easy it was to post random crap on youtube so might as well show it off. nothing else to report.

Complain

I'm tired, my feet hurt, I'm hungry. I have no clue what else to do right now. Purchased my first 36-pack ever, not for me though, for some one else.

I have nothing much to add except, thank god there's rain. Haven't had it rain like that in years, which is why it was so bad. Rained five minutes, turned the road into a river, deep river, left about a foot of mud. Awesome. And it's still raining, even better.

Oh, got some more done on that crappy thing I was creating and will maybe get done by December, if not, at least I can put up what I have and say "Yay done". and act like it's done when it's really not.

Anyways, only complaining because I feel like if everyone else can, I can too. I think I got a good complaint. Those darn people who create ups got rid of those large cups. You know, like those 54ounce and 64ounce cups for soda. What the hell man! I want my extra ounces of soda, why punish me for others fault in drinking too much and stuff? Oh, and I want my doughnut back. You know, that kind with that coconut on it, well it was more like a bread pastry, a flat bread with cream and coconut shavings on top. Which technically it was a health food, but they got rid of it in the store out here. Those bastards. And I want all these people, well around 60% of these people, all those who moved out here in the past four years since they made the highway a four lane allowing people to come here. AND, I want those large thing of nachos back, they made it smaller and kept the price the same, so basically I pay four dollars for a small amount of chips. I don't even drink soda, I drink the iced tea, but still. And I only get the nachos for the cheese sauce and jalapeños, I Love my cheese. But that bread pastry, I have not gone back to that store since they stopped making it. Those bastards!

We should riot and get our 64ounce cups back. I mean there are riots for some of the stupidest things now a days, why not about cups. Bring back out 64s!!!

Caca Doodle Do on me VI (He named it)

We have paired together to bring you an exclusive into the mindset of myself and another. Mine is set into explosions and such, while his is, well, you'll know. Anyways, since I was too lazy to make it into a motion picture, yet, I left it as just an animation until the time is right to post it up on youtube. Which I will, and it will be amazing. Anyways, here it is, the moment you have all been waiting for, until the time comes for something else.  Oh yeah, and his link to his video is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-fmitxc2gc&nomobile=1

He's almost a genius. Okay, he is a genius, he did it all in mspaint and windows movie maker. I need all these fancy equipment and such for mine to work, like pain and animation shop, and windows movie maker if I can ever figure out how the hell to use it.

That Does it

I am still working on my project for you all, which is basically no one, to see. As well as coming up with ideas and such for other things which will leave anyone who sees them very disappointed. Yes, very. I hope you all are very disappointed in it.

Now, I am currently looking into certain equipment because a few months ago I said to myself "I swear if one more grown adult comes in here and acts like a four year old I'm getting spy gear" well guess what, I am getting equipment once the prices come down or something happens which escalates matters. I am tired of these people coming in and acting like children. They're grown adults. Why do grown adults act like children? I'm tired of it. I know people already do it, which is why I'm going to. If people don't want cameras everywhere watching their every move, then they should blame those people who mess it up for the good ones. Those bastards.

yay

I have every element needed except talent. And the right software in order to create the movie thing. My software sucks.

Okay

So, I finished a small portion of what I've been creating. Yes, it sucks, and yes it's not an actual show or commercial or anything, and yes anyone could do it. But I figure I could show off this small portion to what I have been creating. I found it's actually easy to animate butterflies, but not people. Cars are somewhat easier too. It sucks. That's it. Several more months left but I am willing to show off what I've got. I think you'll, or hopefully you will, understand a small portion or what this will get to.

Several Days

So it's been nearly two weeks since I started to try and finish this little thing I began to create in college. I am nowhere near done with even the first few seconds of it. It needed to all be redone. Animation is much harder than I thought it would be or even remember it being. But I did go from working three hours on one frame to only 20 minutes after I figured out all the little tricks and such needed in order to speed up the process. I think It might actually take the full five months or so to complete since I only have the basics for five seconds, and I want to try and make it to around 20-30 seconds otherwise it would look like hell, and it wouldn't make any sense.

Work has been calling me in much more lately, so I get maybe a few hours a day on average to work on this project. As a matter of fact, I still write, but not as much I have been. Trying to draw and such is much more fun right now. I forgot how much I like to draw and paint and just create images. Takes me away from what's really bothering me. Totally awesome.

Ah Yes

I went down to get some supplies to do my own oil change for once in a few years. Still can't do it, had to return the plastic ramps because they bowed under the weight of my car. The guy said they should hold up, but I'm alright with that auto part store. At least they don't argue with me about the size of my motor.

Anyways, the project. I forgot how fun it was to use, or rather, try to use the functions I want off my software. It's been several years, but I can give a little peak as to what I have created. Which, by the way, sucks because I created it in a haste to try and remember how to do these things.

Lol, Butterfly. Awesome.

Project

Tried using my other computer for online stuff, doesn't work. Apparently everything is blocked on it, including my e-mail. Keeps telling me that the site is not secure, then it asks me a few times if I am sure I wish to continue. Annoying.

Anyways, working on a new project. I have been creating something on my computer which sucks, but I will be placing it up on here in, well let's say within a year. I am no good at making deadlines because I know I will never complete them. Especially those in which I gain or lose nothing from. I woke up only to find and star it, and now that I have a part of it done, I shall continue on with the work and hopefully force one of my friends to help me. I have, three seconds done. Actually, those three seconds are from what I did over a year ago, and I figure, why not finish it.

I did those three seconds for a college project. It was originally done then, but now, I might as well create a story to it. Seems fun. Until then, or earlier.

Sometimes within the year. I have five months. I will never complete it. Damn. I can still try. Good Night.

Coins

I've been going through all my coins and such and playing with them, only because I wanted to know how much money I have just in case anything happens. Anyways, I found a nickel from 1932. I am excited. I bet it is worth nothing.

I've been going through all my stuff in my room and I have not been able to find what I'm looking for. I'm going to look for a new job or something. I just, I don't mind being trained for assistant and such, even they're exited to train me but I don't like all the new stuff I am going to need to do.

White Wine

White Wine or rather the pink one, lol, is awesome. My favorite wine ever. Found something that I could drink on occasion that I actually like. Also, turns out, it's okay to have a creepy obsession with a cop who I know more about than anyone else that I have met at work, even my coworkers.

Is it weird that I have noticed that most cops out here are blond and white. I'd say about 90% of them are.

I don't know what's going on in life. How can one ask if he wants coffee and he doesn't show up to work when I am ready to ask. I am so unhappy. Yet happy and content. What is there to do?

Anyways. I want to find someone that can care for me. Anyways. I want to find my CD and my MP3, and I want to fix my dresser, one of the drawers broke, and I want to play my bass. I want a man who loves me for me. Is that too much to ask?

Anyways. His name, oh my god, one I could say over and over. Amazingly brilliant.

A little drunk, going to go out and walk around in the dark of night looking for snakes and stuff. Will be adding things to this later on maybe tomorrow, or this morning or something, I don't know. Bye. And hi And stuff.

Update

Still can't find my CD, but I did find the laptop I put the music onto for my MP3 player. I get to listen to my favorite songs. Well, every song I like is my favorite. Depends on the day and what I want to listen to. Now, to find that CD that I hope I didn't leave in my car. in this heat, that would suck. Actually I don't think I ever mentioned losing a CD in any of my posts or anything. Just trying to engage in this whole online thing. Oh, now I need to find my MP3. Yeah, I need to get my things organized, go through all my boxes that are full.

I'm quite certain it is in one of those plastic containers that contains all my paperwork. I  hope so, I loved that CD, and that was the fourth MP3 I've had to buy. I need to learn not to break my stuff.

Book

Well, now that I have reorganized my writings. I moved it all from different notebooks and random papers to one large book that I sewn together myself. Now I just need to get the short stories and such off my smaller laptop and then put them into that book. I've only filled up 95 pages of 500 which is good. Means I have more pages to fill. That and reading those short stories I wrote over the course of time has been helpful. That is because I end up writing something new within that book. I just need to learn to title the writings or something.

I have nothing interested to write here.

Something new

I remember many, many different things.

I was afraid of the police for many years, not because of anything my parents did, or anything I saw or heard on television. In my case, when I was four, almost five, I had a babysitter who's husband was a cop. I would be handcuffed to the closet quite frequently by both, and after a while when they learned my hands were too small for the handcuffs (my hands would just slip right out) they began locking me within the closet.

That's just one of the many babysitters I had when my father called himself a "stay-at-home-dad".

Anyways, I'm not afraid of police anymore. Took several years and a trip to the police station where I got a teddy bear before I saw them differently. I was seven at the time. Now, I see them as people since they're always coming into the place I work. Seriously, most of them are just as annoying as those other freaks, except they actually don't trash the store.

Bassically

Bassically-- I've been a little depressed about everything that has been going on right now. No more school, no boyfriend because I'm afraid of men, my work pay sucks and they cut my hours, I can't find any other job who would pay me enough to be able to get a house. I don't drink or do drugs and everyone I know does this so why hang out with people when I don't want to partake in anything they want to do. Most of my friends are married with children already and I feel like I need something more. We talk, we just don't do anything because we have nothing in common. I have two best friends, one who is not allowed to talk to me because his wife doesn't let him, and one best friend who's too high on meth to listen to my problems or help me out when I need her. Only one friend I have I can actually talk and relate to. I'm at the point of my life where I want something more out of it and I can't get it.

Then today, I learned one of my best workers is thinking about leaving the company and in return I get three of the shittiest employees now. I think I need a break from all this shit that's happening.

Luckily, my friend only sleeps a few hours a day and we're talking about all the shit that's happening in life. Life will get better, it always does.

Wonder

Ever wrote something, as as you reread it, it becomes apparent that the entire text is too much, yet you add more to it because it needs more, not less. I have rewrote this several times and each time, I just add more to it.

I'm currently working on just the introduction, I think. I didn't add in the normal things like breaks in it. I forgot to write where the chapters are actually. I have an idea, just did not do it. Yeah. Anyways, up late, nothing really to do, so. Whatever.

Well now

Either I got a virus doing what most every does online or I clicked something I wasn't suppose to. Anyways, thinking this laptop was broken for sure, I went in search of one of my old ones, which turns out one of them wasn't truly broken. I should have looked into it more carefully. My plug for it, for some reason, is broken and since I have no battery for it, that was why it wouldn't turn on. Should have been the first thing to consider before buying a new one, yes. Anyways, it just turns out that I'm an idiot and not exactly cursed when it comes to technology. Things are looking up for me. I don't know what to do with the other one. Maybe I'll go back to that one and place this one away for later, for stuff, I don't know. I'm excited right now.

Maybe my cell phones and my calculators were not really broken either. Amazing.

Today

As much as I would love to blame the heat and the humidity, and complain about it, I don't see a point. There are many out there already doing so and I am okay with that. Unless they start bitching and complaining about it when I'm at work, which is annoying. That's why I hide in the backroom as much as possible, getting away from all those people.

It's a nice day, high humidity because of clouds circling the area, and might I add only 103 degrees Fahrenheit. (They say it was suppose to get up to 113, I doubt it)  Then there is a soft breeze in the air.

It is quite hard to think clearly right now with nothing more than a box fan to cool me off, and a nice warm shower.

The reason why I have been updating this blog is to try and do something on a frequent basis. I usually start a project and never finish it, except for my book that I created with my own two hands. The one I hand sewn together, actually I created more than one now. I've created four all together. I create one for a specific reason, then another for another reason, then another. I need to create one more for more reasons.

What I am currently working on:

• Writing my ideas down on paper so I can create a book. Maybe for others to read. I'm not quite sure if I like people reading my thoughts. Specially those kind of thoughts.
• Creating a glass tree. I like the idea of playing with broken glass, sharp metal, and fire. Sweet.
• Sewing together a new book for reasons. As stated prior.
• Learning bass so I can become a famous rock star. (This one is a delusion. Delusions are fun.)
• Finding someone who is willing to rent a room at the house for very cheap. I'm not in it for the money, I just need help paying the bills.
• Figuring out how to make a cartoon. I can animate butterflies, but I can't draw.
• Read new books to learn new words.
• Make up words for fun.
• Creating some new poems and short stories. I haven't created a short story in a few months. I am lacking on that one. So I started it up again, but my view seems different than the others.
• Gain all the achievements on that Xbox game. Maybe later, I am tired of playing video games. It's beginning to feel like the same type of games over and over again. Can no one come up with a very unique idea that will gain my interest and support. PlayStation is upsetting too, same with Wii and all that good stuff.
• Finally, help a friend out who's been a little depressed lately. This one I've actually been working on for a while now. I understand what he's going through. When I went a year without work or school I was, I hated myself. His boss fired him for something he posted on Facebook not even relating to the work itself and now his boss is going around telling everyone he made terrorist threats so it's hard for him to get a job. Illegal for an old employer to do in this state, yes, but it's not like he could just find a lawyer. They're not cheap, I know, wasted three months pay on one because of personal issues.

Oh, and I am still trying to figure out all about how to use this blog. I don't play well with computer programs or electronics. I'm surprised this blog has lasted this long. Normally I get all embarrassed by my ranting, but because now I know no one reads this crap, I feel better.

Day Something or Other

So I've been typing and retyping and such at my computer and every few words I get this sensation that I have to write it out. so I do, then I type it out. Life was much easier when I could just write and fill a few notebooks of words without problems. I find myself needing my glasses more and more and hating the computer system of which I type on. I miss real paper sometimes.

Work has given me the opportunity to work part time, well not the opportunity, more like forced to work part time, so now I'm going to try for management since I no longer can finish my college degree, and since all I have is that job, might as well move up, get more money and such. Actually have money for things I could do like fix my car, build a garage, and I'll have time to finish my book.

I counted it out, I pay about 4,000$ in gas a year, which is not so bad considering I could be wasting a lot more. My car gets nice gas mileage for it's year, around 34 miles to the gallon for a '95. I have and am unable to change how gas works in a vehicle. Seriously. it's all magic to me. Now door panels I can handle.

Question, how is it that may car gets almost the same gas mileage as those newer cars that have been coming out? I thought that the whole point for making newer vehicles was to make the gas consumption rate less in order to save the environment. I am so tired.

Work

I sometimes bitch and complain about my job but I am glad I have one. Recently, I have been in contact with some of my friends, both from high school and college. Most don't have jobs now. One of my friends use to have a job but quit his job because his wife wanted them to move to a new state. They never moved and now he can't find a new job. One friend exited college with a bachelors degree and now can't find a job anywhere because no one is hiring for his degree. I have another friend who is using someone because she can't find a job so she's using him for money. Though I admit she could do a lot worse than him. Most of the people I knew are currently on welfare.

I know I'm not making a lot of money, or even in my dream job, but at least I have something. That and now that I'm not going to college anymore, I might as well go for management position. Just need to get my testing done and then learn how to count and do things. I can count, I just need to be trained how to count. I'm not sure if I'm ready for that kind of commitment.

Now what

Well, I did make it, I just don't care for it. The website thing.

I have gone back to my writings, and I am currently in the process of trying to make my tree.

a new web site

Well, I have come to the conclusion that I need to make a website. Not a blog but an actual website. Now, I make way below the poverty level and I can't afford a website, I can't even afford a house, just an empty plot of land to build on. Anyways, Just need to find something that will allow me to build a website for free and then later add stuff on that I would like, such as maybe possibly being able to add some pages to a fictional book I am writing just to  let others read it and say "hey that sucks, what the hell is wrong with this person?"

Yeah I'm doing this while I'm going around online looking for a web, and I already have one as well. Wow. And now I have one. Maybe I can change it and make it different just for my own use. Once the editor thing comes up and lets me use it. That's all for now until maybe tomorrow after work or before.

A while

So I haven't posted anything in a few weeks or so. I would like to say I was way too busy doing something massively important but, however, I was just playing video games on my time off. I should really get back to writing but I just want to get away from everything into something different for a while. Trying to get the last few remaining achievements on my xbox for this game. Even know I'm playing the game. I just want to do something else for now.

DRIMStoned

I remember I had a blog once in high school with the name DrIMStoned. I can't find it at all. I went searching the web and nothing. I wondered what happened to it.

I think I changed I lot since high school, though it's also been seven years as well. Amazing how I don't do all those things I use to.

Wow

Took me a while to realize, or even stop being lazy, but I did it. I changed the background and layout, but that won't be the one I will continue to use. Over time I plan on making it different. not right now, maybe within the next month or so, but I think this is an improvement, though hard to read.

Caring too much is not good such as not caring enough. Finding a middle ground is hard to do, but when it is done, it feels good. I'm talking of course about certain situations. When I care but don't care about something, it makes life seem so much more easier than usual.

OMG

So, I purchased a scale today, first scale I've had in, well since I was seven. Last few times I was weighed was at the doctors, first time I was 168, second time in December I was 172. Now I'm 160. Amazing. I kept telling people I weighed 180, not just for shock value, but because I honestly thought I would weigh that much by now. Meaning, if I keep up this whole training thing I've been doing, and within a few months I may achieve 140, and I will be in better shape and be able to quit smoking and, yadda.

Even purchased a sports bra so I can run a whole lot more than just a few yards. Now all I need is a pair of sweat pants that actually fit and to learn how to wear proper sneakers and not boots all the time. I haven't worn sneakers since junior high.

Noticing

I'm afraid. I know what I want career I want to get into, and I have many people who are supportive of my decision and many people who are willing to do anything to help me achieve it but I'm afraid to continue on with it.

At first when I started this blog several years ago, I forgot about it until a few years later when I was like "I should start a blog" then found out I have already started one. I realized that this blog has helped me with issues I have. For instance, though all these blogs are not about me bitching and whining about what has happened, well not enough bitching and whining, anyways back to what I was saying. I post here when I've been upset about something or I've been angry, or crying which made me feel at somewhat ease and won't be mad at people around that I should not get angry at for simply being in my life.

Now I write because I'm scared. I'm almost complete with my degree and I know what career choice I want to be involved in. I'm scared I won't look the part or be able to act the part or handle myself in situations well enough. I would talk to someone in the field, but I'm scared of what they may say about it. Well I actually have and they're very willing to help me out. But still.

Writing is a passion, not a career for me. I need something that makes me feel good about myself and maybe in a few years I'll be happy with who I am, but right now I'm scared. I'm sure many people feel this way about actually going into the world and seeing the world and living within the world.

I'm scared they'll know about how I was in high school and how I was up until about three years ago and about what I've done and I'm not sure if I can handle that. I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to succeed in my goal.

I'm hoping in a few months I will think differently and in a few years I will actually be within my career choice. Just need to keep training for my goal.

Procrastination

Well, I haven't been doing my work for school in a while, which is all do within two weeks. I've been writing other things. Right now, I'm actually trying to open the word processor that holds my work for school, it won't work. It's starting up but it's taking forever to load and I need to be at work in six hours. This is what I get for waiting until the last minute.

Swimming

I haven't went swimming since high school. As a matter of fact, I haven't done so many things since high school and now it seems like it's the best time. I swam for nearly an hour. That was nice.

Problem is, that now that I have been posting a new blog on here on somewhat a regular basis, I feel like I have to keep it up. I'm just too tired to think straight. I've been tired for days.

Reason why, because I can't stop thinking. Now that I figured out what to write or even how to write it, I've got so many more things to write and I can't stop writing it. I do keep going back to the first book I wrote in between writing other things. Now every time I think, like I suddenly wake up with this thought in my mind I have to put it down on paper. Fun not being able to sleep. the other day, I found myself outside running from a bus, a figment of my own imagination, because I sleep walk. I got out through my window, tore down my curtains and everything. It sucks. There's more than one reason why there are deadbolts on my door. (That kind that needs a key on both sides to unlock)

Just trying

I feel so, well, I hate who I've become in the past few days. I need to sleep and eat but I just can't. And it's making me worse and worse and I hate people getting yelled at all the time and trying to get past all this bullshit. I hate this current situation I'm in. I know it's all my fault. It's not always my fault but in this case it is.

Well now

I just can't keep my mind straight. I'm having trouble with all of it. I have no clue what to do. I am indecisive.

Adding More

Well, I gave it a thought and decided to add more short stories before I put it onto Amazon. 99 cents isn't a good price for only 5000 words, it needs more. I would add more into it but I just can't.

5000 words

Well, the short story I cut down to about five-thousand words. Why? Because it's a short story and doesn't need all that extra fluff like what his favorite color is since it doesn't apply to the main story. I don't even put a hair color on him because there is no need to. Short sweet and to the point.
Within the next few days I will publish this short story and hope that people who hate it were actually able to read it rather than reading a sentence over and over again to actually understand it. I hate that so much. Sometimes I pay money for a book only to throw it away after the third chapter. I need to read it out loud to make sure it makes sense first, then publish, then continue with that novel.

I remember being in English class one day and we were doing short stories. I mean, really short. Like one line short stories. Here is one of mine:

"Orange and yellow, Colors of death"

Some people just don't understand.

In class we also did stories that were 250 words  to about 14,000 depending on what she wanted. That wasn't cool.

She also had us pick a word and write 20 pages worth about that single word, that was fun. Actually makes 2 page essays seem like nothing.

Did poetry of all forms

 Questioned why writing as an art has so many rules that cannot be broken. I hate that. Later found out these rules can be broken if you want to but no one reads them or wants to, maybe because the rules that are being broken make the novel almost unbearable.

Always preferred to write something new rather than bring something old up much better.

Learned that I can stay up for three days straight and that being in that state of mind actually helped in writing.

Later found out that while in that state it's hard to actually see the keyboard or the screen but the pounding continued anyways coming up with many spelling errors and then later being unable to fully know what the word should be and trying desperately to read it. Even spell check can't help with how bad the words came out.

Also found out I like to hurt my character the most when I've had a bad day at work or someone pissed me off enough.

I think I typed enough on this today. I've been trying to keep up with this blog. :) (Smiley face)

Post # Something,

Well, I have some what finished getting the story down on paper. Now I just have to reread it and learn not to keep rereading the first chapter over and over and over again but instead to simply reread all those thousands of words over and over and over again. In the mean time, I have a smaller story, a short story. I'm not sure if it is any good since I have never let anyone see it before, I was going to calling it a love story but I figure I'll be putting it up Amazon sometime soon for very cheap, only because it's around 10k words. Not really worth paying for. A short story is much easier to reread and rewrite several times whereas 70k words seem to take a whole lot longer. I figure, since I can't get past the first chapter without changing or editing something, it's going to take me months to edit.

Post Title

Normally I would try and save up my money only to waste it all on food. I don't waste my money on chips of candy or things such as that, I usually purchase fruits and vegitables and meat. Lost and lots of meat. Today I spent almost 50$ on just meat products alone, and not just any meat products, it's all beef. Well it's all about the protien. I eat foods that are high in protien like crazy. I also ended up eating a whole banana a day. I love fruits and vegitables but it took a long time to get to this point with bananas because of the texture, I couldn't stand the texture but now I'm alright with it. In fact I love bananas now just as much as apples and oranges and etc.

Well, today I went to the library and spent a few hundred dollars on books because of a book sale they had going on. I may have to wait to finish up fixing my teeth but I believe it was well worth it. The way some of these books smell is amazing, not that I have some sort of creepy fetish to books, but being able to hold a book that was sold in the 1880's and being able to have that smell is amazing. I can't wait to start reading all these books.

Did you know, there are people out there that only go to those things to buy those books just to sell them online for much more than what they paid for. These guys were really pissed that the collection of Louis L'amour was purchased by someone else because they wanted them just to sell them on ebay for a whole lot more. I am so excited about these books. I think people should learn to read a book rather than buy them just because of the dollar value they hold. Still, my favorite book within my collection, only because I have two different editions, is my 'Psychopathia Sexualis' book. I have the very first edition and then the third edition. It's not because of the sexual content or anything like that, I'm still not that freaky, I just like how far the study has come over the past 120 years.

Back to the protien, I only spent so much because I went to a gas station rather than driving 20 miles to town for it because I just really wanted it. Why? Because I was trying to get someone to work out and I showed him how to do push ups and sit ups and I ran with him and it's really frustrating trying to train someone who has never really worked out before. I amazed myself, I lift weights and run but I have not done a push up in a few years. I was able to do 17 before my waste started to hurt. I think I should start doing push ups again. It made me feel impowered. Now if I could just get him to start wokring out with me, then I'll be happy. I hate saying "Don't lift your ass like that." so much to a man. I think he's just lazy.

For

Well, as I was having fun hurting my character and coming up with many different scenarios, I forgot that I have to have some sort of story and not just some sort of book about one person getting hurt over and over again no matter how funny I think it is, so now I need to do a rewrite and come up with a way to make it into an actually story. I know what I want to make it into, but it's going to take longer than I thought. I think the overall story went from funny to feeling bad about the character. I'm alright with it.

I was going to post yesterday about it, but after what happened I just didn't want to. It seems wrong to post after something like that, specially that day of.

In general

I think I'm not fully satisfied with my life. I know my life could be worse, but I've been seeing people from high school who are married with children and others who are younger than me who are married with children.

My family wonders why I'm not married yet with children. Even my own grandfather believes I should have been married by now at least once. He's also alright if I was homosexual, which is weird but at least he can keep an open mind.

I've learned that employees that have been around for a lot less than I have are making more than me. Is it because they're men and I'm a woman? I just stopped working to my full potential, I even showed up an hour late to work today which is something I never do. I'm always early and ready for work and am willing to do the job to the best of my abilities and yet I just don't want to any more now that I know I'm not worth it. Took almost a year to put in my 90 day review.

December was when I just seemed to stop caring about my job and now it's gotten worse. I've been pissing people off, I've been counting all wrong, I've been bitching and complaining about nonsense. I was actually bitching about the music just to bitch. I've been giving away free refills and free drinks even though I'm allowed to, but even more so than usual because it's pissing me off.

The one thing I do not understand is how we can make more profits in the past few months that would generally allow us to have more hours, but then have our hours cut down by nearly half. Our profits have been up for months since the years prior and yet we lose our hours. I don't have insurance because I don't make enough and yet they expect me to show up to work in full health.

I'm pissed off at the entire situation.

Late Nights

I'm sure it gets harder and harder but I found out one of the hardest things with writing which has been nagging at me for years now but has gotten worse since I started to try and write a full novel.

Usually when I write a short story I would stay up late in order to finish the full thing whether it would be simply 500 words of up to 10,000 words. there were even times when I would stay up for a few days and write several short stories (which by the way I just received word that one of my submissions was published within a literary magazine for a small college. Sweet, now I can be famous. anyways) and it would end after that for maybe a month or even a year but now it's worse. For the past few days I have found myself staying up till one or two in the morning and waking up early like six or seven in the morning just to continue writing. I would normally have a problem with it since my normal work schedule would have me wake up at four in the morning sometimes three to get to work on time but since I have been scheduled for the late shift it's alright right now until my schedule is fixed.

The past few days I will try and sleep and the  suddenly jolt back up, grab my laptop, a different one in which does not go on the Internet, and type. I would then end up doing this dance over and over until my laptop's battery dies.

I have written within the past two days 20k words making it only 40k words. I gave up on the others for now, and I still have to keep going. I only took time away because I am getting frustrated at  how much it sucks. There are times when I write in third person and there are times when I write in first person with all the different positions such as omniscient and such (I'm too tired to fully remember all of it). I so badly want to read it over and change so much but not yet, it's not even close to being done yet and there is still so much more to put into words before fixing it but it's getting harder and harder to do because I am just so tired and having a head ache and my teeth hurt. My eyes hurt. I wish my glasses were fixed, it would make it better for me to see the screen.

The hardest part of all this is trying to figure out how to shut it off, and I don't mean my laptop I mean my mind. Unable to stop thinking about it constantly. Though there is one good thing about it all, with writing I can go into my own little world and picture everything around and just go off and play within it. I get to create whatever happens to the characters within my own story and I get to do what ever I want in the world I create and have fun with it. I'm writing what I enjoy and I have a nice little idea as to what kind of writings I like to do. I think it's more of a thriller of some sort. I'm not to sure what other genres it can be categorized as but I know it's a thriller.

Time to go back to writing more words to my book which most likely little to no people will read if I do get the chance to publish it. just like I know little to no people will read this. This blog post was a little too long. All my posts seem to be a little long, but that's what I do, I like to add in so much filler and crap.

Oh, one last statement or word or whatever. I do enjoy how much I am learning from the writing process. I get to search random things online that pertain to the book I am currently writing even if I don't use the information within my writing. I search something like a place or a historical event or an ancient lost civilization and I read it and save the information. I might enjoy learning about criminology at school but I never thought I would be learning information just for the fun of it. Other than how to speak a foreign language like Russian. I fell in love with the band "Korol I Shut" back in high school but being able to actually understand half the words now is nice. I had no clue the one song I loved so much, mostly because of the beat, was about one day being a king. I think that's what it means. About how people can laugh and stuff at him but he will be king.

Yard work

Well, I figured out why my first book did not work. I read it allowed to myself, only a few pages, and I found out it makes absolutely no sense. I mean, after I went to an editor in town who happens to also be a professor at the college and she explained to me what was wrong with it. So, I decided to write some more other books. I have currently in the process of three different ones. One of which I have now finished almost 40k words on, another which has 5k words, and the third which has 14k words. I'm going back and fourth between the three, the one with the 40k words I have been working on more than the others. I found out that when I get bored with one I just go on to the other for a while. Another thing I have been doing is when I start hating what I write I keep working on that one until I get past that part and usually when I get past that part I find that i write something that does not go with the continuity of the overall story but since they are just first drafts I can always go back later and fix it. I just don't want to go back until I have finished the story. I have had that problem before where I would write a chapter then go over it again and again and again and never get to the story.




Thin Walls (Bad language warning):
Is it so hard to keep it down? Do you really need to fuck all day?
Hearing all this fucking shit is driving me insane.
My insanity is increasing because of the noises that you make.
I will snap and murder you. Oh, it will be a sweet escape.
I turn the TV up and up but it doesn't seem to work at all.
I hear every noise from within there because of these thin walls.
I will fucking kill you. I will wait until you're asleep.
I will stab you over and over so I won't hear another peep.
I just can't stand these sounds because it's keeping me awake.
It's every night and every day. I swear I'm at the point of break.
The walls are closing in and the shadows are moving around.
I haven't slept in days because of all these fucking sounds.
When the moaning finally subsides, I pray it doesn't start back up.
But then it begins again. I just want it all to stop.

Pills

Stood in line to order some food today. A lady behind me asked "Did you already Order?" I said no. Then a few seconds later she asks "Are you in line?".

Pain pills that are extremely addictive are much easier and much cheaper to get than antibiotics. Amazing.

Finally broke down and got my hydrocodone (vicodin) for my teeth. Only took a few days of no sleep or food before I gave in. I have never tried this pain pill before and I'm afraid of what will happen.
Get part about these pills, I get to eat. Yay food.



Roulette:
And just for fun he grabbed a gun and put it to his head.
He felt so numb and is quite dumb then shoots himself dead.

Stuck in a Memory

She alone stand there in wake and sorrow,
listing through the memories of her past.
Trapped within an ongoing memory,
it seems that this will forever last.

She just cannot seem to find him,
searching without any signs to see.
She cannot seem to stand it,
there seemed no way to be free.

Even though all had seemed lost to her,
and finally one day he came by.
He left her a bouquet or roses,
on the site where she had died.


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I figured for once I would write a poem or short story or something, mostly because I read too many books in the past few days and well, about time I show off some of my crappy art in the form of words. I can't wait to show off more.

Smoking

So it's been almost four days without smoking, which I stopped smoking because I had some teeth pulled, but It wasn't so bad since I was more concerned about the pain rather than the nicotine cravings. I refused to take any of those pain killers for it which is why I was in pain. Having the bottom teeth pulled hurt a whole lot more than the top ones, my whole cheek was in pain so was my ear. Last night I was sitting up shaking thinking that I should have gotten the pain killers. I can't wait until I go back to work, not smoking will be a lot harder to achieve. Monday, I think it was, when I can start smoking again.

Normally people would say things like "But you stopped for such a long time, you can keep going" or some form of and I would reply with some sort of excuse or what not.

It's just the way it is.

Teeth

Yesterday was the first day in over twelve years that I have been to a dentist. I had my top two wisdom teeth pulled plus that hole in my tooth filled. I think tha worst part was a few hours after they were pulled, all my top teeth hurt at once, but the pain steadily went away. I wish he would have done my bottom wisdom teeth first, those are the ones that actually hurt, but I understand that the top widsom tooth was hiding a part of that hole so he had to pull it to get to that hole. Tommorow I finish up getting the rest of my wisdon teeth out, then sometime in april is when  I get the rest of my teeth finished. I've so far spent around two-thousand fixing my car and teeth in the past couple days so after thursday I'll need to work for some more money.
I was in pain so I did drink a bit of wine before bed to help me sleep. I don't like red wine.

School

Well, during a session of class today, the teacher asked if I had a couple of minutes to talk with her so I did. Apparently, every time I am in this class I have looked like and acted like I am on drugs. I think this is a form of profiling because I have long hair which I rarely brush and I wear different clothes than the others. She even admitted to indulging in a little smoking now and again at parties and such but she explained that I should keep it there and away from my academics.

I have no clue how to respond to this other than doing a pee test to prove I am not on drugs but even then it would not be exact proof. So it seems I need to shave my head and fall into place like the rest of these people. To give more of an insight into it, I live in a town full of marines, right next to the largest marine base, yes the largest one. This is what I get for being in a different type of family I guess. I'm not even originally from around here. Only came because land was cheep and plentiful.

I always thought it was illegal for a teacher to accuse a student of being on drugs.

I think

I think it's about time to sell a bunch of stuff on eBay. Well, I can find a bunch of stuff outside, I mean if people can sell snow and weeds on eBay, I can sell things like that too. Maybe even some of my creations like books I've made, much of my books I have hand made, a lot of necklaces and crap, and random paintings and such. I am so going to be a millionaire when I sell my popcorn kernels. Or maybe sell off my hair one day. It's three almost four feet long, that should go for a couple million. Then again most people want virgin hair, and seeing as how I'm not a virgin, it might not go so well. That just seems like discrimination to me, or maybe they're just witches. I mean who cares if I have had sex or not.

Bass

Got my new strings for my bass, only took a few days since ordering, or so it felt since I was not really thinking about it at the time.
I also finally got my registration for my car, which I purchased in December, was sent on March 14, finally came today. Can't wait for registration on my other car, since I paid for that in February, It should come sometime in May, same with my license plates, and my W2, which I had to pay for twice, will come sometime in June or July. Amazing how well the postal service is doing, or may I say, the fine work of the DMV. Since the DMV did not charge me for the second sets of my registration, and they were so kind enough to say it was their fault in a sense, I might as well bring the extra back to them, after all, no one wants to pay 50$ each for them so I might as well.
So been playing the Bass, writing another book since they said no to publishing the one I just wrote. That's okay, while I write a second one I shall keep trying until I get a yes.
I noticed it is much easier to publish short stories and poems than it is to publish a full novel. With Short Stories and Poems, it's like no one ever says no, and I've received candy awards for each one, but with Novels, everyone says no and no one likes to give out pieces of useless paper saying what a good job I did with something or another. This might not be the case for most people, but that's how it is for me.


About me snippet:
My first book I wrote, I was in junior high school. Never tried to get it published nor did I even type it up. It was my first attempt at a full book which took up a lot of paper. I first published a poem in High school my sophomore year and received my first award, and editors choice award that I am quite sure they gave out to every single person who published with that company, then another poem the next year, and the year after that, same candy awards, one of which my poem ended up in the local news paper.

High school I wrote in the newspaper, or rather, a magazine which was featured in our own local news paper, the second time my name made the news paper not including principals honor roll or honor roll listings. All this I did while continuing to write other novels and such, none of which I have tried to publish.

Then I published four short stories in college, and one in the college short story book thing. I also published yet another poem which received yet another award. I have only received awards for my poetry, all of which are awards that everyone received. I am quite sure of it. Now, I have tried to publish my book, which so far two companies have said no to. So, now I continue to write yet another story, while trying to find someone to publish my stupid book.

I have read over so much of my old stories knowing that yes, I do suck at writing, or at least my stories seem to suck. They just don't work the way I want them to. Now you know my little story behind my stupid stories. 

Todays

Well, it's a nice and peaceful Thursday afternoon, the day in which I have a midterm for a law class I know nothing about. Learning about law is not something I had intended, I just wanted to learn something new while finishing up on my last degree of this place, all the while searching for a new school who is willing to help me reach my goals.

Nothing

Nothing, I just feel compelled to post is all. I have nothing new to talk about or anything like that, I just felt like I had to post something, so.

Lit the candle for the night, not for anything special, but because I have no clue on where my lighter is. I used a single match to the light the candle then I light the cigarette that I am addicted to and smoke it. Currently drinking a fruit juice rather than alcohol, I do not like alcohol all too much, and type on this computer because I am trying out something new. No twitter of course, no need to do such a thing so early within the account's age as the same with the blog.
Seems as though there is time to waste, or rather time I found that I can act productive in. To write something, to paint something, to play something upon the instruments I have aquired. Tomorow would be the same as today, only time to spend doing something that seems rather productive but is not entirely. Just a small amount of time.

Damnit

Okay, so I have one more post today. I decided, to finally join, or create a twitter account. First it tells me to follow five people, so I do. Then it tells me to follow five more people so I do. Then it tells me to find my own friends to follow. Oh then it made me invite people, stupid Internet thing. Why does it have to be so hard?
This is complicated. Then I have to find a picture to use of myself. Like I'm going to show off my ugly face to the world. Oi. Describe myself sweet, my favorite part. Confirming account information.
After all that, what sucks is trying to figure out how to remove all those people from my list of people to watch tweets from. Unfollowing people is hard. Now I feel like an Idiot. I have two degrees, for what, for the Internet to make me feel like a complete idiot, and loser. Thank you so much Internet.

Now, I can finally twitter about random crap all the time like everyone else, awesome. Umm, I guess I'm under @KrissSavario or some shit like that.

Violin

What is there to do? Been playing around with a violin lately, I broke a string, and still can't figure out how to make any pretty noises from it, I'm getting closer to figuring it out. I wrote a song, just need to learn to play nice with others to make up a band for only one song. I can play a bass but not a violin, I notice that after a while of trying to figure out the violin, I just grab my bass and go back to that. I got a 50$ violin, unlike my bass which was a whole lot more, a lot more. I would like to blame the violin for being a cheep thing, but I figured if I was going to learn to play I would start out on something cheep, in case I couldn't figure it out. Maybe I just suck at playing the violin, but that won't stop me from trying. If I can't figure it out, at least I can make it scream, that's so cool.

Well

I would like to say how super hard it is to keep posting on some random sight no one will ever read, but in actuality, it is getting easier and easier. This is mostly because I know no one wants to read this, and if they do, then they obviously have nothing else better to do.

There are times when I look in my rear view mirror and hope that I will see an accident happen. Sometimes I hope that someone will hit my car as I am driving, not for money, but just to see what it is like to be in a car accident. Sometimes I wonder about the mentality of others I meet at work. I wonder how can a child read better than a full adult, how can a child know how to use a restroom better than an adult, how can a child know better than their parents about stealing, and when the child is caught stealing, the parents give them a stern talking to, and yet the adult goes right on stealing something right in front of the child like it's some sort of "do as I say not as I do" rule.  Everyday, there is at least one adult who comes in and acts like a child, yelling, cussing, throwing things because he (or she) cannot use the bathroom at that current time. Everyday there is at least several people who like to compare prices, to tell the same jokes that have been used many times before, the bathroom being made a mess by adults shitting or peeing on the floor or in the sink rather than in the actual toilet, people who toss their trash on the floor even though there is a trashcan within ten inches away from them, someone who tosses their soda or coffee on the floor because we do not have the type of creamer they want and then they storm out, or a man who thinks he's better than everyone and tosses his money at the cashier when there is a long line because he doesn't want to wait, then comes back in and yells at the cashier for not putting the money on the gas pump they want. It gets harder and harder everyday to just smile, to fake the laughs, to act like nothing ever happened the day before, to act like it's the first day on the job and that the only way to prove it is to do the best job ever to prove they are a needed person.
People wonder why I am anti-social. I wasn't like this before I got a job and realized how people actually are. Most seem to be disgusting freaks who I would obviously never want to be invited over to their place since, if they can't use a public toilet properly, they obviously don't know how to use the one within their own home.
The only thing that makes me smile at work now are very few customers. one of which I have seen pick up random trash up the floor that is not his and throw it away. One who comes in smiling all the time no matter how bad things look, and there are times I was quite sure he was faking it, but he did a good job at it which makes me try harder to smile for the rest of the day. Then there are few of my regular customers that I smile for because I know at least they clean their own messes up. Then a few others, but overall, it seems like a bunch of disgusting freaks. More disgusting freaks than the others from what I have seen. This means that a 'normal' person is suppose to not clean up their messes, that they cannot read or use a toilet, they yell argue cuss and throw tempter tantrums, and they cannot come up with their own jokes and, instead, use the same ones over and over again. Now, again, just my opinion, which is only based off of the people who live out here. I hope that not every place is as fucked up as this one.

Oi

Well, I've been watching the news, it's depressing. So, I've decided to take my mind off of it and try and write something here.

I wrote a partial of a book now, I think of it as three parts rather than 13 chapters because I like it that way. Lately, I came to a stand still on my writing. Writing a short story is easy, writing a 400 page book is difficult. So, here's some of my thoughts:

I have decided to write a book, one that I would like to call "This is the Title Right Here" of which there is a main character, and some other characters who do things together like talk and fight and love then kill each other. There is a plot to my book with a setting within a place and other places along the way to that place. Then there is a development of words between the antagonist and the protagonist (which I can't remember which one is which nor what those words truly mean) even though they never ever fully have met yet. Then stuff happens and that's about where I am stuck on. After that stuff happens that leads into a deeper more confusing tale into my story since it's a story within a story with many random side stories within that all creates one big story in order to tell a story for the readers to not enjoy nor understand what so ever. Oh, I forgot to mention that there are indeed a lot of verbal disputes, craziness, and skin contact fighting, and perhaps a sex scene.

Here is a small verbal portion to my story:

"So how'd it go?"
"Terrible."

Have fun trying to figure out what  kind of story I wrote because even I don't know.

Kindle

I can publish my crap onto amazon and get money for it. I should use a pen name, something like "Kriss" or "Savario" or something I have no clue. I am excited, time to start trying to write my crappy novel that people will obviously not pay for, wait until it's free, then describe how utterly repulsive it was to look at and how dare I not find a credible editor, instead I pay some poor girl at a gas station a couple bucks to look it over. Oh the possibilities. Do I finish the novel I have started and publish that or do I write a short story to get the words flowing. I have many things I can do.

Classes

The things I've learned from school, which I can learn online but the government would end up getting me, are amazing. But, out of all the things I have learned, I wish I could be taught how to forge legal documents, not that I would be forging any legal documents for any means of course.

Though, this semester, I do like how I'm being taught how to speak lawyer.

Trying

So I keep trying to post on this site. I have no true clue why but I would like to first say that I love how people don't read this, which makes me feel a whole lot better about this. So now that I know this, I can actually start posting things that are more about me rather than trying to say, in many different ways, about how I will post something.

So, there's this person I have been trying to flirt with for over a year now, I know they're not married, I know they don't have kids, I know more about them than people I've known in my life for much longer. I think it's about time to try even harder with this. Maybe ask thier first name rather than only knowing thier last name. I'm sure they know mine. Last time I tried to be with someone, things went wrong, but it has been about six months now so I think it's about time to try again. Hopefully I get to see them again, I really want that.

Oh my

If I was rich, I wouldn't drive any fancy new car or anything like that, I am now too close to my own. I think I'd pay to get her raised another six inches or ten inches off the ground, only because I think that's the reason why half my exhaust was torn off, and then put on bigger tires, so I can actually race her safely on dirt. I bet she would love that, being able to go 80 in dirt without having to break apart so easily, and of course get her exhaust fixed, and a new gas tank since half mine is dented in.

Fucking people on the road, speed up then slow down, the speed limit is 55, stay that speed limit, and then don't decide to floor it as a car tries to pass you because you're a fucking idiot doing 40 miles an hour and thinks that they own the road, and then you people should never pull out infront of a car doing 85+ (my spedometer only goes up to 85 I really have no clue how fast I go once she hits that mark) because you want to die. I'm quite sure, that with all these people with thier newer cars from the 90's and 00's would get crushed by a metal car. Thank god she has a new transmission and motor.

I should just get a really big older chevy from the 40's, preferably 46.

I swear more and more people have a death wish or something, I see idiots pull out in front of semis making the semis slamm on thier brakes, and hitch hikers running out into traffic to try and get people to stop. Oh, and a crazy lady doing yoga in front of on coming cars. That was a terror.


Oh, and then, I have been reading the paper, mostly for the sherrif's calls as I always do, and I'm seeing more and more calls, in every issue for the past few months, about parents calling the police on thier kids for stupid things. A four year old refuses to listen to his parents, they call the police. A brother and step brother are arguing, they call the police. A sister hits brother because they faught over a piece of furniture, they call the police. I mean really. I understand that there are certain circumstances in which the police need to be involved within a family matter such as that but really, if they can't deal with thier child then what's the point of them even having thier children in the first place?

You know, I feel bad for the police. They say that the police are not always there when you need them, well, that's because they have to deal with stupid shit like a little girl who refuses to eat her dinner.

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Just trying to keep up. Found out my favorite wine is White Zinfandel. I've got nothing, I'll start trying to post again maybe in another year or two, or a month or whatever.

Posting on a constant time frame, or posting anything is hard. I still don't know why I even started this blog.

Well

The end of the world came. It was quite a dissapointment actually. There were no riots. I'm a little dissapointed.