So, Ambria and I have our lease coming up at the end of this month, and we were hoping to move. The first reason is that we just really want to have a backyard. The second reason is because while we like living on the third floor, we would really like to have our kitchen, and where we store our groceries, on the first floor.
My mother actually owns a house with her boyfriend that they rent out. Now a lady was living there, and because she didn't like that their house was three stories, was hoping that she could get out of her year long lease. And because Ambria and I were looking, the lady gave her thirty day notice and is leaving on September 30.
Now our lease is up on September 30, so if we want to move out that day, it would be one incredibly stressful day of moving, since would have to vacate by 5:30pm.
So we called our landlord on the first of September to see if we could rent for one more month. He didn't call back for five incredibly stressful days.
But when he did, he said we could have our last month's rent applied to October, which just makes everything so much better, cleaner, and easier. We really couldn't be more pleases with the situation.
Everything seemed to be falling into place, and with the addition of my boyfriend moving in with us, Ambria and I are looking at easier bills to pay since we will be splitting everything three ways. It seemed like all was good. I just had to inform my dad and Sharon.
Now I knew they wouldn't be happy, mostly because Sharon is constantly on a roll badmouthing my mom. It's either She is so irresponsible about this, or She is only concerned about herself or She really has no idea how to make herself happy.
Which honestly, I have no idea how someone can judge someone else's happiness, but whatever.
But before we even had this conversation, she had to first badmouth me about how I am just "not succeeding" at school because I haven't gotten my Bachelor's yet. ("I did it in four years," she constantly points out to me.)
And then, to put the icing on the cake, she attacked Ambria for not being in school, saying, "If you don't get a degree in something, you will never be successful at anything. You are making yourself into a failure. Doesn't your mom care about you?"
Basically she was on a roll of just being a horrible bitch monster.
So I waited until we were leaving to go home to tell them that our home was going to be moving.
Sharon plastered on a super fake smile, said it was great, voiced concerns about Ambria and my "safety," in the neighborhood, and stood there with her hands folded in front of her like she was supremely uncomfortable.
We pointed out that our friend Zach lives in the neighborhood, and Dad even said his friend lived in the same block just a few streets over in the neighborhood. Not only are we farther away from a major street, (unlike at the moment) but I have already lived in the house before when I was younger and don't remember having any sort of problems anyways!
We just nodded and shrugged and smiled and left as soon as possible, because we were just done. Done with her superior, "I KNOW BETTER THAN YOU!" attitude.
And even though I know she went upstair with my dad and complained and whined and yelled at my dad what a "disappointment" I was, I figured it would just blow over.
It didn't. Sharon later decided to text me to inform me how Ambria was "limiting my possibilities" and I was "tying myself down" where Ethan is concerned. And in the most adult way possible, I explained that I am twenty-two, I have been living by myself since I was nineteen, and I am perfectly capable of making rational and well thought out decisions, she basically suggested I was nothing more than a child, making a childish decision.
So while I knew they weren't going to like what I was doing, I was at least hoping they would be falsely supportive.
We are still moving obviously, (we gave our sixty day notice). I just don't think that I am going to be seeing very much of either of them for a while. Mostly because I am mad, but also because I am not one of Sharon's employees to be managed and taken care of. She either needs to accept that this is yet another chapter in my life, or risk me closing down the lines of communication with them even further.
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Thursday, September 11, 2014
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Slacking
So, I definitely haven't posted in a while. But it is mostly because I have nothing really all that interesting to talk about. (Weirdly enough, I haven't had really weird things happen to me lately.)
I did have this kid try to hit on me at the train station one night after work. It didn't really work out though... Because I wasn't interested in someone who was three years younger than me, and still (probably) in high school.
I did realize that I actually have money in my bank account. (YAY NEW JOB!!!!!)
Hmmm, I also had my little brother call me a "little cunt." He is so charming. Not.
Sharon took me clothes shopping for "work appropriate" clothes. That was very nice of her because I am still not making that much money.
I also was able to watch some more Battlestar: Galactica with dad. He has been sad after losing his dad, so I was letting him heal up some before trying to nudge him into a normal routine again. It was nice to spend some quality time together.
I went to my Uncle's May the Fourth Be With You Party. It was loads of fun after my dad made me like seven shots of I-don't-know-what. To say that Nathaniel, my step-brother, Dad, and I were the life of the party is an understatement. I am glad Sharon agreed to be the designated driver.
Other than all of those perfectly mundane things, I have been really good at being extra boring. I have been super busy working and going to school. But school will be done next week. So maybe I can get into some shenanigans that will liven my beautiful little blog up.
I did have this kid try to hit on me at the train station one night after work. It didn't really work out though... Because I wasn't interested in someone who was three years younger than me, and still (probably) in high school.
I did realize that I actually have money in my bank account. (YAY NEW JOB!!!!!)
Hmmm, I also had my little brother call me a "little cunt." He is so charming. Not.
Sharon took me clothes shopping for "work appropriate" clothes. That was very nice of her because I am still not making that much money.
I also was able to watch some more Battlestar: Galactica with dad. He has been sad after losing his dad, so I was letting him heal up some before trying to nudge him into a normal routine again. It was nice to spend some quality time together.
I went to my Uncle's May the Fourth Be With You Party. It was loads of fun after my dad made me like seven shots of I-don't-know-what. To say that Nathaniel, my step-brother, Dad, and I were the life of the party is an understatement. I am glad Sharon agreed to be the designated driver.
Other than all of those perfectly mundane things, I have been really good at being extra boring. I have been super busy working and going to school. But school will be done next week. So maybe I can get into some shenanigans that will liven my beautiful little blog up.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Tests
I had a biology test, followed by an anthropology test, followed by a human sexuality test, and have a 12+ page paper due tomorrow.
Well, fuck you, test god. I aced my shit, and wrote an awesome paper.
Which is also why I haven't posted anything recently. I have to get good grades in school so I can get a better scholarship. So... I will have a better story for Saturday. I promise.
Well, fuck you, test god. I aced my shit, and wrote an awesome paper.
Which is also why I haven't posted anything recently. I have to get good grades in school so I can get a better scholarship. So... I will have a better story for Saturday. I promise.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Public Transit
So today, like everyday Monday through Thursday, I rode the train to school. The public transit like train that I get a free pass to ride through school because I pay for classes. (What an incredibly useful thing that little card is.)
So I get on the blue line, hop off at the transfer platform, and get in the red line. There I am, standing in the doorway passage walk-way area, minding my own business, looking out the window, thinking about how cool it would be if I had a really big dog that I could feed potatoes, and something unexpected happens.
It is the third stop on the line, and the train comes to a stop. I move out of the way, letting people go by, when this old guy in a red hoodie with a giant lunchbox holds up this scrap of paper in my face. I snatch it out of his hands, and my face instantly reads, "What the mother fuck is this?" Because I literally have no way to school my face into anything other that what I am feeling when I am caught unawares.
The really big black guy that was right behind him sees my face, sees the paper in my hand, and starts busting a gut.
I look at the paper. It says:
So I get on the blue line, hop off at the transfer platform, and get in the red line. There I am, standing in the doorway passage walk-way area, minding my own business, looking out the window, thinking about how cool it would be if I had a really big dog that I could feed potatoes, and something unexpected happens.
It is the third stop on the line, and the train comes to a stop. I move out of the way, letting people go by, when this old guy in a red hoodie with a giant lunchbox holds up this scrap of paper in my face. I snatch it out of his hands, and my face instantly reads, "What the mother fuck is this?" Because I literally have no way to school my face into anything other that what I am feeling when I am caught unawares.
The really big black guy that was right behind him sees my face, sees the paper in my hand, and starts busting a gut.
I look at the paper. It says:
RANDY
Plus his number. I briefly considered putting on here... But then I thought that would be rude. I mean, most people give out there numbers to communicate.
Except that I am not going to... um, hook up?... with a fifty-ish dude from the train. Uh...
That was basically my day today.
Oh, and in my Human Sexuality class we talked about vaginas. That was fun. I learned a lot of new words to describe the lady parts. Though, disappointingly, no one offered up "fanny," "the downstairs compartment," or "downtown." And while there were many good words to describe boobs, "nunga-nungas" was not one of the ones anyone knew. Oh well.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Going to University
My first week at university began like any first day of a new school: I was incredibly nervous AND forgot to put on deodorant. Typical.
So I had to use the public transportation all by myself for the first time, too, and I was definitely afraid I would somehow screw that up, along with screwing up getting my idea, and the free pass for the train. Luckily I did none of those things.
Like I said, I began my week by staying out too late and drinking too much on the weekend, (a bottle of tequila and a night I literally don't remember...) then on my first day forgot deodorant. I managed to somehow drag myself from the warm confines of my duvet and into the bitterly cold Tuesday morning. I didn't have gloves, but I had on long socks, jeans, a long sleeve shirt, a hoodie, and a coat. So basically I was hot while on the train and still not all that warm while waiting on my transfer.
When I got to school, I was mega early, (not knowing how long it would take) and so I got a coffee and decided to get my ID made. My picture looks awful. By which I mean, I look either half asleep, (which I was actually), or like I have a weird lazy eye. Apparently the guy thought I should retake the picture, and asked me if it was okay. I waved it off, of course I don't mind my picture looking like a beat-up, half asleep, zombie monster.
He printed the card out, and I went in search of my first class. It wasn't hard to find once I got my map in my head orientated to the actual world. (I hate looking/feeling like a tourist. I never carry around a map.) I found my class, found a seat, and sighed in relief.
Until the room started to warm up like butter in a microwave. I was getting more that toasty. I started taking off layers, and I tied up my hair. By the time I was cooling off again, class was over. I had to go out into the biting cold again...
But to my great surprise, it was snowing. I couldn't help smiling like a loon at the swirling white stuff. I love snow with an incredible passion.
So for the rest of my time at the school, spent getting my train pass and then walking to the train, I was smiling like a crazy person. No one talked to me, so maybe it was a good defense against weirdos.
The next day went much smoother, and I was even more tired from not falling into a fitful sleep the night before. Though I did have a weird dream about being a P.I. for the ninja turtles. Donatello lost his shell, and since the shells are "one of a kind" I was naturally hired to find the shell. I don't know if I did...
The best part of my Wednesday was my Psych class. Human Sexuality. My teacher is great. Basically the whole class was her just rambling on about how she was going to teach the class. Then she would pause dramatically and say things like, "VAGINA!" and then wait, "Is everyone alright? I don't want to frighten you with my language!"
Yesterday went even smoother, and I managed to learn something. Something being a new way to do character sketches for writing. (Since obviously I love to write.)
Just for you guys, I will give an example of how to do this exercise.
Character Wants Actions
Gardener Award winning Creates own
Short garden natural fertilizer
Easily sunburnt Own plant shop Uses natural and
Hates Cacti Find a husband artificial light
Loves Corgis A jacuzzi Steals special seeds
See you just start with the Character part.
Then make what your character might want. Like And award winning garden.
Then, once you pick what you want your story to be about, (the want) you decide what actions the character might or does take to make that want fulfilled. There was some other gobbligook about stuff like flat and round characters. But I thought that stuff was more fun, and definitely should help me with creating characters quickly.
Especially since I have to actually write some serious papers for the class.
So I had to use the public transportation all by myself for the first time, too, and I was definitely afraid I would somehow screw that up, along with screwing up getting my idea, and the free pass for the train. Luckily I did none of those things.
Like I said, I began my week by staying out too late and drinking too much on the weekend, (a bottle of tequila and a night I literally don't remember...) then on my first day forgot deodorant. I managed to somehow drag myself from the warm confines of my duvet and into the bitterly cold Tuesday morning. I didn't have gloves, but I had on long socks, jeans, a long sleeve shirt, a hoodie, and a coat. So basically I was hot while on the train and still not all that warm while waiting on my transfer.
When I got to school, I was mega early, (not knowing how long it would take) and so I got a coffee and decided to get my ID made. My picture looks awful. By which I mean, I look either half asleep, (which I was actually), or like I have a weird lazy eye. Apparently the guy thought I should retake the picture, and asked me if it was okay. I waved it off, of course I don't mind my picture looking like a beat-up, half asleep, zombie monster.
He printed the card out, and I went in search of my first class. It wasn't hard to find once I got my map in my head orientated to the actual world. (I hate looking/feeling like a tourist. I never carry around a map.) I found my class, found a seat, and sighed in relief.
Until the room started to warm up like butter in a microwave. I was getting more that toasty. I started taking off layers, and I tied up my hair. By the time I was cooling off again, class was over. I had to go out into the biting cold again...
But to my great surprise, it was snowing. I couldn't help smiling like a loon at the swirling white stuff. I love snow with an incredible passion.
So for the rest of my time at the school, spent getting my train pass and then walking to the train, I was smiling like a crazy person. No one talked to me, so maybe it was a good defense against weirdos.
The next day went much smoother, and I was even more tired from not falling into a fitful sleep the night before. Though I did have a weird dream about being a P.I. for the ninja turtles. Donatello lost his shell, and since the shells are "one of a kind" I was naturally hired to find the shell. I don't know if I did...
The best part of my Wednesday was my Psych class. Human Sexuality. My teacher is great. Basically the whole class was her just rambling on about how she was going to teach the class. Then she would pause dramatically and say things like, "VAGINA!" and then wait, "Is everyone alright? I don't want to frighten you with my language!"
Yesterday went even smoother, and I managed to learn something. Something being a new way to do character sketches for writing. (Since obviously I love to write.)
Just for you guys, I will give an example of how to do this exercise.
Character Wants Actions
Gardener Award winning Creates own
Short garden natural fertilizer
Easily sunburnt Own plant shop Uses natural and
Hates Cacti Find a husband artificial light
Loves Corgis A jacuzzi Steals special seeds
See you just start with the Character part.
Then make what your character might want. Like And award winning garden.
Then, once you pick what you want your story to be about, (the want) you decide what actions the character might or does take to make that want fulfilled. There was some other gobbligook about stuff like flat and round characters. But I thought that stuff was more fun, and definitely should help me with creating characters quickly.
Especially since I have to actually write some serious papers for the class.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
How Not to Woo a Woman
Okay, so this maybe a partial reason why I am not dating anyone. In the past semester I have been approached by a few guys wanting to "get to know me better." While that is not a bad thing, it is really their approach that makes me think twice about me wanting to get to know them better.
Here is one example:
I am sitting in the library, with my headphones in, a textbook on a side table, a highlighter in hand, and my computer in my lap. A guy sees me working diligently, (by which I mean I am completely engrossed in my work and probably have a "leave me the fuck alone face"). He walks over. Says something. Blink-182 is blasting loudly in my ears so naturally I don't hear him. He goes one step further by waving furiously.
Do I know this person? I look up. Definitely not.
He says something again and motions taking out an earbud. I take it out. "Oh, hi. Can I sit here?"
"Yeah..." I answer drawing it out. "It is a public library." I go to pop my earbud back in. Instead he starts talking, and I feel obliged to be polite.
"So, you must be really good at science." I have a philosophy text book on the side table.
"Um, yeah... I guess if I want to be I am." I look at my final paper that I was working on so keenly. I want him to leave me alone. "So, I am working on this paper..."
"What classes are you talking?" He leans forward like an expectant puppy.
"Uh, you know, this and that. But I am working on a paper and have a class in a little bit." I don't have class in an hour, but he doesn't know that. It is almost two. I want to make a run for it, but it is fucking cold as balls outside.
I mistakenly think he will go away, and for the next hour I sit and and answer questions in as few of words as possible. There is really more nodding or shaking my head than anything else. Finally, I get fed up and start packing up.
"I really have to go. This was a... nice chat." I put my laptop in my backpack and hope he will just understand I am not interested. I don't know him well enough to be rude and just say, "Dude, not a chance."
He doesn't get the memo. "So can I call you sometime."
"Uh... no, I don't think so..." He looks crushed, "'Cause I am busy all the time, with work and school... I uh, don't even get to see my own friends or family..." I am panicking. So I nod and run away.
Here is my other example:
I am sitting outside my chemistry class, on my phone and listening to my iPod when a guy walks over. He makes some motion, and again, I feel obliged to be polite and look up, take my earbud out, and find out what he wants.
First he asks about my necklace. It's a rock on a sting that means nothing to me. He tells me about his ring of pink opal. Apparently it has hindu magic. I say okay, then turn back to my game on my phone.
He starts talking about the fact that I have Starbucks coffee. He tells me about a "cool coffee shop" near someplace that is probably out in West County.
I nod, some more, then put my phone in my lap, knowing he won't go away, but that the chemistry lab door isn't open.
And then for some reason, I think oh, he is actually kind of nice and normal. And then I think, I should give him my number if he asks. I should have known better.
When I finally do give him my number, I feel like maybe this is a good thing. Of course I know he wants to get to know me so he can ask me out, and that makes me feel good about myself. Look, people find me attractive!
Hey! This is Hirsch! How are you! He texts.
Pretty good :) I respond.
So I am going to Texas this week. But I wanted you to know that I have not stopped thinking about your long, slender, milky white neck all day. You would make a good weather person.
I make a really weird face and decide I don't have anything to say to that. Shit just got real.
A week later I get this:
U hvnt chkd up on me all WEEK! :( :( :( How r u gonna make this relationship wrk if we dnt tlk!!!
Disregarding the ridiculous "text speech" I decide again not to answer. Relationship? What the fuck?
A few days later:
Hey! I saw it was snowing, and I thought of U! I pictured u fallin n the river! :D
Uh...huh.
If we dnt ever tlk i dnt think we r gonna wrk out! :(
Kind of the point.
So, I know why you aren't talking to me. You have been abducted by aliens. That is the only way you would not talk to me. Because I know you would otherwise. So when the aliens bring you back, I will be here waiting for a message. :) :D
Sorry, dude. HELL FUCKING NO. Definitely not going to happen.
At least I have been smart enough to tell people around me about this weirdo. My little brother even offered to "make him eat his teeth." His words, but it paints a glorious picture.
My last example, I will simply link, because it doesn't need to be written twice. My second example though is the best example as to why I am single though.
Oh well. C'est la vie. Vie is full of weirdo imagining me falling in rivers. And assuming I am good at science. And guys going to parties that were totally not invited, and no one knowing who they are.
I guess the saying that would be more applicable it Ma vie amoureuse est morte.
Here is one example:
I am sitting in the library, with my headphones in, a textbook on a side table, a highlighter in hand, and my computer in my lap. A guy sees me working diligently, (by which I mean I am completely engrossed in my work and probably have a "leave me the fuck alone face"). He walks over. Says something. Blink-182 is blasting loudly in my ears so naturally I don't hear him. He goes one step further by waving furiously.
Do I know this person? I look up. Definitely not.
He says something again and motions taking out an earbud. I take it out. "Oh, hi. Can I sit here?"
"Yeah..." I answer drawing it out. "It is a public library." I go to pop my earbud back in. Instead he starts talking, and I feel obliged to be polite.
"So, you must be really good at science." I have a philosophy text book on the side table.
"Um, yeah... I guess if I want to be I am." I look at my final paper that I was working on so keenly. I want him to leave me alone. "So, I am working on this paper..."
"What classes are you talking?" He leans forward like an expectant puppy.
"Uh, you know, this and that. But I am working on a paper and have a class in a little bit." I don't have class in an hour, but he doesn't know that. It is almost two. I want to make a run for it, but it is fucking cold as balls outside.
I mistakenly think he will go away, and for the next hour I sit and and answer questions in as few of words as possible. There is really more nodding or shaking my head than anything else. Finally, I get fed up and start packing up.
"I really have to go. This was a... nice chat." I put my laptop in my backpack and hope he will just understand I am not interested. I don't know him well enough to be rude and just say, "Dude, not a chance."
He doesn't get the memo. "So can I call you sometime."
"Uh... no, I don't think so..." He looks crushed, "'Cause I am busy all the time, with work and school... I uh, don't even get to see my own friends or family..." I am panicking. So I nod and run away.
Here is my other example:
I am sitting outside my chemistry class, on my phone and listening to my iPod when a guy walks over. He makes some motion, and again, I feel obliged to be polite and look up, take my earbud out, and find out what he wants.
First he asks about my necklace. It's a rock on a sting that means nothing to me. He tells me about his ring of pink opal. Apparently it has hindu magic. I say okay, then turn back to my game on my phone.
He starts talking about the fact that I have Starbucks coffee. He tells me about a "cool coffee shop" near someplace that is probably out in West County.
I nod, some more, then put my phone in my lap, knowing he won't go away, but that the chemistry lab door isn't open.
And then for some reason, I think oh, he is actually kind of nice and normal. And then I think, I should give him my number if he asks. I should have known better.
When I finally do give him my number, I feel like maybe this is a good thing. Of course I know he wants to get to know me so he can ask me out, and that makes me feel good about myself. Look, people find me attractive!
Hey! This is Hirsch! How are you! He texts.
Pretty good :) I respond.
So I am going to Texas this week. But I wanted you to know that I have not stopped thinking about your long, slender, milky white neck all day. You would make a good weather person.
I make a really weird face and decide I don't have anything to say to that. Shit just got real.
A week later I get this:
U hvnt chkd up on me all WEEK! :( :( :( How r u gonna make this relationship wrk if we dnt tlk!!!
Disregarding the ridiculous "text speech" I decide again not to answer. Relationship? What the fuck?
A few days later:
Hey! I saw it was snowing, and I thought of U! I pictured u fallin n the river! :D
Uh...huh.
If we dnt ever tlk i dnt think we r gonna wrk out! :(
Kind of the point.
So, I know why you aren't talking to me. You have been abducted by aliens. That is the only way you would not talk to me. Because I know you would otherwise. So when the aliens bring you back, I will be here waiting for a message. :) :D
Sorry, dude. HELL FUCKING NO. Definitely not going to happen.
At least I have been smart enough to tell people around me about this weirdo. My little brother even offered to "make him eat his teeth." His words, but it paints a glorious picture.
My last example, I will simply link, because it doesn't need to be written twice. My second example though is the best example as to why I am single though.
Oh well. C'est la vie. Vie is full of weirdo imagining me falling in rivers. And assuming I am good at science. And guys going to parties that were totally not invited, and no one knowing who they are.
I guess the saying that would be more applicable it Ma vie amoureuse est morte.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Last Semester's Project
So, Last semester I had to do this project on urban legends, and had to create a video. And because I wasn't feeling particularly creative or awesome today, (on the contrary, I was feeling lazy and unawesome) I put this video together instead. I shows off my "creative side."
And the fact that for a good grade, I will make a fool of myself, dress as an old lady, and cackle hysterically in public. Plus I got to drag my little brother in on the antics.
Basically we did it all in one shoot, and the whole thing is just improvised. Hope you all enjoy it!
And the fact that for a good grade, I will make a fool of myself, dress as an old lady, and cackle hysterically in public. Plus I got to drag my little brother in on the antics.
Basically we did it all in one shoot, and the whole thing is just improvised. Hope you all enjoy it!
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