It cracks me up when I see boys who wear eyeliner and they have NO CLUE how to wear it. They have these big ol' retarded circles around their eyes. It looks like someone punched them in the face.
It doesn't matter how goth you are. It just looks stupid. You look like a throw back from the raccoon family.
Knock it off.
YAY! I fixed my comp.
I totally thought I was going to have to take it in to get it redone, but after just sitting down with the right stuff I got rid of it.
Effin browser hijacks blowballs. BIG ONES!
I am so glad I don't have to take this effer in. At least now I have all my stuff backed up on my old tower so I don't lose a lot of my programs.
I'm happy. :D
Ugh.
I've gotta change over to my old comp tower and get this one cleaned out. There is something funky on it and I can't get rid of it.
There are programs on here I don't use, so it would just be easier. I can get rid of that crap and put on here stuff I KNOW I use.
I knew I kept the backup one for a reason.
heh.
Oh.. and I seen some tee hee hee funny stuff today that make me giggle with glee. It made my day. :D
AH HA!
SO.. with very little sleep last night, because I decided it would be SAFE to sleep at the OTHER side of the bed that wasn't against the wall. :| So I kept havin crazy weird dreams. Then there was a thunder and lightening storm. It was BIG and LOUD.
SO that woke me up on and off.
I knew that lil fucker was still in here. So I took a broom and swept the walls the floors and the curtains.
Low and behold that lil fucker comes truckin' out.
So.. I gots him.. well rather.. I screamed like a sissy bitch again and my dad got it. :|
All that matters is..
IT's DEAD. Yay!
*skips off*
I cannot stand spiders.
I. Hate. Them.
The little ones.. don't bother me, BUT I cannot stand the creepy ones.
As I was sittin here, closing down my stuff to go to bed, I look over and see a spider on the wall. It was a pretty good size one. I could see the legs move clearly when it walked.
I go to smash it.. AND IT FRIGGIN JUMPED.
I screamed like a bitch.. and I have NO shame admitting it. Then he bastard shows up on the other side of my wall.. where it then crawled into the curtain OVER my bed.. I made my dad get up and check.. he says "it's not there" as he runs his hands inside the curtains and stuff. Eff that.. NO FOR REAL EFF IT. This sucker was kinda big and it jumped.. ain't no way in HELL..
My ass is moving to the couch for the night. I am gettin' the heebiejeebies just thinkin about it.
And as I type this.. I am watching the window and seeing if that bastard shows up. If it does..
I will scream like a bitch again.
Ick. *twitch*
Do not assume ANYTHING when it comes to me.
Do not assume I do not like you unless I say it.
Do not assume that just because someone tells you something about/or what I have said it has came from me.
Do not assume that I am friends with everyone, because I am not. I have different levels of friendship. Especially since I have trust issues due to certain things. There is very few people who have actually had a serious convo with me. There are even fewer who actually KNOW me. And there is a VERY SLIM amount of people who I talk to on an everyday basis that can give you the ins and out of me.
I don't know why people assume things, especially when it comes out of the mouth of other people.
I mean seriously, I am not a hard people to actually talk to, unless I have made it very clear that I want nothing to do with you on any level.
If you question that, then friggin ask me, I have NO issues with telling someone why I do not care for them or why I do not choose to associate with them.
Basically DO NOT assume anything with me, because I am pretty sure it's not even close to the real deal.
I've not been 'around' much. And it feels pretty good.
It's nice to just sit back and chit chat with the people you really enjoy. You don't have to worry about any B.S. You just hang out and enjoy chatting with them and being around them.
I'm glad I have them. They make me smile. :)
Over a span of about 10 years, give or take some times within the years, the role of being a 'nurse' gets old. Especially when it is not your profession.
The times when having to bottle up your own pain in order to attend to others takes a toll on your body. In both a spiritual and physical sense. It takes even more so of a toll when the other persons issues are from purposely neglecting themselves.
In many ways I feel so much older then what is stamped on my birth certificate. I feel older mentally, physically, spiritually, and any other way possible.
I know that is also why I am so strong in my don't b.s. me attitude and my pickiness of friends. Life is short, time is short. I have no use for wasting time being nicey nicey to someone when I could in fact be spending time with people I truly enjoy.
Much like when you hear older people talk or say things that might be offensive. They are old. They have EARNED the right to say that. They have seen things that not everyone has seen, experienced things not everyone has and dealt with things at a time when it was damn close to impossible.
I feel like that most the time. With the things I've had to deal with and do. I've earned being able to express myself the way I do and think the way I think.
Much like other people.
Just some random thoughts.
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