Buzzkill of the Day

Noahrm23 wrote:

Oh man

You really must stop doing this. It accomplishes nothing.

You know what my sister used to do? She used to go into her basement or garage and smash glass. For hours sometimes if need be. Panes of it, mostly, but also old dishes and stuff. I don't know where she got it, but that is what she would do.

It shatters beautifully and is fully satisfying to get the aggression and violence out without actually inflicting any harm on oneself or anyone.

My friend's mum would put cans in a pillow case with an old pillow and my buddy and her brother were allowed to bash it up with a vacuume cleaner pole thingee.

I hope everyone is doing ok today.

Today was a bad day for no reason at all. Just people gave me shit is all. But on the upside, I wasn't sad or depressed about it at all. No, today I was pissed. They say anger gets you focused. Then why did I totally get ADD at th gym today? I was lifting weights and said, fuck this shit. I'm going to do push-ups. Then on the treadmill, I said, fuck this shit. I'm going to go 9 miles an hour just because.

Cool now though. Just need some sleep.

Thanks for the hugs and support. I was able to sleep that night which is a good sign. I don't want to let my other boss down so I'll wait things out. Her husband hasn't been back since so we'll see how things go. If I feel unsafe at all again I'll talk to her. I'm sure she'll understand and if she doesn't I have to take care of myself first and foremost.

I was away for a matter of weeks, or a week, or some amount of time the accounting of which I'm oblivious to due to the dreadful chron, but there has been many more posts in Buzzkill than Hooray; like Buzzkill got 115 and Hooray got four, or something. I made a pie to demonstrate this but it wasn't a graph, nor was it made to demonstrate anything but rather to eat, which I didn't eat anyway because I don't bake and I didn't make a pie and here are the results: Ya'll some negative mother fuckers. Sheeeeeit. Come on. Did any of you even have a buzz to kill?

My sister and her boyfriend split up this weekend. Despite some bumps, I really thought they were going to spend the rest of their lives together and I'm really disappointed things didn't work out.

I'm secretly hoping they will.

Cigaret burn on my palm is a bad idea.
BUT ITS MY DAY OF BIRTH

I'm so tired I think I'll just go to bed. I didn't even read too much today, just a few pages.

The fuck, organism? It's not even 11 pm.

Oh my god, I feel so bad for myself right now. Sheldon has antibiotics twice a day for a week and that cost me £43, a bird shit on my head yesterday on my way to uni and just now I had one spoonful of broccoli and stilton soup and started having an allergic reaction. Turns out it has fucking peas in it. Why put peas in broccoli and stilton soup??? Jesus. So now I feel so rough, itching on the inside of my ears. This week has been shit so far.

That all sucks, Amy. How do you spell your name? Because I thought I saw it as "Amii" but then I've also seen it as "Amy".

I've woken up with an allergic reaction too! It's like that sun allergy I had. I think it was this bum cream I used on Lucy. It's really concentrated beeswax or something. My face is all swollen and red and itcy.

Argh we can be swollen itchy face buddies. My lips are all lumpy, so gross. It's Amy but I started writing it Amii when I got a Wii in 2007, haha, it's tragic. TRAGIC.

Hehe! That's funny!

It was Amii when I showed up here so I'm stuck with that.

These fucking cats.

You have the coolest sig now, Tuffy!

That little animal is cute.

Me and the bloke still feel sick. I was feeling nauseous most of the time anyway, but it's 10 times worse at the moment. Stupid norovirus.

I have a sore throat and drank lots of tea today and it still hasn't gone away, it's awful.

Sick and preg. That's pure torture. Feel better soon.
Don't know if you live near Auckland, but Elvis Costello & The Imposters return to Auckland, New Zealand on Saturday 19th January 2013 performing at The Civic Theatre.
Hope that cheers you.

Rockin' N' Reelin' in Aukland New Zealand!

This greatly saddens me.
http://www.npr.org/2013/01/15/169412670/a-new-chapter-a-launch-of-the-bo...
I understand the reasoning behind it. And I don't give a fek. Nothing will replace the tactile handling of a book. What a cheat for the future generations.

You know, I understand the desire for an actual book. Like, I love having a real book in my hands and being able to put it on a shelf, etc. But really, at the end of the day, what I care about is that people are reading. And a library promotes reading. That's what matters to me. That people are reading. Don't care what, don't care how.

It's finally sinking in that I have to go talk to some strange man about my problems tomorrow and even though I have no problem doing that on the Internet it's still really scary and I'm nervous. I don't want to go now.

It will be fine, Roseate. If you find he's not working out for you you can ask for a different therapist.

I had really bad post natal depression last year and talking to a therapist was the best thing I could have done. She really helped me.

I hope that you have a good experience and it helps you.

Jaz is so right!

Good luck, Roseate. He's there to help you, not judge you.

It'll be fine Roseate, not worth worrying about. Make the most of it I say.

I have had no sleep. I was lying there all night trying to sleep, bored and stressed and about half an hour before my alarm I nodded off. So I feel disgusting now, need to be at the bust stop for 7:40, uuuuuugh.

Bleh my sore throat was worse this morning so I went to the doctor and got a nose and throat exam (have no clue what they're called in English, smears?) and a million meds - luckily no antibiotics. But today I have an exam and also have to focus on something that might turn into a hooray, so shoo, sickness!

We refer to vag swab tests as smears! Throat examination sounds less dodgy.

Hope your throat gets better soon.

Thanks, I feel like puking all the time from all the spasms that I get from coughing (or trying to).

The stupid test was 10 pounds at the clinic but they could only do it on Monday, so I went elsewhere and paid 35. Woo-hoo.

It's funny, Irina, I've noticed that depending on who you're addressing, sometimes you change the monetary system you're using. For example, you just said pounds to Hattie, but I've seen you say dollars before, and I'm pretty sure you've said something else in the past. Probably euros, maybe. Not a criticism, I just found it interesting

SAY NO TO THE EURO!

EDIT: I understand why Irina does this. It's considerate. I try to talk in US Dollars here in order to be understood.

Yeah, I do that. I also use the Fahrenheit system when I complain about how cold it is here. It's because it's easier to understand, although what 10 pounds can buy in London and what it can in Bucharest is very different. For instance, there's nowhere in this whole city I could go that would take me 10 pounds if I get a cab. Maybe if I circle the city and get in traffic jams. In England, the meter reaches 10 pounds in no time.

Certainly does! I'm trying to cut back on late night black cabs as it's so extortionate... but sooo nice!

Got in, stood around for ages, head of department ran over to tell us our seminar was cancelled because the lecturer was "snowed in". Like fuck. She doesn't live that far outside of Cardiff to have that much of a radically different snowfall. Had four hours until the next lecture so I went to the library to get a form I need and the bitch librarian was so SO rude. She even rolled her eyes at me because I got the name of the form I needed wrong. So I decided that today is a fucking write off. I've come home. Really upset, feel like such a dickhead after the way that librarian spoke to me in front of people.

She's the dickhead.

Yeah, some people just have giant spiky sticks up their ass, and they're never happy.

We do know what pounds and euros are.

Yes, but some people don't understand the exact value.

^This. Let me effin' convert for you guys.

I'm pretty sure no one has ever asked you to convert anything. You don't have to effin' do it.

But I like it! I don't get to do math nearly as much as I'd like to.

And I just yearn to be understood.

I enjoy converting Fahrenheit to Celsius and Standard to Metric. I usually do it in my head even when I'm just by myself and not talking to anyone.

Monetary systems I know not much about and don't bother with.

But converting temperatures and measurements when speaking to me is unnecessary.

Lib, that's pretty handy. I need to be a big poster for my daughter's dorm room, and one for my kitchen would be sweet.

I do need to know how many Summer Glaus fit in my fridge, so I am going to agree with "useful".

Although... That doesn't specify "disassembled" or otherwise.

Thank you all. It went ok. I didn't really talk about much because my mom was in the room with me but she won't be in further appointments. The shrink wants me to keep a journal of when I get nervous and write about it in explicit detail so we can figure out the problem. I only got to talk about my anxiety because I didn't want to bring up anything else in front of my mom.

The shrink is kind of strange and something is way off about him but I don't know what yet. I'll give him a chance.

I hope you all have had a lovely day.
(no buzzkill I just thought I'd post here to follow up)