Buzzkill of the Day
Thought I was gonna do great on my latest translation, turns out I got a 4/20. A couple of reasons I'm not devastated. 1. The best person in the class got 280 pts. off , and considering that I was getting half that amount last semester on MY papers, you can tell this new teacher is a goddamned hardass. Seriously, she's fucking TOUGH. I had 486 pts. off. 2. The vocab in this, because it took place in a theater, was kind of trickier than expected. For example, a circle stair case is not, in fact, a staircase that resembles a circle with two round sides. It IS a stair case that leads to the "circle" or the snooty part for fancy people. What the fuck.
Now, we spent the first semester not being taught HOW to translate, so we're at a bit of a disadvantage. She's teaching us now, and she's a great teacher. The problem is that now I'm kind of doubting my choices on my new translation, which I felt I was doing really well at... we'll seeee.
Breathing hurts. Gotta stop.
This is why we can't have nice things.
My god. She gave you a NEGATIVE sextuple B+. That's Olympic level hardass grading.
I'm so sorry you got that wrong. But that is hilarious. So it's the stairs that lead to the VIP part of the party?
My god. She gave you a NEGATIVE sextuple B+. That's Olympic level hardass grading.
I'm so sorry you got that wrong. But that is hilarious. So it's the stairs that lead to the VIP part of the party?
Yeah, that's pretty much the grade I got, haha. The worst person in the class had over 600 points wrong.
And yes. That's basically what it is. And then she said it to us like we should have all known that shit already. -___-
The stairs that lead to the circle jerk. Of course French people expect you to know that.
Just kidding, Frenchies.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Francophobe.
I guess it helps if you know that The Circle, in a theater, is where the VIPs are. Pretty obscure though.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Yeah, I had no idea. And its not like it was "at the top of The Circle staircase" it was just "the circle staircase". Alas, it is what it is. I've learned about it at least.
Don't worry, I would have had it wrong too.
totally read that as 'cuntpasted' and now I can't remember what I came in here to post 
I read it as constipated.
Ordering Chinese food and had my whole order written out, ready to call and place, all sort of stoked because they had all kinds of interesting new stuff and better stuff.
vegetable mei fun? kung po lobster? Ummm, okay. yes please that sounds interesting.
Turns out I was looking at a online menu for some restaurant in Louisville.
So I ordered the same old thing from the same old menu in the end. 
Kung pao lobster sounds worth a drive to Louisville.
Seriously!
I was all excited, thinking they got a better chef who added new stuff or something.
Anything mai fun is pretty darn good.
And now I'm hungry for mai fun.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I don't order take out very often anymore. But when I do, there are so many Chinese take out places around here that I wonder if I should check out a different one from the one I've ordered from for years. But then I feel like... like... I'm cheating on Panda Delight. I don't know why I care. It's not like he isn't talking to every fucking girl in town. Whatever. I don't even care. I can call other places too. I'm just not hungry right now.
I'm 20 minutes from Louisville, I want the name of that Chinese Restaurant please. I have a favorite Chinese place right now and every time I order the Singapore Noodles Mei Fun. It is somewhat spicy and I love it. Spicy Chinese is my favorite.
Whatever Whore!
Taste of China or something. I typoed and ended up on that site.
I'll check for it.
Whatever Whore!
The Golden Dragon Wall of Wok Taste Panda.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I couldn't sleep last night, hungry and tired because of the alcohol.
That's the one.
I've got double shifts (work tomorrow at 7am in a town nearly 2 hours away), then head back to hometown and work the rest of double shift.
The baby is sick again, because her dad took her outside to play. It's 30 friggin degrees this morning! I'm beyond pissed. She just got out of ER a few weeks ago. wtffffff!! She can't even breath deep without choking on snot. Issy was perfectly healthy this morning when I left for work. Gahh!
And somehow, I've got to figure out how to skip one work to go to another work and fit an extra day in. Yah know what? Fuk that. I'm just going to jam pack work load tomorrow and concentrate on Issy getting well again. Lose a day in pay and retirement. Sacrifice.
Then I get a day off Friday, to get interviewed for G's scholarship. I feel like I will only damage her chances of getting full ride tuition.
Hey Noah good luck friend! Hang in there.
What Alecia said.
You are a good artist(highly marketable to adult humor demographic), kind, thoughtful and probably some other virtues. Stay positive and make sacrifices for your goals. Short term leads to long term. The devil is in the detail. So itemize your goals, and get aggressive!
I'm freezing all the time.
Fucking fucks.
So we've been told we're not doing this certain type of documentation right at work. We had some professional development on it last friday. On monday I came up with this system of how I can manage this documentation in my small area with my small team. The Bosses above me were all like "Oooh that's good, we'll steal that" and copied it, and changed it a little to deal with stuff in their own team. Then at the meeting tonight they were all like "We have to make this about the whole centre." and pooh poohed a bunch of stuff from my specific example (which was never meant to be about the whole centre) and then didn't come up with their own solutions and criticised anything anyone else came up with. And I had to keep trying to keep the meeting positive, and I came up with the next ideas anyway.
Ugh. This shit isn't even my responsibility.
I had a hospital appointment this morning in central, concerning the results of my colonoscopy which happened back on the 2nd January.
The doctor basically said as there was nothing wrong with my blood tests or colon, so I have IBS. My sister (a medical school dropout) told me that they always diagnose people with that when they don't really know what's wrong with you. I told my doctor this and I think she got a bit pissed off, but I don't care. She was then asking me if anything was wrong and said that being diagnosed with IBS was a good thing. Well no! Okay it's obviously a lot better than Cancer but for fuck's sake at least give me a condition with a bloody cure!
Annoying lady.
They diagnosed me with IBS but none of those stupid tablets work and I'm almost always sick. I wish I had the guts (heh!) to push them harder because I don't feel like it's right.
I have to admit that I don't take the tablets (Mebeverine, right?) regularly enough to notice a difference. I am going to try from now on though.
I've tried a few things. As far as I can really tell they at least stop the really, really painful cramps I used to get and all the other symptoms I'll just have to learn to live with.
I have a bad tooth and I've been putting off going to the dentist because it's going to be expensive and probably take so much time to sort out as usual but ugh, I really need to book now. Teeth are so dumb.
James and I had the most horrible fight last night.
Neither of us are wearing our rings horrible.
The cake I made ended up on the back patio horrible.
Gabriel coming home from school and cleaning the house and trying to be cheerful horrible.
Trevor needing to talk about it this morning and after school horrible.
James calling me from work trying to get me to say I love him in clear voice and not not a mumble horrible.
My brain wants me dead.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Yeah, well tell your brain to stop that. That's fucking stupid of your brain. It's not like someone threw a cake at you, or worse, you threw a cake at someone.
Actually. I don't know that for sure. Maybe there were cakes thrown in your life recently.
Are you fighting with your husband because you became involved in a platonic, pretend threesome with your online friends?
If so, I personally apologize for your lost cake.
If not, then I just hope peace is restored soon.
I wish I had cake. Even floorcake would be heavenly in comparison.
This is why we can't have nice things.
No. Although it did amuse me to tell him I received a marriage proposal.
My husband and I are fighting because we have been together for seventeen years, since we were teenagers.
And as romantic as that sounds to most people, the underlying implication is that every really really shitty manipulative heartbreaking thing any girl has ever done to him, that was me.
And every asshole fuck you over find out you are not actually cared bout thing that nearly any guy has ever done to me, that was him.
We are both still with the very person that fucked us up. All those insecurities and issues and worries that any person accumulates by the time they are well into adulthood, well, we did them to each other.
We know every detail of the traumas each other have suffered over a lifetime and we know to the most intricate nuance of facial expression and voice inflection exactly how to say the very worst words to each other in the way they will wound the most deeply, the way they will make a man that had an abusive father and swore he would never put a hand on a woman lose his temper to the point of losing his mind enough to threaten violence, the way to make a woman that was raised with more how neurotic mental illness than can be described in one internet post to throw a cake at a man and then leave and sit in the bushes at the park in the dark until the weird noises in the leaves scattered on the ground makes her get up and go home again.
I also threw the journal I have been keeping at him, right after throwing the cake. when I came back he wanted to make up, he tried really hard. said "I didn't know you were writing again?" told me he didn't read it, put it back on the shelf and for me to please just keep writing, even if it is nothing that seems to be anything, just keep writing.
And then I yelled more. Then I bawled my heart out after he said something about his worry of feelings he suspects someone else has for me. Then we cuddled and went to sleep.
My brain never wants to cuddle after we fight.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Neither does mine.
I guess people are supposed to cuddle though, to start to make things better again.
I'm sorry, Amber...I really am. I hope you guys can get to feeling good about each other again soon.
My husband and I are fighting because we have been together for seventeen years, since we were teenagers.
And as romantic as that sounds to most people, the underlying implication is that every really really shitty manipulative heartbreaking thing any girl has ever done to him, that was me.
And every asshole fuck you over find out you are not actually cared bout thing that nearly any guy has ever done to me, that was him.
We are both still with the very person that fucked us up. All those insecurities and issues and worries that any person accumulates by the time they are well into adulthood, well, we did them to each other.
We know every detail of the traumas each other have suffered over a lifetime and we know to the most intricate nuance of facial expression and voice inflection exactly how to say the very worst words to each other in the way they will wound the most deeply, the way they will make a man that had an abusive father and swore he would never put a hand on a woman lose his temper to the point of losing his mind enough to threaten violence, the way to make a woman that was raised with more how neurotic mental illness than can be described in one internet post to throw a cake at a man and then leave and sit in the bushes at the park in the dark until the weird noises in the leaves scattered on the ground makes her get up and go home again.
I also threw the journal I have been keeping at him, right after throwing the cake. when I came back he wanted to make up, he tried really hard. said "I didn't know you were writing again?" told me he didn't read it, put it back on the shelf and for me to please just keep writing, even if it is nothing that seems to be anything, just keep writing.
And then I yelled more. Then I bawled my heart out after he said something about his worry of feelings he suspects someone else has for me. Then we cuddled and went to sleep.
This post scared the shit out of me and kind of put a few things in perspective about my own life.
I'm really sorry you are going through this pep. It seems like you have a deep understanding of your relationship with each other. Hope you feel better soon.
My buzzkill today is that I got that stupid interlock installed in my car because it is mandatory in order for me to get my license back. I've had a migraine since yesterday and I'm just overwhelmed with trying to get everything in order before I get bombarded with school and work and wedding stuff.
Shit, Amber. That is really really horrible.
I don't know what to say about it.
I'm sorry you went through/are going through that, and please PM me or whatever if you ever need someone to blab to about stuff.
Damn, Amber. DEATHHUG.
Aw Pepper, I hope you've made up by now. Who does he say has feelings for you? (This is properly nosy and I'm sorry!)
I have had this migraine all night and stabbing pains in my jaw. Was lying there thinking I would throw up for hours this morning. Bad times.
Amber, sorry about your fight. I hope you find a way to forgive each other for what has happened in the past and move on from it.
I'm too buzzed.
I'm seriously shaking. Both my parents are from Colombia and I can't fucking hold my coffee. Oh the shame.
Sorry about your brain Tuffy.
I don't know what happened but I don't enjoy drinking coffee anymore.
I opened my curtains a little too hastily this morning and knocked my cactus off the shelf. The pot smashed and the soil went everywhere. I'll have to repot in this evening. I must stop smashing things!
I can't apply to uni's in England, because the tuition is too much for me as an international student. I would have liked to go, but it costs 16000 for the year and to get a student visa, I have to be able to prove I can pay that. Plus living costs.
England is overrated. Come visit for a short break instead.
Yeah, and the sad thing is I know that much but was lazy and cutnpasted instead of typing.
This is why we can't have nice things.