Pointless Announcements

I used to as well but years of playing world of warcraft broke me of that habit.

I always read it as first one then the other.

For Maximum Enjoyment!

Sometimes i miss World of Warcraft.

Second roommate this year is moving out and I'm super excited.

I think I may need to see a doctor maybe.

The school newspaper posted this ridiculous article entitled “One Big School Full of Fake People!” and of course I can't keep my big mouth shut so I went on the newspaper's blogspot and posted a lengthly reply. I don't understand why the dumbest people write for the school paper. The girl can't even write.

What'd you do to this one?

Nothing that I know of. He's just moving onto campus. I have to help him move his stuff though, because he doesn't have a car and I suppose that his friends don't either.

So an update as of today with my, um, we'll call them legal issues, with that cop.

She came by today and I told her to go away that I wasn't going to talk to her there was no reason for her presence et cetera. She try's to hand me an envelop and I tell her I won't take it there is probably a ticket inside blah blah. And so she opens it, and she is visibly shaking, unfolds it and it is a coupon/letter for me to take Max to a vet free of charge to get at least his smaller issues taken care of, plus a thorough examination of what the bigger problems are or whatever. and she promised to let me be after I took him in.

I don't understand how I have managed to strong arm a cop with my anger into leaving me alone and doing something nice like that on top, putting effort to seek a vet and a fund out and bringing me the okay from said vet and fund to bring him in. It isn't a humane society charity fund thing, another animal hospital.

How do I get away with yelling at cops and then them doing something nice for me and promising to leave me alone?

Your righteous anger has shaken her soul.

Must have.

i doubt I would have had the same luck with a Portland cop, however.

Turns out it was my PMS wrath that shook her soul, as my pony has came today to visit for the week.

I'm so glad you'll be able to take him to the vet, that's going to make you feel a bit better. Who knew police could be that kind?! Well done Pep!

I'm awake and I wish I were asleep.

I am wondering why my bedroom clock says 3:50 am and my laptop says 1:50 am. Maybe I am really dreaming. That's how to check right? If the time s screwy on the clock?

Maybe this post won't be here tomorrow.

Maybe I should go do something more interesting than this, like fly out the window.

Pepper jumped out the window because one of her clocks was wrong.

Just the final straw ya know?

It looks like you are saying you need to see a doctor because I jumped out the window, Skydolls post above yours.

Don't bee that sad. It was only three feet down and I just got a little muddy.

Noh. No. I am thinking I should see a doctor because my arm has gradually stopped working. Not really painful anymore, just kind of useless and frustrating.

Titanic is on tv and I keep ending up in the living room. My sister is watching it for the first time, I think I'd seen it about 6 times when I was her age.

The 3D experience last April was perfect, I don't wanna spoil it on tv now.

That isn't good.

Is it the same sort of problem you had before, you think? Which arm?

I need to get dressed and get some thing done around here.

I want to rearrange the younger boys bedroom, I keep putting it off.

I think I should eat something today too, that might be a good plan.

You should start by eating something.

According to Louis CK, doctors don't care when you get to be Tuff's age.

My arm doesn't work.
It'll do that.
Can you DO anything about it?
No, that's just the way your arm is now.

I should start by getting dressed, as I am naked and I do not think the boys would appreciate me in the kitchen in this state.

(took a shower, came back to my room, started culting instead of being productive and getting myself decent.

I feel I should note that I got back from the gym and my left arm hurts. And I can't bench as much as I used to be able to. So yeah, my arm is fucked up.

...Tuff's age is elderly? Or doctors don't care about people in their early/mid forties?

I just realised I don't know which number forty Tuff is on this year.

Maybe everyones arms are fucked up. My wrist never healed properly from breaking this summer. Lifting a gallon of milk is difficult with my right arm. Not the weight on my arm muscle, but my wrist itself doesn't want to do it, feels all collapsyish. Chopping or cutting hard things like potatoes or cheese is difficult at times too.

4.

My left knee is fucked up, I see it when I'm stretching and compare it to the right one.

I have also realised I don't know Amber's age. 30 going on 31, or 31 going on 32?

I won't let it get me down though. I walked away from a car wreck. I'm going to get it back to the way it was.

I hurt my forearms quite badly the when I first started working out, because I didn't know what I was doing. The bones in my arms were hurting for months and months, and it's to the point now where if I try to lift something in a certain way that weighs a lot, I feel it there. Since we're on the topic of fucked up arms.

Irina, I will be 32 in a few weeks.

I actually forgot my age recently and for a while I thought I was turning 33 next.

Ailment thread now, everyone!

Does this count as an ailment?

I had a bit of a mini existential crisis laying in bed hungover to all hell some months back.

Everything hurt inside and out and I started freaking out inside my head that I was trapped in this body, couldn't escape, for the next four or five decades likely. It was sort of traumatic. I think I may have still been a little drunk.

I had two mini crises, one when I graduated from high school and the other after college.

Of course I watched the last 20 minutes of Titanic, too, fuck it. Didn't even get a lump in my throat, though, I was with the family, but now I'm back in my room, let the sobbing begin.

I had a really nice day.
I like to see palm readers sometimes just for fun but it gets very strange because they all tell me the same things. Today, though, the girl new a lot about my family life.
She said that time will heal my wounds and that my father is watching over me. She knew he was dead. He is in a good place and he’s ok. She said that soon and for the rest of my life my good luck from god will come and I will have my chance. She said I will be a writer. I have been extremely blunt and honest from the age of thirteen but I never mean to hurt people with my words when I am being so. She said I will be in New York and Los Angeles and I'm not meant to just do one thing for the rest of my life in some small town. I will do greater things. She said that I’m extremely intelligent and that my isolation from my family isn’t my fault. I’m going to live a long time and that comes from my ancestors. The women in my mother's family have lived and are living a long time and that is true. She said I have two soulmates but my marriage will be strong. 1-2 children. She knew about some friends that have given me an extremely hard time. She told me I need to keep working and everything will eventually be ok for me but I need to let time do its work. She said was that I’ve already lived the life of an adult and I’m only sixteen (she knew) and that really struck me. She spoke about my mom and said that she always has good intentions and I need to try to understand her before she can understand me. She could feel our distance.

I am a firm believer in this kind of thing but I'd never be dumb enough to let it rule my life. It does help though because I am extremely anxious to know what will become of me. Which is stupid because what I'm doing now is what will become of me. Whatever. I'm 16. Holla.

Chiromancy can be spooky like that if you get someone who knows what they are doing.

Next time show no reaction. Don't lean forward. Don't let any facial expression leak. They move forward based on your reactions to broad statements. How you look and even the location of the place you are in. My friend escorted his brother to NA. The reader a little down the street, assumed my friend was a drug addict.

I only got a little over 5 hours of sleep. I have a cold, which makes it hard to breathe, and I'm just overall uncomfortable. It's 6AM on a Sunday morning, ugh. I should take a nap later today or something.

Once at a "Psychic Party" (pay a self-proclaimed psychic to show up, you have a private session, then everyone compares readings while getting really, really drunk) this particular "reader" was so spot on it was disturbing. She told me things that I hadn't told anyone else, very private and in vivid detail. This crowd of party guests, including the hosts, could not have prepped her in any way.

I don't know if she was able to predict my future, but she certainly was able to read my mind. The entire reading was like this. No laughable generalizations, no taking cues from posture, clothing, facial expressions.

I was rattled; so were some of the other guests(the sober skeptics). Not because of what she had told me, but by how much she knew about my thoughts. The details! Also, I was uneasy that she might enter the deep, dark recesses of my mind and see how effed up I really am....

So yeah, there are people who have that gift. Sounds like yours was a positve experience with one of them. Good things for you to look forward to! Truth.

You guys.

Clearly.

Something like that was happening with my ex a few months ago. He was dealing with some other more pressing stuff though so he wouldn't go to the doctor about it. It went away after a few weeks and he forgot about it.

I don't think he should've ignored it but having had to listen to his complaining and see his inability to get comfortable, I'm very sorry you have to go through that and I hope you get it resolved somehow... I don't know exactly how to order the waking-up-tomorrow-and-not-have-it-anymore option though.

What were you doing wrong?

I'll admit that I'm too drunk to read the thirty or so new posts, but I will say that most people suck and make me very sad.

Your drunk grammar is impecabablele.

I admire that a lot.

All we did was talk about our broken arms and if we remembered how old we are or not, you did not miss much.

I started doing curls, but I moved up in weight too quickly, and I was using a straight bar, so I think my arms were just not strong enough and in a bad position.

i'm looking forward to this Halloween already (provided my jaji lives that long). that way we can put a peg on truncated leg and dress him up like a pirate. he was a marine, so it's sorta fitting.

Why thank you!

I think I'm still drunk.

I'm trying to back off from the whole ordeal but Brandon Tietz is really getting on my nerves. I promised Kirk i wouldn't troll him here or on Litreactor but if he keeps sending Haley messages on Facebook, my hand will be forced. I'll post screencaps when i have them but it went something like this:

Brandon's fake FB acct: The joke's on you, junior. (Insert link from my signature that Haley already saw a week ago, which is obviously fake)
Haley: LOL fuck off.
Brandon's fake FB acct: I don't know, i think it's real. This guy looks like a total dork. I remember you from Match.com and you can do better.

Haley had an account on Match.com and she doesn't even know the password or how to delete the account. All Brandon did was Google her name and the account came up. That's the only ammo he can get, whatever Google shows him.

I'm doing nothing right now but he has one more chance. This is all so ridiculous and Brandon's not smart enough to mess with me apparently.

Hmm, that's not just creepy it's bordering on harassment.