Starlight

Social Commentary

I have realized something this week. I almost feel ashamed to admit this because I've spent the better portion of my life studing sociology and psychology, both formally and informally, in the class room and in the real world. As a woman, I occasionally get approached by men whom, I can only assume are interested in me. Rarely ever do I get approached by someone I would not immediatly "friend zone" or immediately write off as creepy. Inversely, the men I'm attracted to rarely reciprocate. (wow, revealing!) so this got me thinking. Since Jost was near by, I asked him if he ever experienced the same thing....women coming up to him being labled "creepy" and the girls he's interested in usually not reciprocating. He said yes, and said that in a guy's mind, a woman who approaches a man falls into one of 3 categories....
1. Is-going-to-steal-a-lock-of-your-hair-and-make-a-voodoo-doll
2. Is pathetic or desperate for male attention
3.  (I was on the prescipesce of sleep so Im foggy on the last one, but it was undesireable as well)


Hmm. Okay, so basically when either gender approaches the other one, your chances of getting shot down are very high. So, what about the men too shy to approach a woman? Or maybe he is thinking about it, not sure if he should or  not, and she comes up to him? Wouldn't that end well for both parties? I know that attractiveness and personality comes into play here too-if you are a good looking man/woman, this almost doesn't apply to you...or if you make up for your lack of beauty with an attractive personality, that weighs in your favor when trying to impress the opposite sex. Like they discuss in How I Met Your Mother, in every relationship there is a "reacher" and a "settler"...someone who is "reaching" for someone out of their league and someone who is "settling" for someone below them. An attractive woman may seek out a man who is less attractive than herself because her self esteem is lower and she thinks hes as hot as she can get.

Without naming names or pointing fingers, I saw an exchange occur this past week where an older, exotically beautiful woman slinked off into the darkness on the arm of a much younger, less experienced man. (no, Im not saying that to be mean....people talk...) From the outside,she was so far out of his league, I was surprised she was allowing herself to be swayed by him. They were both attractive people,but on different levels This made me question her motives for sleeping with him...or at least vanishing for a while with him. I figured her self esteem wasn't where it should be, she just wanted some easy action, or he lied about his age. Are women who fall below the bracket of what's considered physically "hot/beautiful" (and therefore in the "very pretty", "pretty" and "reasonably attractive" categories) doomed and at the mercy of hoping that the guy she wants to get to know better comes up and talks to her? Are guys who fall into similar categories at the mercy of a simple "no" from a woman he finds attractive?
Of course, most of this is based on the thought of meeting a new person for the first time, or seeing someone at a party that you find attractive, whom you want to get to know better, and don't want to risk passing up an opportunity for conversation when in reality, you don't know if you'll see that person again.

I'm sure Joel can appreicate this thought train as I know he thinks about things like this as often as I do.
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brokensky

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I haven't written an inspired poem in probably years....which is sad. I guess The Muse stopped coming around when I got too busy for him. I stopped calling him and he stopped coming by late at night to share with me more than himself. Thusly, I can't honestly say these were the result of the Muse. Maybe when I can start truly being nocturnal again, my creativity will catch back up with me. I used to be a good writer...what happened? (Well I stopped reading as much I'll tell you that). I love the people in my life that remind me of what and who I am, when I start to dislike who I'm becoming. You don't know who you are, but I do.

One of these was the result of a particular emotion trying to surface and toss its beautifully ugly head about...another was written just because. I'm not telling which.

Your eyes were dying,
mine were alight
this silence is worse than the oncoming fight
I can't help but feeling;
that nothing is real-
so I'm holding on to anything,
that allows me to feel.
You're screaming in a vacuume,
its only silence inside my head;
your voioce is fading out fast,
like a flame flickering dead,
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The way you've moving in your sleep,
the torrid secrets that you keep,
I'm lost in your imagination,
you're dreaming me asleep.
my own feelings are drowning out thought
which flows like clouds, then are forgot {I know this is a little awkward, deal with it}
You are dark and familiar,
 a better edition 2.0
I know I'm still a stranger
but I'm hoping we can change that
you fill my thoughts,
but I'm so over love poems.
For today,
I'm just awake and dreaming.
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WolfRemember

Poetry

Here is an old poem I discovered. I think I will be posting more of these. This one was written 4-20(giggity)2004. Ive been writing since 4th grade-so pretty much my whole life. Good, I claim it not to be. Mine, I do.

Oh, and on an unrelated note, why can y ou set your mood on LJ to "high"? Do they mean the natural one? Well there is still more than one natural one!
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Inspiration only accompanies late night 
            gentlemen callers
                        and the results of
the                                                next day
when eyes weigh 10 pounds
and hearts are open.
Blonde haired
white shirted boys who dont know when to close their
                                                                                   mouths
and open their eyes
So sing me a Chinese melody,
     lost somewhere beneath the silence
and abstainance of the day
somewhere between and below 64 and 69.
Give me your hand and I'll sing the acompanyment
The words I say are never enough
but you tell me they are
(please keep feeding me these stories)
You paint up your lies and hide
under so many layers so no one notices
               but I see your true shape
I was once you
                       and now you take my place
                       as I have moved on.
Hold me for a million days, I promise
          I won't let go either but
                                         you were right-
        Promises are such frail things.
Still somewhere there is a laughter ringing through
                             the desert
and the sparrows shed a tear upon the cracked earth;
                          for she is gone.
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WolfRemember

Am I still asleep?

Today's been a day I just can't seem to wake up from. Last night, at midnight, I was woken up by my gums behind my last tooth being swollen and casuing me pain. I took some pain killers, and swished with mouth wash. Not a good idea. It just pissed it off, and soon the pain was spreading to my ears. I started having a panic/anxiety attack. Josh was getting irritated with me until he realized what was happening, then he turned into an angel; holding me tight and telling me it was all okay and that I wasn't going to die. (if you've never had a panic attack before, you feel like you are going to die, and you believe it-and its scary) It finally subsided, shortly after Josh made me a hot saliene solution to swish with. Stuff tasted aweful. I re woke at 10:30AM. My head has been spinning, and everything seems surreal. I took a test in my medical terminology class, didn't do so hot. I got up and made some cookies and had a snack. I did some stretches, hoping to bring the real world into focus. Its 2:17 PM and nothing yet. You know that feeling you get when you first wake up-where not much makes sense, everything is surreal, and time is as liquid as olive oil. THATS how Ive felt all day. I can't seem to shake it.

Ive got another test, a project and probably a couple chapters of homework to catch up on, most of it due today. Sunshine is sitting in my lap, and the house is quiet. I just want to put on  a movie and stare idly at the TV today. I also need to ship out another Windstone, but I dont forsee it happening soon. There is a FedEx open till 11PM right down the street. I may end up going there if I can "wake up" and find some energy.
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elk woods

Drama, drama, everywhere, and not a drop to drink

Most people Ive read the journals of, write about events in their life, both mundane and exciting. Their journal is their story in life. Mine, is more of a complaint box. I don't have a best friend whom I can complain to, and bitch to, someone who will nod and say "Yeah, man, that sucks! I feel your pain" Josh only wants to hear complaints when its something he can fix-and even then, he doesn't want to hear me complain. As a woman, I NEED to complain! It makes me feel better about a situation I nor no one can fix. Reason stands to say that if you can fix it, why complain about it?

My life is pretty boring. I try to live behind a façade that I have this exciting life, but the truth is, its super uneventful. I don't have the money to travel (yet), my classes are now online, so I can't comment about the interesting things my class mates do, and since September, I rarely leave the house because I haven't had the money to go shopping, or go out clubbing, or go out to eat. I am an un married housewife. I cook, I clean, I take care of my man, I take out the trash, and lately, Ive been taking care of ALL the animals here-not just the cats. The snakes are cool, but I dont love them the way Josh does. I feel sorry for them when they suffer, but they don't have a soul....okay, maybe. I don't know. Haven't put much thought into it. Fish and birds do not have a soul, and thats why I dont like them. Ive seen fish eat each other because they were bored. I digress.

Since my life has been so uneventful, my singular source of enjoyment and happiness has been my online forums (looooossseerrrr-yeah? bite me.) I get to chat with other losers, and all of us pretend we're normal...which, if you think about it, we are as normal as you...although we think *YOU'RE* the weird ones. Yes, I'm talking about the folks at the Windstone Forum, and my little pony forums. I'm not as much into pony collecting as I used to be. I used to have over 300, in their own room. That closed door didn't really hide a junk room, it hid a pink and magical room, wherein resided 300 pairs of little plastic eyes. No, I didn't paint the room pink, but 2 of the houses my parents and I lived in had a blue room and a pink one. I'm certainly not living in a pink room....and plus, the house on Briden Oak had a blue room on the front that got the best morning sun, had a better closet, better bathroom, and was bigger and easier access to the stairs. My huge pony collection has been reduced down to a small handful of plasic bins stored away in a dark closet as I slowly sell them all off. I'm keeping my very favorites, and the ones I had as a kid, of course.

Seeing as how I am in need of money, and I've sold all the Windstones I can bear to part with that...
1. I could replace
2. I wouldn't miss
3. are worth something
I decided to start selling ponies. I had some VERY rare and VERY sought after ones...like a mint on card big brother "Barnacle" that I sold for $250, a Brazillian rearing Milky Way I also sold for $250, and a couple of Greek ponies I got over $50 for. Still not as profitable as selling Windstones, but I dearly love all the Windstones I have...except for a large Wizard, and a gargoyle, but I can't seem to sell them.

So I list two greek ponies for sale. One of them, I end up doing a trade with someone for two sought after baby ponies, their accessories, and all 6 of the Wave 4 G4 (new) ponies, plus $17. I was going to buy the G4 ponies anyway, as I LOVE them, so that worked out well. The OTHER pony, I had for sale at $80 OBO...or BEST offer. Someone messaged me and asked if they could send me a down payment "now" and the rest in a week or so. I said sure, and went along my merry way. Well, then someone else messages me asking about the same pony. I told her (at the time) it was on hold, but I'd let her know if it came off of hold. She sends me two more messages, offering me $120, and then $160, saying shes not a paitent person, and she *really* wants the pony (now, as opposed to waiting for a cheaper one to come along) O.O Someone offered me DOUBLE my asking price? hot damn!! oh wait, that pony is already spoken for -_- I thought about it all night, and asked Mom for advice. I owe quite a few people lots of money-and that EXTRA $80 could get one more monkey off my back. I hated doing it, but I told the first person someone offered me $160-she could make another offer if she wanted, and if not, I'd be glad to refund her money. I felt like a piece of shit, selling out, but I was/am desperate.

I go to my paypal account, where person #1 sent me $40 for the pony. I hit the refund button. I sent her a message and told her I sent the refund, and appologised again. She messages me back the next day asking if I'd really sent it because it didnt show up in her account. I told her it showed up in mine. She writes back saying it showed up but its on hold-"I'm not necessarily blaming you but..." well it sounds like you are. "this has never happened before" well I dont know what to tell you. I'm not the person who put your money on hold-call Paypal. Apparantly, when I sent the refund, there wasn't enough in my paypal account (which I knew about) and Paypal pulled the refund from my bank (okay, knew about that too) and Paypal had sent her an e-check, so it was processing. O.o stupid paypal! The whole time I felt like she was angry and pointing the finger at me. I already felt bad enough backing out on her, and now I feel like I'm being scolded and accused of something thats not my fault? Kind of a buzz kill. Maybe I'm too sensitive?

Then I get messages from people saying 'I like your pony and I want it, but would you take 50%-%60 less than youre asking?" Not literally, but apparantly my prices are way off? Well, I only listed the ponies for sale because I thought they were valuable-so if they're not worth much, I"ll keep them :P Dissapointing finding out your $15 pony is only worth $7...but shes in near perfect condition with beautiful hair and a HTF accessory! whatev.

Then the Windstone Forum. I almost dont want to think about it. But someone totally put into a coma, my love of Windstones. For days after it happened, I almost wanted to put my entire collection back in boxes and store them away. Lets just say a certain someone promised to trade one of those damn grab bag young unicorns (I say they are damned because I love so many of them, and would love to have more than I do, but its not always possible-and they are all one of a kind, so if you miss one, its gone forever. People are HORRIBLY picky, or they put them up for sale and they go for double or tripple store price. You have to trade with 3, 4 or 5 people in hopes of getting what you want, and its a lot of work. One particular person keeps getting unicorns Id just about kill to have, and then offers them up for trade, but only wants Kelpie, who belongs to someone I *KNOW* will never ever trade her. I can't get that one, and there' s not another just like her, so its frustrating. This person wants a blue unicorn, I have a blue unicorn coming my way, I got SUPER lucky, and was able to trade for a blue one with orange eyes, and that first person is unsure if she likes the unicorn I got to trade her or not -_- I think I will love the blue unicorn in question, so I wont be at a total loss, and I think she'd be easy to trade, but GRR I don't see how other people are trading with her if shes so darn picky!)

.............so this PERSON, lets call her...hmm...Person 1. Person 1 writes to me saying she got my most favorite unicorn Ive seen so far and she will trade me. I'm so happy, and I feel SO lucky. She says she will send her end of the trade first, and after I get it, I can send her my end of the trade. She has had lots of bad feedback, so I'm glad for this. Then it went like this...(this is all paraphrasing)

Person 1(P1): I'll send the unicorn out to you on Monday! :)
me: YAY!!!!!!!! Im so happy and excited, you ROCK, THANK YOU
:::::::::::its Friday, no unicorn yet::::::::::::
me: Hey um, did you get the unicorn out? It hasn't shown up yet.
P1: OMG Im so sorry, my girls were supposed to mail it out to you, but they were goofing off and they didnt. I'll get it out to you ASAP
me: oh. That sucks. I was excited. But, shit happens. Just let me know the delivery confirmation number when you get it. And um, ,you told me in an earlier message you didnt have kids ....?
P1: SURE THING no problem! And, they are LIKE my kids. They take horse back riding lessons from me, Ive known them practically their whole lives
me, thinking, "O.o" oooooo-kay!
:::::::::several days later:::::::
P1: So like, Im sooooo sorry but Ive got some bad news. I took your unicorn to the post office, and one of the girls wanted to see it, and when she picked it up, the unicorn slipped out of her hands, hit the counter, and hit the floor. It broke into (this is a quote) "a bazillion pieces" I'm so sorry.
me: Well do you still have the unicorn? Im so very sad, I was so looking forward to getting him. I'd like to try and fix him.
P1: No, I had insurance on him, and I filled out the paperwork, since he was broken, I got the insurance money and went home, leaving the unicorn there
me: Well he is kind of a one of a kind, I'd like to try and fix him. Why would the post office give you money on something they didn't break? You can only purchase insurance and tracking on an item after you pay for postage. Why would you un wrap an item and un pack it just to show one of your girls? Didn't they see the unicorn before you packed it up?
P1:How dare you accuse me of lying! Why would I lie to you? It wasn't one of my girls, it was one of the girls that works at the post office. And to think, I was going to send you the ruby fledgling we talked about in another message as a surprise.
me: Im just saying your story doesnt add up. I'm not calling you a liar. Maybe someone offered you a bunch of money or you had a better trade?  I dont know.

Several days passed, and nothing. I sent this person 3 messages, then I get this back in reply,
quote, " believe you said all you needed when you wrote what you did on the young thread. I"m not for playing games with you and you cosistantly calling me out. What would I gain from lieing to you. I am so over it Linsey it's not even funny. The one thing you ARE right about is I'm done. You can be a total ass to someone for so long before they bite you in the ass.````Consider yourself bit````"

Here was my reply, to which I didn't get a reply to
quote, "

Um, I didn't call you out. I didn't say your name. And how have I been mean to you? As far as I'm concerned, I haven't done anything wrong. Your story wasn't adding up, and after hearing what you've done to other people on the forum, excuse me for being suspicious. You went so far as to try and buy something under a fake name because there are people here who flat out won't sell to you. I'm not the one playing games. I didn't say anything un true in my post. You told me someone at the post office broke Sprocket, and that's what I said. You never really said for sure if you still wanted to trade for Cleric, so I put him back up for trade-and even welcomed you to make an offer if you still liked him. You have lots of bad feedback here-not me. I have stuck up for you, believe it or not. People have warned me from dealing with you, and I have always told everyone that Ive dealt with you MANY times and not had a problem.
What would you gain from lying to me? I don't know. Maybe someone offered you something better in trade, or offered you lots of money? Maybe you decided to keep Sprocket? I don't know. It just seems strange that you'd unpack something you've already packed up, double boxed, purchased insurance and tracking on, just to show a postal worker? Why would anyone do that? It seems like a lot of work-and even at that, you've proved its not a good idea to do, because things get broken. Ive always had nice things to say about you, but your behavior and your last message make me think twice about it in the future."

I hate her. I am never selling to, buying from or trading with her ever again. I dont care if she offers me some insane amount of money. She can suck my left big toe for all I care. I have wanted to post something she might want for sale, and see if she messages me, just so I can have the joy of turning her down, or ignoring her messages.     

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sunset

So.............

So I need to stop starting and ending my sentences with "so". I guess I dont do this much online, but I do it a lot in "real life". I guess its because I get cut off and interrupted a lot, and in the last 3 years Ive been making a concious effort to keep my thoughts on track and finish what I start. My ADD keeps my thoughts sporadic, and the pills that keep my thoughts on track are $50 a bottle. I only half half of one left, and Ive been saving it for a mental focus emergency.....and trying to overcome it and focus on my own.

I came here to write about my Radiography expedition today, but Im  feeling thirsty and lazy. Time for a drink and more Garfield cartoons.
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WolfRemember

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Okay, so I ordered this awesome Garfield watch on ebay. The seller said it is gauranteed to work, it just needs a new battery. So it arrived on monday, and on tuesday I took it down to a jewler that Mom recommended in Spring to have the battery replaced. I didnt want to try to replace it myself because I might scratch the back of it, AND if it didnt work with the new battery, I was out the cost of the battery, and watch batteries are expensive. Mom said this place wouldn't charge you if they put the battery in and it still didnt work-theyd take the battery out, no charge to you, and thats it. 

So I get there, and its this tiny place in Vintage Park. The lady was super nice. Her jewler, Jose, put a new battery in my watch (now, know this, I only paid  $16.79 for this watch-but I love Garfield and I love astronomy, so Garfield+stars+moon phase=perfect.) and it worked just fine! Hooray! The battery was $8 and change. So I said this to the lady.
"Hey, Ive never had one of these moon phase watches before...is there a special way to set it?"
She says something to the effect of 'Oh yeah, just like this.' And takes the watch and starts turning the stem VERY fast, maybe 40 times over or more....enough to make the moon phase cycle through about 2 or 3 times-thats two or three MONTHS worth of turning in less than a minute. She realizes its not that detailed to show the different phases of the moon-just a full moon, the stars (a new moon) , and maybe a third one. She shows this to me too, twisting the stem really fast. Once the moon phase is on the correct "time", she hands it back to me. I was thrilled, thanked her, and left.
As I am walking back to my car, admiring my new watch, I notice something. Now it doesn't tick properly.The second hand kind of gets stuck at the 6 and 7 hour mark; it doesnt have enough power to start pulling its self upwards towards the 8 and 9 hour marks. I walk back in and tell her its not ticking properly. She hands it back to the jewler, and tells him to double check the battery. While hes checking it, we are chit chatting, she is showing me other pieces of jewlery they have for sale in the case, we're looking through this guide book of gemstones, she pulls out some special loose stones to show them off to me-she was really nice and friendly.

So the jewler hands the watch back and it still isnt working. He says he had to wiggle the stem a little-its loose and it must be sensitive. Yes, indeed, if you nudge the stem, it works-but stometimes it gets stuck and needs another nudge. I dont need a bracelet, I need a functioning watch that keeps the right time. I asked if he could fix or replace the stem, and the lady says they could (I dont think the jewler spoke english-she only spoke spanish to him and his name is Jose-he was a clean cut looking hispanic guy, to his credit-not a dirty Mexican) So the lady with the russian sounding accent says it will be $20 to fix the stem.

I tell her that's fine, go ahead and fix it, I'll be back on Thursday to pick it up.


 
I got to thinking about it on the way home, and I was thinking, 'You know...the watch was working perfectly before she started messing with the moon phase part' I feel like she broke the stem, and that I shouldnt have to pay for it. I have no problem paying for the repair, but I believe it was not broken until I took it in there.
I got home and called them back.When I called the lady, I told her who I was and said, "Hey, you know, I was thinking...my watch worked until you were turning the stem a lot to set the moon phase" . The whole time I was talking she was saying "uh huh...uh huh..." and when I finished talking, she said, "Oh, okay, Yes, Linsey, I'll pass along what you just told me to Jose." She thanked me, and we hung up.
Dude, I just suggested that maybe you broke my watch. I'm really bad with confrontation-especially to someone as nice as she was to me. I was in there maybe 20-30  minutes and she was pulling out all these loose stones to show me, and we were talking....but I dont want to pay $20 for them to repair the stem because I really think she is the reason it is loose, and therefore not ticking correctly. She was twisting it really fast, and a LOT-maybe 20 or 40 times....enough to make the moon face cycle through 2 or 3 times...thats 2 or 3 months worth of turning. I need to figure out how to word what I need to say. I want to avoid using the word "you" because this makes people feel isolated, attacked and it sounds like you're blaming them personally (well you are, but without using the word "you" it sounds better)

for example-"Look, I know you didn't mean to break the vase, but you should be more careful"
instead, say this, "Look, I know it was an accident that the vase got broken-but its not a good idea to be so rough and tumble in this room"

You're saying the same thing, you're still accusing that person of breaking your vase, but the other person doesn't feel like you're pointing a harsh finger at them.

I want to communicate with this lady and let her know how I feel in a way that she will side with me, accept the idea that maybe, yes, she broke it, and either give me a discount on the repair ($10 off or more) or fix it for free. She was really nice to me, and I dont want to sound like a jerk. Any advice?

brokensky

Social Advice

Even though I have two X chromosomes, I feel confident this advice is useful. It was inspired by an interaction between two co-workers. One of the male technicians walks into the male estimator's office. A moment later, the tech leaves and the estimator says 'Hey dude, thanks for last night'. I start to giggle a little. Now, I am positive they were both doing something normal-the estimator could have been thanking the technician for working last night-I dont know. But to me, who DOESN'T KNOW, it sounds hilarious.


As a man/dude, you should NEVER say to another man "Thanks for last night" even if the other dude brought hot wings to your NFL party. EVEN if the other dude helped you put an engine in your hot rod. Instead say, "Thanks for bringing the wings yesterday" or "Hey man, thanks for helping me put the engine in." Omit the words "last night" and offer a breif explination. It will save your butt one day. And you will have me to thank.


 


That is all.


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RunningWolf

__________+Too..early..for (blood))+____________


Its only 8:53 and I'm ready to kill someone. TOO EARLY FOR THIS SHI.....STUFF!  In addition to the frustrating but ultimately unnecessary expedition on the Texas DMV website yesterday, trying to figure out how I can get a custom plate back on my car, Josh calls me at 6:30 and asks me to bring him his pocket knife at work. So, being the awesome and good girlfriend that I am, I rush out of the house and over to him to bring him the knife. Im out of bed, dressed, fed, and pulling away from his job site at 7:30.
So I punch in my work address to get TO work. I'm close by and figure I'll be there 15 minutes early. I might even have time to stop in the new doughnut shop for a doughnut. Well stupid Verizon Wireless Navigator (VZW Navigator) keeps trying to lead me through a street that doesnt exist. Its in an old neighborhood and there's a brick wall, a driveway, and a brick house surrounded by big old oak trees. WTH! And no matter where I go, it keeps re-routing me BACK to this stupid street (Bethleham, oddly enough) and I dont know how to make it navigate around this. I spend literally 30 minutes trying to get to work and figure out this navigation and use way more gas than I should have, driving down neighborhood streets with road humps.

Well I finally figure out how to make it detour around Betleham and I'm 4 minutes from work -_- Instead of being 15 minutes early, Im 7 minutes LATE! It took 37 minutes to get from Kempwood and Bingle to Pinemont and Creekmont. OH MY GAWD!!!!!!

So I am supposed to get paid today-I check the bank on my phone-its not there yet. AND not only that, I'm EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLARS OVER DRAWN in my OTHER bank account. O.O Paypal thing-long story! But I STILL owe paypal over $300 according to Paypal. So The Universe is telling me I owe Paypal $900 on a $611.56 item. And the other $200 is NSF fees from Paypal trying to take the six hundred out of the bank.  I call them and the automated system tells me I wont get my payment until AUGUST 18TH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I desperately needed that check to cover the rent check that will be cashed, oh, on the FOURTH OF AUGUST! WTF!

Not only that, I had to borrow $200 from Josh and the bank for gas, cat food, people food, and the such. I used the money I got from selling my AC compressor yesterday to pay Josh back, but I still owe the bank $107, I owe the apartment $360, I owe Comcast $156, I owe the bank $844, AND all my credit cards are maxed out, and the one I have with my bank is over the limit because the bank tried pulling money from it to TRY in vain to pay the negative in my one account. Not to mention the $670 I owe to folks online for stuff, and the  $400 I need to fix the Air Conditioning in my car so I dont walk into class soaked in sweat. Im royally FUCKED! Pardon my language but thats how it is. I thought I would have my student loans by now so I could pay everyone off, but apparantly I wont get them until SEPTEMBER 14 so Im even more screwed. I was totally unemployed for two whole weeks, and so thats how I got so behind. I'm way more stressed than any 25 year old should be at 9:11 in the morning.

And then AT&T-after being on the phone with them for about an hour or more on Monday, when they should have been out on July 22nd to hook up my cable, but very long story short, they did not, so I got re-scheduled to August 8th, and then re-re scheduled to AUGUST 17th! And so this girl puts me on hold with some higher up department that is supposed to expedite my order because "we don't like to have orders out this long" and the guy not so nicely tells me "Yeah, the 17th is the best we can do. Deal with it." YOU WASTED MY TIME!!!! Jackass.

*exhale* I also have three Windstones to ship and several other boxes to ship. And homework to catch up on in my medical terminology class, half of which, I missed because I didnt have a text book because I didnt have any money because I didnt work for two weeks!!!!!

Life is kicking me in the balls and I dont even have any external genitalia. QUIT THROWING ME A SHOVEL AND START THROWING ME SOME DIRT TO STAND ON, BITCH!

And Josh gets upset when Im not happy and bubbily all the time. IM STRESSED THE FUCK OUT! I need money-badly. Lots of it to get out of this hole. God help my soul.
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A Trade Offer for You


I recently purchased a bottle of pre mixed Mojito drink. I didn't notice until I got it home that its a vodka base instead of a rum base. Im not particularly fond of vodka, but I tried it. I personally didn't like it. Since it was opened, there was no way I could return it. I doubt Specs takes returns anyhow.



What Im offering is a trade. I'll offer this bottle of Bacardi Mojito Vodka mix in exchange for something you have.
Feel free to offer me anything you have and want to part with. Here are some ideas.........
  • Cash (I paid $12 for this)
  • Home made cookies or cupcakes
  • Another bottle of liquor (Im a woman, I like girly stuff-flavored rums, (especially coconut) champagne, Tomisello's Cherry Wine
  • Dragon stuff
  • Almost anything with an animal on it
  • Gift cards
  • Cat bed
  • Blankets (I love fluffy blankets)
  • DVDs
  • Fabric (like for quilting)
  • Vintage sheet sets (no stains or tears)
  • Anything else!
Call or text me, reply here or on Facebook if you're interested in trading. :)

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