Okay so I'm actually not ranting in this one. I actually came looking for help. I have been inspired lately to do a vlog, as well as an actual blog that I would regularly update. The problem is in order to have a vlog I would think one would have to be interesting. I would have to actually have news to report and do interesting things in order to get views, right?
I also thought about creating a second blog here where I can blog about a specific subject and not just give everyone sadness. Quite obviously, that is not getting me a lot of viewers. (btw I am quite happy with the two I have. c: Quite a lot more than I expected, to be honest). I also thought about maybe "syncing" up my vlog and my blog so they could be related and I would have a topic for my blogs and I could have followers on two fields! The thing is, I would still need a topic.
I would also have to get over my shyness of the camera. I have no problem taking still photos, but a video camera where people can see me being shy and awkward is just too much.
But anyway! It was suggested that I could do a vlog about my artwork. But I'm not sure how I would be able to do that. I mean, yeah I could ask people what to draw but, I mean, then what? Any ideas on how that would go down? I think it's a good idea, I'm just not entirely sure how to make it happen.
But, hey, this is a suggestion block. Give me ideas guys! What do I need to get started doing a vlog? What can I v/blog about? What should I do?
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
I need to rant about... SOMETHING
I got on so that I could rant about something. Anything. I am not in a good mood and I feel a need to rant so I can get hard feelings I have out and avoid having a bad day. That and it has been way too long since I have been on here and posted anything.
I crated this so I could have a place to rant and rave and just be a little brat about anything. Though I feel a little bad that that's all this is used for. But all wall, that's what this was made for. So be it.
I'm still angry about the trash. And I don't give a crap how you feel about what I did. She was my friend and she has a right to have them. You don't control that and she needed to know I was there. Especially since you were angry at her for something entirely stupid. Also something you can do. But for some reason it falls on the shoulders of everyone else. Even though you get up before everyone else. But I guess it's too hard to take five minutes out of your morning to take out the trash to the curb. So you do it at noon the day before, and then leave it there for three more days, apparently trying to get us all in trouble for something you did.
I only wish I could swing life away.
If there was ever a reason to move out, it's for a clean bathroom. The bathroom was a mess when we first moved in, but it only got progressively worse as we lived in the house longer. I try so hard to keep my mess out of the way. But apparently filling the tub with water and leaving mold everywhere is a normal thing in any other household. Same thing with the kitchen. They claim they want to keep it clean, but there's constantly mess on the stove top, the floor, there's always rotting food in the fridge. The dishwasher is clogged now because the dishes are not cleaned before hand. (Which is apparently something their last house mate did and they didn't like. But they don't do it themselves. What?) And there's apparently something against sponges in this house. It's fine if you don't want to use sponges, but if that's the case don't be two faced, use my sponge, and then THROW IT FREAKING AWAY. How does that make sense? Anyone?
I've got a good mind to throw it all away.
But back to the bathroom. There's mold everywhere and someone thinks that leaving the fan will fix it. First of all. What? No. If you want the humidity to leave the bathroom, leave the door open when you're done using. The steam can leave much faster and much easier that way. It's not like it just sits there in the bathroom. And the fan just blows it around, not sucks it up. Make sense please. But if you want to waist electricity then so be it. I'm not paying for it. But also. Be sure your wife cleans her freaking blood off the toilet seat, and also wraps up her gross tampon dispensers (and not just lie about it). Also. I hope she knows that tampons CAN be flushed down the toilet. No one wants to see your gross, disgusting, nasty, mess in the freaking trash.
You talk about keeping the house clean but you do nothing to do just that. In fact. You do the opposite...
I just. I can't anymore. If there's a reason to move out, it's to get away from these people. If there's a reason to join the military... it's to get out of here... and get my own house... and have a chance to be happy...
I crated this so I could have a place to rant and rave and just be a little brat about anything. Though I feel a little bad that that's all this is used for. But all wall, that's what this was made for. So be it.
I'm still angry about the trash. And I don't give a crap how you feel about what I did. She was my friend and she has a right to have them. You don't control that and she needed to know I was there. Especially since you were angry at her for something entirely stupid. Also something you can do. But for some reason it falls on the shoulders of everyone else. Even though you get up before everyone else. But I guess it's too hard to take five minutes out of your morning to take out the trash to the curb. So you do it at noon the day before, and then leave it there for three more days, apparently trying to get us all in trouble for something you did.
I only wish I could swing life away.
If there was ever a reason to move out, it's for a clean bathroom. The bathroom was a mess when we first moved in, but it only got progressively worse as we lived in the house longer. I try so hard to keep my mess out of the way. But apparently filling the tub with water and leaving mold everywhere is a normal thing in any other household. Same thing with the kitchen. They claim they want to keep it clean, but there's constantly mess on the stove top, the floor, there's always rotting food in the fridge. The dishwasher is clogged now because the dishes are not cleaned before hand. (Which is apparently something their last house mate did and they didn't like. But they don't do it themselves. What?) And there's apparently something against sponges in this house. It's fine if you don't want to use sponges, but if that's the case don't be two faced, use my sponge, and then THROW IT FREAKING AWAY. How does that make sense? Anyone?
I've got a good mind to throw it all away.
But back to the bathroom. There's mold everywhere and someone thinks that leaving the fan will fix it. First of all. What? No. If you want the humidity to leave the bathroom, leave the door open when you're done using. The steam can leave much faster and much easier that way. It's not like it just sits there in the bathroom. And the fan just blows it around, not sucks it up. Make sense please. But if you want to waist electricity then so be it. I'm not paying for it. But also. Be sure your wife cleans her freaking blood off the toilet seat, and also wraps up her gross tampon dispensers (and not just lie about it). Also. I hope she knows that tampons CAN be flushed down the toilet. No one wants to see your gross, disgusting, nasty, mess in the freaking trash.
You talk about keeping the house clean but you do nothing to do just that. In fact. You do the opposite...
I just. I can't anymore. If there's a reason to move out, it's to get away from these people. If there's a reason to join the military... it's to get out of here... and get my own house... and have a chance to be happy...
Monday, May 7, 2012
Summer in Hawaii
NOTE FIRST: I'm not sure how this was never posted, but it never was and I think it needs to be. I'm not sure when this was written, I just know it was some time a year ago.
So, so far I have been having a good summer break, regardless of what my recent posts may be telling you. My life isn't all bad, and I feel like I should update something good every once in a while, you know?
So, so far I have been having a good summer break, regardless of what my recent posts may be telling you. My life isn't all bad, and I feel like I should update something good every once in a while, you know?
It's been almost a month since I got home, which means only one more month before I return to my baby. Which means I only have one more month to pay and work out college. :c I tried to work that out a week ago, but my adviser is on vacation. Ugh. So I'll have to call her when she gets back and hopefully we'll have that all worked out soon.
But for the happy news. I'm not pregnant, so that's a big plus. Though, I would like to have a baby I know I am no where near ready to handle that yet. So, thank you Lord for sparing me a whole bunch of disappointment and pain.
I talked to my dad about marrying Craig. And, he of course being a dad he wants whats best for me and even though Craig may not seem like whats best for me, he doesn't seem entirely opposed to the idea. So that's made Craig very happy, and me less nervous about marrying him. Now I just have to get through to Mom. I find her lots tougher to talk to. :/
Also, it seems as though I am constantly babysitting now. And it's paying a lot more than what I would normally be getting if I were to get a job. So, screw looking for a job anymore. The only down side to it is that I wont be able to put down the job experience on any resumes or anything. Just a bunch of babysitting. I would like to have the experience, but right now I just need the money. My mom payed off my housing deposit at school, and I told her I would pay her back. It was $300 and so far I have $270, if I counted right. I'm babysitting later today and it should bring me up to $300. Mom said that if I attempted to get a job while I was home she wouldn't worry about me paying her back. Well I'm wondering if babysitting counts. >,> I mean, if I have to pay her back I will pay her back. I would just prefer not to, ya know? xD
But I'm just greedy like that.
Anyway, I guess that's everything so far. Other than I appear to have made a new friend, although he's only online and across the country, but he is nice to talk to. I found him in the strangest way too. Oh well.
I guess I should be heading off now. I need to get ready to babysit.
Thank you so much for reading!
Arcana's first Christmas.
Arcana, a young girl with white hair and blue tattoos, awoke one early morning with a stretch and a smile. She went to her window and was surprised to find that it was hard to look out of. It was as if someone had come and covered it in a strange, white, translucent foam. It then occurred to her that her room was colder than normal. Awed by the foam on the window she wiped her hand over it and found the window become clearer, and the world outside appeared to be covered in a white blanket.
Surprised by all the white, Arcana ran to her host, the man she was staying with until she could learn to live out on her own. "Drake! Drake!" she called, running down stairs to his room, which was his living room. "Drake! There's something wrong with outside!"
The boy fell off the couch, "ouch... what do you mean?"
"There's a strange white blanket outside!"
Drake just looked at her confused, and then went to a window. When he saw what she was talking about he just laughed. "Arcana, that's called snow. It's frozen water that fell from the sky, and covered the ground."
The girl looked at him confused, "Frozen water that fell from the sky? First you tell me about rain, now you can tell me ice falls too?"
"Yes, of course it does," Drake smiled, "It's cold enough outside to where it can freeze the water." He patted her and looked at the calender. "Actually, it's gotten so cold because in a couple days a very important holiday will be here."
"A holiday? What one?" the girl asked.
"A holiday called Christmas," Drake responded, "Christmas is a holiday of great joy and giving. It's a holiday that Christians celebrate. It's a holiday where families gather together, friends spend time together, everyone treats others with kindness, and on the day of Christmas, people exchange gifts, and Children can't wait to see what Santa brought them."
Arcana was just in awe at what he was telling her. "Who is Santa?"
Drake smiled, "Santa is a man who travels the globe, giving presents to everyone who was good all year. Anyone who was naughty, however, gets a lump of coal."
"Naughty? I-I want presents, have I been good?" the girl was genuinely worried.
Drake did nothing but laugh and nod in response. "Yes, now, dress in something warm. We're going out and getting a tree."
After getting an explanation about why they were getting a tree and why they were going to decorate the house, they were on their way to find a good evergreen tree. Arcana, dressed in a white sweater and jeans, tried her best to help Drake choose a good tree. They found a nice, fat, green tree to take home. They bought the tree, loaded it up, and took it home. Drake set it up, Arcana having no idea what to do. She was still figuring out what this whole holiday was. She had come from a place where they didn't have snow, or cold, or Christmas. However, the whole idea was a wonder to her, she was loving it.
She watched as her host went to a closet and pulled out a box. As he opened the box it was revealed to her many different trinkets that showed sparkle, shine, and gleam. There were rope like things that glimmered and sparkled. There were little trinkets that resembled toys with little strings attached to them. Some resembled what Drake described to be Santa. Others were shaped like stars, wrapped boxes, and many assortment of things. Drake explained to her that they decorate the tree with all of these decorations, as well as little lights on strings, which he pulled out of a separate box from the closet. He explained to her how they twist the lights around the tree, and she helped him the best she could. Once it was all wrapped around Drake plugged in the lights, and Arcana was surprised to see the entire tree light up with color.
"It's so beautiful," she said quietly, as she stared at the tree. Drake smiled and handed her the end of the tinsel.
"Here," he spoke softly, "We twist this around just like we did the lights. Wanna help me?"
Arcana couldn't refuse. She smiled and helped him wrap the blue tinsel around the tree with him. Once that was finished, Drake handed her a couple of ornaments and began hanging his own on the tree. They worked together to hang every last ornament on the tree, both of them having a wonderful time just spending their time together, creating something beautiful.
Once every last ornament was on the tree, Drake pulled out the final touch. "Now, we put on the tree topper," he smiled as he pulled out a beautiful star. Arcana could only smile at it. Once the man placed it at the top, he plugged it in and it lit up almost the entire room. The star was gorgeous, Arcana thought the tree didn't need anything but the star.
Drake could see her fascination and could think to do nothing but hug her. Arcana smiled, feeling very at home in his arms.
The next day Arcana awoke and went down stairs to find the tree still standing, still beautiful, even if it wasn't lit up at the time. What disappointed her was the fact that Drake wasn't sleeping on the couch where he should have been. In fact, he was no where to be found in the house. She began to be worried, what could have happened to him? She was frantically looking for him around the house when she heard the door shut. She turned to see Drake walking into the house, holding a rather large bag. He seemed to try to hide it and smiled as he went to the closet.
"What's that?" She couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, nothing," Drake replied as he shoved the bag into the closet. Everything was very suspicious, but Arcana had learned to respect people's privacy, so she let it alone.
Finally Christmas had come, and before Arcana could even wake up, Drake was in her room. She woke up to find him sitting next to her bed holding a wrapped box. "Marry Christmas," he said softly. He handed her the box. "Go on, open it." Arcana just looked at him, taking the box. She began to unwrap it, opened the box, and inside she found a nice, white, brand new scarf. Scarves were probably her most favorite accessory since she had come to Drake's world. She smiled, pulling it out, and wrapping it around her neck. "Now come downstairs," Drake started as he held out a hand, "Lets see if Santa visited us."
Arcana smiled, taking the man's hand. He led her downstairs to the tree, which had a little bit added to it. A couple of presents were placed under the three. Arcana smiled, rushing to the tree. She sat down and then stopped. She looked up to Drake.
"You know, I don't really need these presents," she said with a smile. Drake looked at her with concern, "Because, I realized, ever since we got this tree, that, the only present I need, is you." Drake could only smile. Nothing more was said, the two of them only sat next to each other as they held each other.
Surprised by all the white, Arcana ran to her host, the man she was staying with until she could learn to live out on her own. "Drake! Drake!" she called, running down stairs to his room, which was his living room. "Drake! There's something wrong with outside!"
The boy fell off the couch, "ouch... what do you mean?"
"There's a strange white blanket outside!"
Drake just looked at her confused, and then went to a window. When he saw what she was talking about he just laughed. "Arcana, that's called snow. It's frozen water that fell from the sky, and covered the ground."
The girl looked at him confused, "Frozen water that fell from the sky? First you tell me about rain, now you can tell me ice falls too?"
"Yes, of course it does," Drake smiled, "It's cold enough outside to where it can freeze the water." He patted her and looked at the calender. "Actually, it's gotten so cold because in a couple days a very important holiday will be here."
"A holiday? What one?" the girl asked.
"A holiday called Christmas," Drake responded, "Christmas is a holiday of great joy and giving. It's a holiday that Christians celebrate. It's a holiday where families gather together, friends spend time together, everyone treats others with kindness, and on the day of Christmas, people exchange gifts, and Children can't wait to see what Santa brought them."
Arcana was just in awe at what he was telling her. "Who is Santa?"
Drake smiled, "Santa is a man who travels the globe, giving presents to everyone who was good all year. Anyone who was naughty, however, gets a lump of coal."
"Naughty? I-I want presents, have I been good?" the girl was genuinely worried.
Drake did nothing but laugh and nod in response. "Yes, now, dress in something warm. We're going out and getting a tree."
After getting an explanation about why they were getting a tree and why they were going to decorate the house, they were on their way to find a good evergreen tree. Arcana, dressed in a white sweater and jeans, tried her best to help Drake choose a good tree. They found a nice, fat, green tree to take home. They bought the tree, loaded it up, and took it home. Drake set it up, Arcana having no idea what to do. She was still figuring out what this whole holiday was. She had come from a place where they didn't have snow, or cold, or Christmas. However, the whole idea was a wonder to her, she was loving it.
She watched as her host went to a closet and pulled out a box. As he opened the box it was revealed to her many different trinkets that showed sparkle, shine, and gleam. There were rope like things that glimmered and sparkled. There were little trinkets that resembled toys with little strings attached to them. Some resembled what Drake described to be Santa. Others were shaped like stars, wrapped boxes, and many assortment of things. Drake explained to her that they decorate the tree with all of these decorations, as well as little lights on strings, which he pulled out of a separate box from the closet. He explained to her how they twist the lights around the tree, and she helped him the best she could. Once it was all wrapped around Drake plugged in the lights, and Arcana was surprised to see the entire tree light up with color.
"It's so beautiful," she said quietly, as she stared at the tree. Drake smiled and handed her the end of the tinsel.
"Here," he spoke softly, "We twist this around just like we did the lights. Wanna help me?"
Arcana couldn't refuse. She smiled and helped him wrap the blue tinsel around the tree with him. Once that was finished, Drake handed her a couple of ornaments and began hanging his own on the tree. They worked together to hang every last ornament on the tree, both of them having a wonderful time just spending their time together, creating something beautiful.
Once every last ornament was on the tree, Drake pulled out the final touch. "Now, we put on the tree topper," he smiled as he pulled out a beautiful star. Arcana could only smile at it. Once the man placed it at the top, he plugged it in and it lit up almost the entire room. The star was gorgeous, Arcana thought the tree didn't need anything but the star.
Drake could see her fascination and could think to do nothing but hug her. Arcana smiled, feeling very at home in his arms.
The next day Arcana awoke and went down stairs to find the tree still standing, still beautiful, even if it wasn't lit up at the time. What disappointed her was the fact that Drake wasn't sleeping on the couch where he should have been. In fact, he was no where to be found in the house. She began to be worried, what could have happened to him? She was frantically looking for him around the house when she heard the door shut. She turned to see Drake walking into the house, holding a rather large bag. He seemed to try to hide it and smiled as he went to the closet.
"What's that?" She couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, nothing," Drake replied as he shoved the bag into the closet. Everything was very suspicious, but Arcana had learned to respect people's privacy, so she let it alone.
Finally Christmas had come, and before Arcana could even wake up, Drake was in her room. She woke up to find him sitting next to her bed holding a wrapped box. "Marry Christmas," he said softly. He handed her the box. "Go on, open it." Arcana just looked at him, taking the box. She began to unwrap it, opened the box, and inside she found a nice, white, brand new scarf. Scarves were probably her most favorite accessory since she had come to Drake's world. She smiled, pulling it out, and wrapping it around her neck. "Now come downstairs," Drake started as he held out a hand, "Lets see if Santa visited us."
Arcana smiled, taking the man's hand. He led her downstairs to the tree, which had a little bit added to it. A couple of presents were placed under the three. Arcana smiled, rushing to the tree. She sat down and then stopped. She looked up to Drake.
"You know, I don't really need these presents," she said with a smile. Drake looked at her with concern, "Because, I realized, ever since we got this tree, that, the only present I need, is you." Drake could only smile. Nothing more was said, the two of them only sat next to each other as they held each other.
I need to write something good here
I never seem to have anything good to write here. So I'll just keep it short here.
My manager cut my hours this week. And I'm too afraid to call her and tell her I need more hours.
I hope I see her at work tonight so I can confront her then. And this is ridiculous. I'm gonna call her.
Alright so I called right? Well, it went to her voice mail. That means she's busy. Maybe she's at work already and I'll see her there tonight. I should have left a message, but I didn't. But I consider it an accomplishment that I even made the call, just like I made the accomplishment of actually answering the phone at work yesterday. I don't know why I fear the phone so bad, but I do. But I suppose I'm making steps to get over it.
But anyway, at least I made the attempt. And if she is busy I don't want to be a burden to her by calling her over and over. So, if she's not at work tonight, I will try again tomorrow and leave a message. Hopefully then she will give me a call back then. If still not, then she should be working on Thursday and when I go to get my pay check I will ask her then if she can be sure I work more hours next week. I cannot be working only three days with my pay check being what pays our rent apparently.
But anyway. I feel better after making that call. The only thing bothering my now is this sting in my eyes due to my roommate's cooking. I don't know what he does or how he does it, but every time he cooks there's always a smell, lots of smoke, and stinging in my eyes. But oh well, he's my only ride to work for now so I can't much complain about it.
Which reminds me I really need to start learning how to drive. But I seriously need my permit first. So this week when I get my pay check I'm going to stick with my plan of putting aside $200 for the rent and using what I have left for whatever I may need, which might be a permit. Hopefully anyway. It might be shampoo and soap instead.
Soon I also plan to confront my managers about getting me a full time job. This part time isn't cutting it.
Which reminds me. It's been brought to my attention that I should return to school. But not so much for actual school, but instead to learn a trade. If I learn a trade an I can go to school for only 2 semesters at the least and then I can get a job where I can earn more than minimum wage. The one problem is that I don't have an interest for any of the trades presented to me. I thought about cosmetology, first it was hair, then it was nails. I feel I could do nails much better than hair, but I dunno. It's much more of a possibility than hair.
My husband and I looked into going to Columbus Tech together. Perhaps I should just look at everything they have to offer and then decide if I can do it or not.
Also, my husband is still not sure what he wants either. He wanted to go to school as well, and he seems to have a much better idea of what he would like to do too. But I suggested the navy to him again, and I know he does not want to do that. Besides, I'm pretty sure it's just me being selfish to want him to go into the military just so I can live the way I'm used to.
For now it's up to him what he wants to do. I think going to school would be better for him. It would benefit him much more, because then he might be able to achieve his dream of publishing Strike. It's hard for him right now, with his work and everything. And I think school, honestly, would give him less time, but he would also be less stressed I believe. I think he can handle school much easier than he can handle his boss at work.
Ultimately it's up to him. As it is for me to decide if I want to go to school or not. Whatever happens, I know we need to start making more money. We were rejected for a credit card and a loan is our of our hands right now. So weather it's more school or more work, we need to get something done.
But I'm proud of my husband. Though slow, he is starting to get some drawing done. I try to make him work, though he just can't be forced to work. But he's trying to get himself out there and I'm proud. He's doing a better job than me at it.
Sorry this turned into a bunch of rambling from me. It was supposed to be good things, but yet again it just turned into me letting out my true, sad feelings. But at least it wasn't totally depressing. And I wasn't completely sad, I was just letting out some thoughts.
Thank you for reading. <3
Monday, April 23, 2012
It's been too long. I need to rant.
BLARGH.
I've been sick the past couple of days. Just a head cold, but it sucked. I had no medicine, and had to work while sick. I guess I can't complain... this isn't school, this is the real world and I need a job. It didn't seem to effect my work, at least no one said anything. But I felt horrible.
Still having a little bit of strain with the room mate. Just the husband. And I don't think he even notices. If he doesn't, then he needs to open his eyes. However he needs to open his eyes about a lot of things. He thinks he knows everything. Urgh.
I also found out recently that work is still high school. But harder. It doesn't help that everyone that works there is pretty immature. I know I may not be much better but, seriously.
And my roommate is complaining lately about how she's not taken seriously. And she thinks it's because she's a woman. Where that may be part of it, it may also be that she does not come off as a respectable person. She acts just as immature as everyone at work if not worse. She always acts like a child, complains about everything, and is too afraid to be herself. She always tries to make up for everything by talking about politics, but that's not her at all. That's her husband no doubt. She even admitted that she would have never gotten into politics if it weren't for him. I still think they're not right for each other. No one does. I think Sarah may only be with him just because he knows how to handle money and she needs someone to be responsible for her. She knows that without him she would have to go somewhere she doesn't want to be. I believe she's just using him. They're always arguing, always mad at each other. Paul never pay attention to her unless she does something wrong, and then she does something wrong he always over reacts. I even proved it, in front of her. She did something "wrong" and he got onto her about it. I did the exact same thing and he tried to cover it up with something completely ridiculous. And that's something else wrong with him, he's always full of crap. He's always lying and trying to cover himself up for sometimes no reason! He lies and gets mad when people call him a liar, when he is the biggest liar. The why I know this is because I used to be the same way. I lied all the time, and some times for no reason. But I grew up faster than he did I guess, and he's older than I am. That's sad, isn't it? What a crappy, pathological liar, mentally unstable, multi-personality syndrome, in-the-closet bi, husband. -Sigh-
Anyway.
Something I needed to get off my chest is the suggestion my husband made. He thinks we need a credit card. I can understand where it can be a help; it would help our credit, we can get things we need, and help us learn responsibility. But at the same time I'm so scared. Everyone I talked to said not to get one. But everyone keeps telling Craig to get one. I guess we are going to get one... and we're going to keep it where we wont have our hands on it almost ever. We're going to get what we need and that's it, then lock it up in a safe place and begin paying it off and never touch it again except in emergencies.
I also still need to get my new ss card... Craig and I need another day off together in order to do it... But Craig has no gas and things just keep piling up... I'm still not on his bank account either and I can't do that until I get another id which will either happen when I go get a state ID or get my drivers license, and I some how can never find the time to learn how to drive.
-sigh- But I guess that's it. As for good news, the only thing I can think of is about a project I am working on. It's going to hard. Blargh. Also pay day is this Thursday. yay~
Okay. Anyway. I guess that's it. Thank you for reading.
I've been sick the past couple of days. Just a head cold, but it sucked. I had no medicine, and had to work while sick. I guess I can't complain... this isn't school, this is the real world and I need a job. It didn't seem to effect my work, at least no one said anything. But I felt horrible.
Still having a little bit of strain with the room mate. Just the husband. And I don't think he even notices. If he doesn't, then he needs to open his eyes. However he needs to open his eyes about a lot of things. He thinks he knows everything. Urgh.
I also found out recently that work is still high school. But harder. It doesn't help that everyone that works there is pretty immature. I know I may not be much better but, seriously.
And my roommate is complaining lately about how she's not taken seriously. And she thinks it's because she's a woman. Where that may be part of it, it may also be that she does not come off as a respectable person. She acts just as immature as everyone at work if not worse. She always acts like a child, complains about everything, and is too afraid to be herself. She always tries to make up for everything by talking about politics, but that's not her at all. That's her husband no doubt. She even admitted that she would have never gotten into politics if it weren't for him. I still think they're not right for each other. No one does. I think Sarah may only be with him just because he knows how to handle money and she needs someone to be responsible for her. She knows that without him she would have to go somewhere she doesn't want to be. I believe she's just using him. They're always arguing, always mad at each other. Paul never pay attention to her unless she does something wrong, and then she does something wrong he always over reacts. I even proved it, in front of her. She did something "wrong" and he got onto her about it. I did the exact same thing and he tried to cover it up with something completely ridiculous. And that's something else wrong with him, he's always full of crap. He's always lying and trying to cover himself up for sometimes no reason! He lies and gets mad when people call him a liar, when he is the biggest liar. The why I know this is because I used to be the same way. I lied all the time, and some times for no reason. But I grew up faster than he did I guess, and he's older than I am. That's sad, isn't it? What a crappy, pathological liar, mentally unstable, multi-personality syndrome, in-the-closet bi, husband. -Sigh-
Anyway.
Something I needed to get off my chest is the suggestion my husband made. He thinks we need a credit card. I can understand where it can be a help; it would help our credit, we can get things we need, and help us learn responsibility. But at the same time I'm so scared. Everyone I talked to said not to get one. But everyone keeps telling Craig to get one. I guess we are going to get one... and we're going to keep it where we wont have our hands on it almost ever. We're going to get what we need and that's it, then lock it up in a safe place and begin paying it off and never touch it again except in emergencies.
I also still need to get my new ss card... Craig and I need another day off together in order to do it... But Craig has no gas and things just keep piling up... I'm still not on his bank account either and I can't do that until I get another id which will either happen when I go get a state ID or get my drivers license, and I some how can never find the time to learn how to drive.
-sigh- But I guess that's it. As for good news, the only thing I can think of is about a project I am working on. It's going to hard. Blargh. Also pay day is this Thursday. yay~
Okay. Anyway. I guess that's it. Thank you for reading.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Social Security
So we went in to change my name yesterday. And it turns out that I gave them the wrong address. So now my new SSC is going out to someone else's house... I really have to cry...
I called them and they told me it was already sent out, so there was nothing they could possibly do...
I have to fuckin wait until the 19th before I can give them a call and say "Yeah I never got my card because I gave you the wrong address like I told you guys a long time ago."
And then the guy was like "Well maybe you have an actual mail guy who knows who's mail goes where"
What the hell is he talking about? What mail man is gonna know anything by the person's name on the envelope? Hello?!
However, from what I understand the address I gave them doesn't actually exist. So either they'll get it back and they'll give me a call, or I'll just never receive anything and hopefully no one else will either. Oh I pray to god no one else gets my card. Two weeks is more than enough time to do tons and tons of damage... I'm so scared....
I'm praying so hard that it just never turns up anywhere...
I called them and they told me it was already sent out, so there was nothing they could possibly do...
I have to fuckin wait until the 19th before I can give them a call and say "Yeah I never got my card because I gave you the wrong address like I told you guys a long time ago."
And then the guy was like "Well maybe you have an actual mail guy who knows who's mail goes where"
What the hell is he talking about? What mail man is gonna know anything by the person's name on the envelope? Hello?!
However, from what I understand the address I gave them doesn't actually exist. So either they'll get it back and they'll give me a call, or I'll just never receive anything and hopefully no one else will either. Oh I pray to god no one else gets my card. Two weeks is more than enough time to do tons and tons of damage... I'm so scared....
I'm praying so hard that it just never turns up anywhere...
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