Hunter/Huntress

I got a new idea for a story.  That I got, like, when I woke up this morning.  So I wrote out the main ideas.  Right when I woke up.l  It was pretty cool actually.  I started a play yesterday, but the story that I wanted to write wasn’t going to work for a play very well.  I would like to write another one ( I wrote one, in like, May), because I liked the process and it was fun.  Easier than writing a whole story, not so much of the character development, and you just get straight to the story.  Not so much details as there is dialog, and since I’m better at talking than describing, it works.  I would like to make a movie, but that would require a Video Camera, which I don’t have.  And if I wanted to get one, that would mean saving a good 500$.  Which, right now, is out of the question.  So for now, I’ll just write the scripts and all for it.

So right now I am at my Aunt’s work, waiting for, oh, about 10 AM, so that way I can go to the mall.  Like oh my god, I get to go to, like, the mall!  Oh my god! 
That’s enough of that.
Ya, I’m going to the mall, just gonna hang out all day I guess.  Not do some shopping - hello, I have 20$ left.  So ya, just hanging out I guess.  Nothing super exciting. 
Actually, ya, nothing super exciting - I was going to try to find something that was a bit more exciting, but obviously it didn’t quite work very well. 

Yesterday was boring - I stayed at my Aunt’s all day; I did dishes and watched movies and that’s about it. 

Oh, and Mr. Spencer is back on VB.  Hmmm….Ya, there’s this weird post that I’m kinda worried about, in a not really worried way.  I don’t know who he’s talking about in that post, but I have a feeling….A strange feeling.  Then again, I do screw things up don’t I!  And then my comment that I left on the other place is deleted…..Gosh I really don’t want to know, but I really want to know.  How confusing! 

Okay, I’m bored.  =D. 
Gotta go to MYB and see what mail I don’t have.  How nice?  Right? 

Oh, and when I get home - SATURDAY!!!! - I have to take new pictures, cuz, well, you’ll see, and then I’ll post them up everywhere on Sunday.  What’s crazier, is that I’ll get to be HOME!!!  Yay!  And then, you know, I’ll get to sleep in my bed and not have to worry about how much noise I make because everyone is downstairs instead of in the very next room.  No more having no internet - a very lonely thing, for sure.  And then I’ll know what’s for lunch, and no more missing my momma and daddy.  Yes, I miss my mommy and daddy - hello, I’ve only lived wtih them since I was like young as far as I can remember, hello!  =P  And then, when I get home, I’ll have to vacuum.  Oh well. 

I am so bored…..Oh well.  Such is life. 

You know, actually, this week and almost half hasn’t been all that bad, but I don’t think I could have any more than two weeks of it at a time.  I’m sorry, but I’m tired of hearing my cousin cry over everything.  It blows my mind on how that works.  I’m sorry, but, um, there is no reason to have to be that upset over going to bed.  Ya, it sucks, I know; torture though?  Ya no!  But then again, it’s bed time…..Ummmm….She was told way before hand that it was going to be bed time, and so I don’t see how it could be so terrible, after she’s had so long to get used to the idea.  Actually, I don’t know, she just seems to cry about everything.  And then complains that there’s nothing to eat, when there is PLENTY to eat.  Um, at my house, we don’t have half of that to eat - it’s cereal or a sandwich, pretty much, if you want anything extra to eat, so I don’t see what the dealio is.  She just gets worked up over them things, and it’s like wow, I don’t remember having such problems when I was 5.  Life was good and easy, bed time was something I had to do, and there was no crying over it that I can remember.  Sad thing is, she’s got it real easy…..Just wait till she’s a bit older, life really sucks…What’s she gonna do then?  I don’t wanna be around to see.  I really don’t.

I’m a bad person, but I can’t tell you why.  I’m not allowed to.  Okay, I’m allowed to tell you anything and everything, but then again, not really.
I would love to tell you, but I don’t know if I should, because, well, I’m not sure that telling would help anything.
Basically, to wrap up, I’m annoyed at things in how are going - no people my age, and for the past few days, being with a 5 year old most of the time isn’t the best thing ever, you know.  Then there’s the part about not getting to talk to Scott, pretty much at all, and it’s very sad.  And then, there’s the part about how, you know, I’m bored out of my mind almost all day, so I try to watch TV or eat something which gets old after a while, when there’s nothing of variety to eat, for reals.

Anyway, I better go.  One, because my phone is dying and I”m supposed to call my Aunt every hour.  Yes, I’ve only been gone for half an hour, but I have nothing to do once I get on MYB and do stuff.  Other than that, I’m done.
I’m out.
Catch y’all laidher.

So, I’m 6 days into the 14 of my “vacation” and I’ve only gotten internet twice.  Which isn’t bad I guess, for not having internet. But it’s rather annoying, all the same.
You know, it’s 1:15 in the afternoon, and I’m hoping hoping HOPING that Scott will get on soon because I haven’t gotten to talk to him in like a week, and I’m not having withdrawals yet, but I would like to avoid that as much as I can.
Actually, he needs to get on like right now, simply because I say so.  =D
Maybe he will.  He better.
Especially when we ended the conversation last Friday not on the best ideas, and the last blog post that I had didn’t really put how much I like him in the right light.  The fact that I got pissed at him shows that I care for him - I’m retarded that way. =D
But you know what, he just got on, so I need to go talk to him.
I’m out.

Oh, on a sidenote, Scott, <3 u…..=D.

I did it.  I finished.
There were a few political posts that I decided I really didn’t want to read, simply because, well, I wasn’t in a political mood, sorry.  And there were a few long posts I mainly skimmed through, but other than that, I read it all.  <– See end of this post, blog writer guy who I won’t name for, well, no real reason other than you may not want to be actually mentioned.
All, who knows how many posts.
How fucking sad is that.
Oh, and it goes without saying said person still hasn’t returned yet.  It has been four hours, if I’m allowed to divulge that.  Not that I’m being picky or anything, no, because that’s not me, but it’s true.
Scott’s on.  I don’t really care about how he’s taking some chick to this fireworks thing (”actually she asked me, but ya we’re going to that” or something is what he said).  I really don’t want to know.  I don’t care.  Then he has the great idea to say my “vacation” won’t be what I think it will be (ending in me seeing that I really am an idiot, have no social life apart from the computer, and need constant communication other than that of a five year old).
But, whatever.  Maybe after two weeks I won’t feel like I do right now - that I don’t give a shit about him.  Hmmm…Maybe that’s just me being the unreasonably angry person that I am right now.  Don’t ask what it’s from.  Part of it is worrying about the next two weeks - two weeks without internet?  Like I’ve already said, I have a strange feeling that I have a way of weaseling out of people’s minds, only to be forgotten, so when I come back there’s this awkwardness because they forgot that I existed.  Don’t ask where that feeling comes from, it just does.
Then part of it is this the part about how,  you know, it’s been four hours, and now I’m finished reading the epic and have no idea which posts I commented on so I can’t come back later to see if they commented back (like you’re supposed to do).  One thing I hate about blogger - you’ll never know,  unless you go to the post itself and check.  WordPress does that for you, which I like.
Ahhhh…..It’s 2:30 in the afternoon and I’m starting to freak, no idea why.  Yesterday it was an insane amount of energy, which I think is returning.  But me being in my sour mood seems to have killed the fun.  As, well, it always does.  But, as we all know, I’m perfectly fine.  I’m just having a bad day, everyone has those.
I am normal as all hell.  Normal stupid life, normal not accomplishing anything, normal insecurities, normal nothingness of an existence.  Because I am just that normal.
No, I just happen to have an insane amount of anger-energy right now, that can’t be put to any use.  Unless I want to go and pack, which I should do.
God I need a hobby, other than this, other than sitting here, waiting on peoples (not referring to the person I actually am waiting on though).  I’m tired of being used as a doormat - see a previous post, no idea which one it is though, fairly recent.  I’m tired of having to sit back while nothing happens.  I’m tired of thinking that it doesn’t get better - because as far as I know, it doesn’t get better.  Things get worse, so I’ve learned.  Things are falling apart, and I’m not even legal yet.  I mean, I swear this whole year of my age has been my mid-life crisis.  Which, means I’m living to the age of 32, but I’m okay with that.  I don’t want to get old anyway.  I’m going to kill myself if I ever get old and retarded, old and decrepit, old and not able to do anything but think about how good it used to be - I will never do that, because I can’t stand the thought of it.  It’s far too depressing.
What is far more depressing is this: life sucks, I find these things that make me all excited, then I get bored.  I find that if things don’t go the way I planned I hate them any more, they aren’t worth my time, and I move on with them.  I hate that.  Especially in reference to people.  I tend to have that with people.  I find great people, yes, and then something goes amiss and it’s not worth it any more.  I get tired of my friends, get all pissed off at them (one with saying that she doesn’t think she’s better than everyone else, yet acts like she rules the world and then the other one who is a total whore), and then to later love them oh-so-much.  I get pissed off at my parents - normal, yes, but still.  I hate them for the rest of forever one day,  and the next, they’re awesome.  I once plotted how to kill them.  I really did.  Freshman year.  Don’t remember exactly how, but I remember part of the plan was the good part about how they worked from home because nobody would notice for a while.  But, isn’t that odd?  I think it is.  I do that with people though.  One day they’re the coolest people ever, the next I hate their guts.
I do that with things too. One day I love doing something, and the next it’s not worth my time, I don’t want to do it any more, why did I even start!  I can’t seem to find a reason why I do that.  This is part of the reason why I gave up on being a writer - no way in hell I could write a whole story.  I can barely write a short one and finish it before giving up.  I can’t even keep up with my websites, add anything cuz I don’t know what to add, because there’s nothing to put up, so they’re just sitting there, gathering dust.  I started a few more pages, with awesome ideas, but I got bored of them, started new ones, moved on with them even.
And, we all know, that after this trip, I”m going to end up coming home broke, with a whole lot of stuff I really don’t want to begin with, because that’s what I do when I go shopping - I get things I really don’t need or want, because that’s how I am.  Don’t know why.  Just am that way.

I didn’t mean to get into my whole psyche problems in this thing. I just meant to say that I’m not happy right now, and that I finished reading the blog of that one person.
Oh, and “that one person”?  If you did read this….I’m not like this all the time.  Just sometimes.  And by sometimes I mean times like now,  and the other times I go into a rage on here.  I’m sorry.  And, yes, I am one of those crazy freaky peoples I said I didn’t want you to turn out to be.  I can’t put up with me, so you see, the theory is, I couldn’t put up with someone else like me.  And, by the way, I loved your blog.  You had me laughing out loud - which hardly ever happens when I’m on the computer.  And, of course, just most of the extremeness of it all was interesting too.  Thanks for writing it all.  And, ummm…..Once you get back from your trip across the country…..Eh, I’ll just email you when I’m back, or your on messenger or something…I am so not getting into this right now as well.

But, that’s it.
I’m out fools.
Expect me back in, oh, two weeks.
Hopefully I’ll have a new outlook on life, will be happy all the time, and won’t have flown into some psychotic episode - and I won’t be in one of them straight jacket things.
I hope……

Okay, so you all know that I’m on the site MyYearbook.com and that I am oh so popular there <–Of course I am, I’m me after all.
Anyway…What I’m getting at, is that I am popular there.  You just don’t know it, because you’re not friends with me yet, like over 150 other people who are friends with me there.  Compared to my, oh, 28 on MySpace.  Actually, I think I only have 27 on MySpace.  See, MySpace sucks, and MyYearbook kicks it’s ass.
Okay, I just lied.  MySpace is better, because nobody can come and “buy” you.  Sure you can get the app., but they don’t work on my computer.
At first, on MyYearbook, I thought it would be cool to be “owned”, you know, have one or two people want to “buy” the pictures I had up on there.  Well, it was fun.  Until they started to actually FIGHT over them. Yesterday/Last night, someone came and bought one, in which someone else promptly came and bought me back (they had it already and so ya).  Same thing happened the day before.  One person has one of my pictures for something like 10,000 L$ (the money there, lunch  money it’s called, retarded shit really).  Ya, I’m worth over 10,000 L$ (which is fake money) to someone.  It’s kinda creepy that these people find it that big of a deal to buy a freaking picture.
But, they seem to like it, so oh well.

Tomorrow, well, the world as I know it ends (wow, a funny from yesterday just came to mind.  A funny that I didn’t understand, and now have to get a song from,  so ya, I guess it should be that big of a deal that I remembered it).
Anyway!
The world as I know it ends.  And no, I don’t feel fine, I’m nervous as all hell.  I have to pack still - waiting for my second load of laundry to be done.
I could be packing,  but that is no fun.  And, since, I am left with pants in the dryer, I don’t want to start and then have to do it all over again (I wouldn’t have to do it all over again, it’s just an excuse for being my lazy-ass self).
Turns out, however, I am getting picked up at 10 AM tomorrow morning, instead of my Aunt leaving her house at 10 AM and getting here at 1PM, like she had told me.  Luckily, my mom told me that this morning - meaning I can leave stuff till the last minute and get it done and not have to worry about it, but still get it done just in the nick of time, like I normally do things.
So, I’m sitting here,  finishing what I started yesterday - if you don’t know what I’m talking about, read my last post, before this one.
And after that, I might pack my stuff up.  Depends on whose on Messenger, if Scott has gotten on yet (he wasn’t on yesterday, and it would be nice to get to talk to him before I’m gone for a holy mess of a long time), and I did have someone say they’d be back later - and me not knowing when later is, I feel sort of obligated to stay.  And it also means that I get to sit here even more, being a complete lazy-ass-bum.
It’s great fun, if you like that sort of thing.

On a complete other note……*I need to find another note, actually*…….
I should probably end this here, seeing as I’m getting sucked further and further into total reading frenzy.  Well, you should know by now.  So, I’ll leave now, probably gonna come back later, bid you all a fare-well, and high-tail it out of here - before I really become a creepy stalker person (I always have a feeling that I’m far to close to that edge than I should be….).

I am thoroughly bored.
Does that surprise you?
It doesn’t surprise me.
You know, the word “surprise” is spelled funny.  Or, maybe I just talk funny.  Whenever I say it, it’s “su-prise” and not “sur-prise” as it should be.  Then again, I do talk funny, so I guess it’s just me.

I am so bored.
And so rather stupidly entertained.
Don’t ask why, but I am.  Very, very easily entertained.  It’s more of a curse than you may think.  Yes, I am a teenager who happens to be entertained with lots of things that tend to be somewhat okay.
This one?
Ya, not so much.
So sorry to a certain person who will find this rather creepy, but I have gone through a year and a half of archives since yesterday.  Archives of blog, that is.
Creepy?  Kinda ya.
Stalkerish?  Eh, not really.  Stalkerish would be to, oh, send a million emails about how I wanted to have nasty kinky sex with them and then tie them up in my basement for the next six weeks, only to let them out when they’ve thoroughly convinced me that they are not the spawn of satan.  (And since I am not stalkerish, I don’t write a million emails, nor do I want to have “nasty kinky sex” with them, nor do I even have a basement, nor do I think they are the spawn of satan, for all those who were wondering).
But, still, it is creepy.
Yet.  I.  Can’t.  Stop.
It’s compulsion.
I have the weirdest compulsions.
Someone should take me away from the internet for two weeks.
Oh wait, I’m about ready to do that already, huh.  Well, lucky for me.  It’ll work out nicely.
God damn it.  I was doing it again.  I just sorta clicked over after typing that last sentence about it’ll work out nicely, and then bam….I got through, oh, I guess five, seven posts?
This is bad.
Step away from the computer.  But, wait, I’m at the end of March of 08, and I was in 06 yesterday afternoon…..And I am in March, almost up to date….
Step away from the computer - after I get to what I’ve already read.
God this is bad.
Really….Really….Really bad.
I might be a little obsessed.
Not like it hasn’t happened before…….But that’s beside the point.

I am a little bitch, for those of you who don’t know it yet.
Let me elaborate.
Of course I mean “a little bitch” in the fun way.  Fun for me anyway.  Because I’m being a little tease.  It’s great fun.  From some unknown idea, this guy on messenger, who I was friends with on MySpace for a while, but don’t think I am anymore, got the idea that I would just LOVE to have sex with him and give him head whenever he feels the desire.
Now, it certainly wasn’t me who put that idea in his head, seeing as that is SO not the kind of person I am.  So, he’s going on about how he’s horny, and wants a girl to give him head, while I’m sitting here, reading things online that are rather interesting.  Anyway, I’m being the best that I can - meaning I’m doing a wonderful job at making him rather angry and frustrated.  It’s great fun, actually.  It’s rather entertaining.  Me, getting to be a sarcastic retardedly mean person, and him just getting frustrated and annoyed.
Yet he keeps coming back.
It’s great fun.

And no, all guys that talk to me don’t get this treatment.
Only the ones who ask me to be their live-in cum-swallower (in joking or not).

You know, I had this wonderful thing to post that I wrote up last night at 5:22 pm, but I’m not going to post it.  Because, well, I might sometime later, but not today, so sorry.  Because it’s classified information, and I realized about five seconds ago that I needed a special security clearance to post it.  So, since I haven’t gotten the clearance yet, and the head of the FBI isn’t scheduled to be back in his office for another week or so, you’ll just have to wait.
Yes, I do work with the FBI.
I can tell you that, because it’s not the CIA.  If it was the CIA, do you think I could tell you that?  Fuck no!  They’d have me locked up faster than you can say sasquatch.  Oh, and by the way, “Sasquatch” isn’t in Firefox’s dictionary, did you know that?  I didn’t.

On to more important things.
Happy Birthday to Christina.
Now, she can’t get too mad at me for not going to her birthday party thing because 1), I already called her and told her, and 2), it’s on my blog, so I MUST’ve thought about it!  Damn straight.

Tomorrow is going to be busy….I have to do laundry, I have to then pack the laundry into a bag that isn’t meant to hold that much clothes.  Then I have to attempt to pack my other things - girly things you could call them I guess (you know, the makeup, the hairbrushes, the toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant, lip gloss, all that stuff) - into something what I have yet to find.  Not even sure if I have something what could hold it all.  Oh wait, I do, I am a genius.  I just have to remember to get it out from under the bed - the wasteland of all that I own - if it ends up there, it won’t be missed.  Then, after that, I have to figure out how to pack my laptop, considering I have no case for it like most people do.  I wish I had one, but I don’t.  We figured I wouldn’t need one.  Which, I don’t need one, but I’m sure it’ll come in handy.
So, yes, that will be my tomorrow.  For about, oh, and hour of packing.
Then life can go back to normal, I can worry about it all the rest of the day, have a minor panic/anxiety attack about it tomorrow night, wake up nervous as all hell Saturday morning, vacuum and all that, get more nervous, and go back to normal the second I’m in the car.  Wait, no the second we get to Flo-Town, then I’ll be back to normal.  Since, you know, that’s about a half hour to cool off, see that it’s not so bad and all.
That’s life, that’s planning, that’s vacation for ya.