All About G

Sorry if you can’t understand what I’m saying because I sped-talked and rambled at the same time; not a good combo. In the meantime, this’ll give you a general idea of what’s been going on until I can update my blog, hopefully Friday night (because it is Friday at this point). If not tonight then I’ll update as soon as I can. If you caught it on the podcast, I’m going to be freakishly busy this weekend

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Okay… I lied. The file is too big. DX

I don’t want to re-record a new one, so whatever. This is a notice to let everyone know that I WILL be updating you all on everything that has been going a lot, because a shit ton of shit has been going on.

Comments (0) Jun 04 2009

I’ve been keeping my mouth shut more or less about this whole issue, save for the moments when I actually say some. But seriously, Mom, Derek; Kimmie is right when she says (more or less) that you two are being way too rough on Millie, and you both should stop practically beating the crap out of her. Derek, especially you. I don’t really care how you’re “not too fond of cats”, but that doesn’t mean you have to take a broom and beat on my cat like she destroyed the kitchen or something.

It’s not even her fault. YOU’RE the ones who don’t cover up the food like sensible humans would in a house with animals. It’s a given fact; if you leave food exposed, an animal, dog or cat, WILL go and eat it. You STFU with any bullshit on your dog being “well-behaved”, Derek, before you even SAY anything. He definitely stole food AT LEAST ONCE IN HIS LIFE. In the meantime, cover up the food, RINSE OFF THE DISHES instead of being all hypocritical “oh you guys NEVER rinse anything off” bull crap, and thus Millie can’t get to the food, no matter how much she tries. At least she’s not pissing on the fucking counters, you idiots.

Secondly, Millie is old. She is old meaning that she’s not young, meaning that you all can, one of these days actually kill her. Did you ever take that into consideration.

Finally, and most importantly, Millie is a cat, but she is a living breathing creature. I don’t give two fucking shits if you’re “disciplining her” or not, you are abusing her. I don’t see you taking a broom and beating one of us, therefore you have NO RIGHT to take a broom and beat her. I bet neither of you would like it if I took a broom and smashed your faces in, now would you? Now take that, and multiply it by 20-50. That is probably how Millie feels, you assholes.

DEREK especially; you keep telling us to get to the dishes before you “kill Millie.” I don’t care if that’s not literal; IT’S FUCKING WRONG, AND I DON’T FUCKING APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT YOU BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF MY CAT FOR DOING SOMETHING YOU COULD HAVE EASILY PREVENTED. Next time you do it, maybe I’ll beat the shit out of YOU with a broom or a bat, SEE HOW YOU FUCKING LIKE IT. I swear to fucking god, if I find out that Millie ends up dying because of any one of you and that fucking broom, I will take that broom and fucking break your faces in with it. Take that broom and shove it up your fucking ass.

Comments (4) May 06 2009

Since you’re too much of an immature asshole to wait for me to reply to your 10-year old-like outburst, I’ll say what I have to say here.

You said I “threw a compliment back in your face”? How the hell is “why do you wear such skimpy clothing?” a compliment? You implied that I’m trampy! And, for your information, I’m definitely NOT FUCKING TRAMPY YOU ASSHOLE. Oh, and in case you didn’t get it the first time, I DON’T wear “skimpy clothing”. The clothing I wear is perfectly FINE. Since you’re too blind to tell, my Myspace default pic is a picture of me showing off my NEW BATHING SUIT! How is a bikini skimpy?! YOU WEAR IT IN PUBLIC.

The next thing I am going to confront; all of your insults. I’m sorry, I don’t care how pissed off you are at me; I don’t take being called a “fucking whore” all too well. I’m not a whore. I don’t date just anymore, and I most certainly don’t fuck just anyone either. Oh and, I’m not going to die any time soon, I’m not going to hell (but YOU probably will), I’m not worthless nor am I a piece of shit.

Among other things, of the two of us, I think YOU’RE the one who’s wasted MY time. I didn’t realize how much of a PMSing bitch you were, and I didn’t realize that you’d flip out over the TINIEST things/nothing like some pre-pubescent loser. You have no right to tell me never to talk to you again. I’M THE ONE WHO WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU, AND YOU NEVER FUCKING TALK TO ME AGAIN. Until you actually GROW THE FUCK UP AND ACT YOUR AGE, I don’t want to deal with you. You’re not 12 anymore, you’re 20-21. You’re an adult; ACT LIKE ONE.

Comments (1) May 05 2009

So last night I went with a friend to go watch “The Soloist”. Why did I want to watch it? I watched a trailer and then read about Nathaniel Ayers and decided ‘OMFG I have to see that movie’. The main thing that attracted me to the movie was that Nathaniel has schizophrenia. Remember David? My older brother? Yep; he’s still got it, but at least his medication keeps the hallucinations at bay. But anyway, I went to see this movie.

The gist of the movie is about a gifted, homeless and schizophrenic musician, Nathaniel Ayers, and an LA Times columnist, Steve Lopez. The movie is basically about how the two of them become friends.

To me, and perhaps it’s because of the fact that I know what it’s like to know someone who has schizophrenia, the movie to me felt very real. And there were several moments when I had tears springing to my eyes. I was the only one sniffling in that theater. I almost felt like an idiot. But I have a good excuse damnit.

The movie helped me see how frightening having schizophrenia is. When David was diagnosed with it, it came out of nowhere. One moment he’s got Asperger’s and whatnot, and the next thing I know, he’s in the psych ward for trying to kill himself because a voice in his head told him that he had to. He had been seeing and hearing voices for a while, and there was no change in his behavior at all; we had no idea when the onset happened. It was a shock to me at the very least.

I remember going to the hospital with my parents to see him, and he seemed so terrified, and my heart twisted just seeing him. He looked like a lost boy. And watching this movie made me realize just how scared he probably was. I mean, it’s got to be terrifying; hearing voices and seeing things that aren’t real, and not knowing what’s real and what’s fake.

Personally, I loved this movie, and I recommend it to another even remotely interested in it. I appreciated how they depicted the mental disorder.

Comments (2) Apr 29 2009

It feels like I still have 20 years before I’m done.

I have so much to do. I wrote my lab report, and got a good portion of it done when I realized I was missing something. So tomorrow morning before my 8:25am I’m going to finish the paper and finish the homework assignment and print out the PowerPoint slides for psych class AND print out the reading for History and also the essay questions that Tom put up for us for the History final this Thursday. I also need to read a story and complete an activity in my Spanish textbook by Wednesday, not to mention my last phoner shift is Wednesday night (thank GOD they decided not to hire me next year; I HATED that job!). And I need to set aside SOME time to at least study for the exam on Thursday (Tom was so kind as to have us take our final this week, since his wife is due with a baby next week). And this is all just for this week, FORGET finals week.

But here, I’ll at least talk about some more positive things. I got my belly pierced It hurt like a bitch, and that was the second time in my life I was told that I have tough skin (I must be a crocodile or s… actually a cat’s skin is tougher than that of a human’s :3). A friend (crush) of mine and I have made plans to hang out sometime this week, which is totally awesome! Oh, and I don’t know if you remember me talking about the popular kids back in high school. Christine Mirabito, Teresa’s older sister and popular student, invited me to have dinner tomorrow, so I’m looking forward to that too.

A lot of stuff has been happening, and I mean a lot. I can’t remember half of it, seriously. It’s hard talking about it here, because not only is there so much going on, I have no energy and it feels like my brain is going to melt right out of my head. Ugh. It’s been so damn busy and in result majorly stressful. And at this point, I’m dangerously close to just screwing everything and abandoning my homework to relax a little. I at least managed to get the majority of my lab report done. Why the hell did she have to assignment so much junk for this week?! Gawd, did she think that we DIDN’T have enough to do?! There’s that stupid group project, and then this stupid lab, and then the stupid homework assignment!*ripping hair out*

Too much is going on. I think I should probably record a podcast. I feel like I’d be able to blurb better about all the crap that’s been going on. So I’d expect a podcast sometime in the near future, if I were you. Until then, I’ll either update my blog again, or… something… Yea, see what I mean when I say my brain’s going to fry and melt!?

Comments (1) Apr 28 2009