All About G

Yea, Dad… I really don’t know if you understand this, but you constantly walking into mine and Kimmie’s room to check on us and be nosy is slightly getting to the point where it’s extremely irritating, especially when you just walk in like it’s your room. It’s kind of rude, you know, invasion of privacy and all that. And I know I haven’t said anything about it, but I’m saying it here; I’m getting very tired of it.

Anyway, yea folks, nothing’s happened here. Well, except a long conversation I had with that guy. I feel like I need to talk to him again, because something he told me has been bugging the fuck out of me even though I know it’s not my place to press. :sigh: yea, I suppose eventually I’ll learn what I want to know. Bye.

Comments (1) Jul 13 2008

… and I’m much happier now that it is so.

Update: the car came back… it looks like nothing happened to it in the first place. That is all. Thank you for your time

And now, we return you to your regularly scheduled program.

Comments (1) Jul 05 2008

I’m hungry.

And it sucks, because there really isn’t anything in the house at the moment to eat. I’d make cream of what, but what is cream of wheat, or oatmeal for that matter, without toast? There’s no eggs, we’re almost out of milk… not that it’s all that big of a deal, because we’ve no cereal either. I’d go to one of my friend’s houses to bum food off of them, but that sounds so hobo-ish, not to mention the fact that I’m not going anywhere until volleyball tonight. Today is going to be a more or less rest day for me, because I’ve been all over the place for the past couple of weeks straight.

Luckily, Dad should be getting paid today (or was it tomorrow?). Hopefully after all the bills are paid off, we’ll have some money left over for food.

Other updates? Well, the car, yesterday, went in to the shop to get worked on. When we get it back, it should look like nothing ever happened… which will be good. Once it comes back, if anyone brings it up again, I’ll fucking punch them in their face. Because EVERYONE has been ragging on me about it FOR THE PAST TWO WEEKS, and I’m frankly tired of it. ESPECIALLY when SOME people (ahem ahem) don’t get the story straight, and continuously make fun of me for something that DIDN’T FUCKING HAPPEN.

ATTENTION: I DID NOT RUN OVER THE FUCKING CHIPMUNK ON THE WAY HOME FOR FUCKING GOD’S SAKE! IT SAFELY PASSED UNDERNEATH THE CAR! How do I know? Because I went past there later that day; there was no blood, or mess, or flattened chipmunk. SO FUCKING DROP IT ALREADY. I’LL DUFF THE NEXT PERSON THAT BRINGS THAT UP I SWEAR TO GOD.

Anyway, I still haven’t had much luck in finding a job. Z STILL tells me to “check back” blah blah bullshit. I’m giving up on him. So I’ll reapply to every place I can think of, and :sigh: I was hoping I wouldn’t have to turn to that, but if it comes down to it, I’ll try applying at McDonald’s. Hopefully, it won’t come down to that. One can only hope.

:sigh: I’m still fucking hungry. I should try foraging the kitchen and see what I can hunt and gather.

Comments (0) Jul 03 2008

So this morning, on my way to class, I wrecked Dad’s car.

Okay… so I didn’t wreck it, because it isn’t totaled. I just smashed the driver’s side headlights, dented the hood, and fucked up the grill.

You’re all probably wondering why. Well, why do you think I’m blogging about this?

Anyway, this is the scenario: me and my little sister, Kimmie, were heading to Binghamton to my class, because she was shadowing me today. I was driving, OBVIOUSLY, and I was going down I88 west at about 75mph.

Here’s what happened. You all know that bend in the road RIGHT BEFORE the reduced speed area in Port Crane? Well, that’s how far I got. Anyways, there’s a bridge, so the ground RIGHT BEFORE is is actually a steep hill-thingy. So, up from it, out of nowhere, pops a young buck. And, no, he didn’t stop there. He glanced at us, and took off across the highway RIGHT in front of me, and stopped, RIGHT in front of me. I had time to shriek and slam on the brakes, because I did it as soon as I saw him come up over the ledge and take off, but I knew there was no way I was going to be able to avoid him.

I at least managed to get it down to 30mph when I actually hit him, so the damage wasn’t nearly as bad as it would have been if I hadn’t slowed down from 75 (if I was going that fast, I prolly wouldn’t be here writing about it — I’d be in the hospital). Another thing was that the brakes, because Dad doesn’t seem to know how to use them without practically slamming down on them and wearing them down faster, were just worn enough so that no, I wasn’t screeching to a halt like I had wanted to, but they weren’t so worn that the car “leaned forward” because if that happened, I would have added “smashed front and back windshields,” and possibly “smashed engine” to the list. I hit its gut with my headlight so it went flying backwards and landed in the left lane.

Immediately after that, I screamed several choice curses and pull over and called Mom. Holy cow, I was shaking from head to foot. God, I hope that never happens again. Anyways, I did end up going to class.

Want to know something sad? It seemed like Dad cared more about the condition of the car than me. He never asked if I was okay, just saying later on that I was “damn lucky I hit the deer where I hit him.” Gee, thanks a lot.

Thanks to Mom, because at least she was concerned about me.

:sigh: Anyway, It’s 6pm now, and I have volleyball tonight. So I’m going to head over there to try and take my mind off of this. I’ll post more next time something else happens.

Comments (2) Jun 19 2008

HOLY CRAP I NEED TO GET LAID.

Just kidding, I don’t really need it. Though I’m a little agitated since it’s been like, months since I last did ANYTHING with a guy (the last time was truth or dare on my birthday with one of my best friends, and all we did was freakin’ kiss), and my stupid freakin’ hormones are killing me. And I’m not the type of person who’s gonna go out and find the next guy to screw, HECK NO. Maybe that’s the problem — I’m too picky to be cool. Maybe if I slept with half the town like some people I’ve heard of/known, then I’d be cool too. I wouldn’t do that if someone pointed a gun to my head, but observing my age group in the town, sleeping around seems to be the trend these days…

Really, while I don’t find the concept of sex a big deal, is it necessary for ladies to go out and screw every guy? I mean, isn’t that overdoing it a little bit? I would understand if they were fooling around with one guy, or even two. But everyone? Really… ick. I don’t even have one guy, and while it’s frustrating, I don’t run out and look for one of the guys that wanted to screw me… maybe that’s it. Maybe the reason why we’ll screw practically every guy is because they’ll ask, or want to. And then once word gets around that we’re “easy” more guys come to us, and we keep saying yes. Of course, that just blows up in our face in the end. I’m just glad I don’t do that. (the only thing I don’t like about being picky when it comes to a boyfriend, forget about a special friend, is that none of the guys meet my standards. Damnit I’ve been single for what… idk, 3 years now? I’ve turned down every guy that’s asked me out. I’m tired of it)

So I’m typing this blog post. My eyes hurt and they feel ridiculously dry, you know, that dry feeling you feel when your eyes want to close and stay closed? Well yea, I’m tired, but I want to finish typing this. Anyway, life here so far is… heavy freakin’ sigh. Kasedy’s gotten her self into more trouble… almost unsurprisingly. This time, depending on what we find out, it may actually be really serious, and I still stand by my belief that the girl needs to stop hanging around people older than her, that she still has a youth to live and all. I met this chick, a 12 year old named Georgia, and IT’S THE EXACT SAME THING! She’s getting involved in shit with people MY AGE. Come on, kids! (because that’s what you are, so stfu) Why are you trying so hard to thrust yourselves into this adult life, which really sucks?

Anyways, I see Andy every now and then while I walk around… when I’m not talking my stinkin’ class. From what I gather, he’s doing good too, and is thinking the same thing I am as in, this drama is seriously freakin’ old. He’s probably as sick of it as I am, if not more so. See, unlike him, I’ve got no social life.

Bhoff’s coming back… I think. That’d be really cool if he did move back to Sidney. I’d be able to kick his ass in soccer again. Well, that’s if Cameo approves of him being my friend. For some reason or another, she seems to hate me, or something. I really don’t know.

Steve’s being Steve… I’m assuming. He’s still in Texas, most likely enjoying the 100+ degree weather. Last time I chatted with him and nearly sapped all of the minutes from my phone, he was doing good and wanting to come back from X-mas. Maybe the four of us, me, Steve, Andy and Brian, could get together again for another group photo to show the world how much we’ve grown, LOL.

As for me, besides dealing with the typical hormonal cravings that I’m having so much fun ignoring, classes are good. I haven’t failed yet, and tomorrow we’re going to slice up an eyeball in lab. We were dissecting cats last week and they smelled HORRIFICALLY BAD. I hope the eye aren’t that bad. That would fuck up my week more than anything. Kasedy’s going to shadow me on Tuesday (she wants to, but I think she’s gonna die of boredom… I barely survive it myself), and sooner or later, I’m gonna drag Kimmie to one of my classes too. Lovely sister-sister bonding and whatnot, plus I’ll be giving her a taste of what a typical college classroom will look like. I go out too much and I’m always exhausted, and none of my friends can sense when I’m in this state, and since I’m such a stupid but nice girl, I silently suffer until they leave and then pass out late at night when I’m sure they won’t come back…

But I can’t keep blabbing. It’s almost 11pm, I’m exhausted, and I have to get up early for class tomorrow. Till next time, readers (do I even have any readers? If you read this blog, leave a comment, saying “I read this blog [insert approximation of how often].” You don’t even need to say your name if you want to. I just want to know if there are actually people that might find my boring life interesting)

Comments (2) Jun 15 2008