Day 13, March 02, 2008

Day 13,

Homework day! yay?

I was woken up most rudely by my mother thismorning, finding myself in high hopes of having the computer the whole day to do my homework on! to my displeasure however, she had meant i could have it after she was done forging slips for my dad on Corel Photohouse, and after Chance had his half an hour of bitchiness, which always turns into 2 hours of Bleach. (not the cleaner, the anime.)

So once again, i headed to the Sony, Seeing as everything i had left of homework, is computer-bound. It took her until 7:00 to finally get things ready.Then she decided they looked too fakey, unhooked the printer, and left for the store, letting chance have a “half an hour” on there. i made sure it was “half an hour” and thoroughly commandeered the rocking/computer chair to do homework. As for what the homework was..well…i did a “i am” poem about myself…  it was wierd, but here it is for anyone who cares… (just try and use it! *blows raspberries*)

 

I am Synthistetic and Unique.

I wonder if you’ll ever see as I do.

I hear the sounds of colors as they sing to me.

I see all the hues of every word.

I want to know if you see as I do

I am Syntheistetic and Unique

 

I pretend that there is nothing strange about me.

I feel eyes that follow—they’re intrigued.

I touch my notebook paper—it’s my canvas.

I worry that I’m the only one like me.

I cry to think that they don’t know my joy.

I am Synthestetic and Unique.

 

I understand that they cannot comprehend it.

I say that it’s a gift from Earth Herself.

I dream that I could show them my perspective.

I try to shy away from explinations

I hope that I’m not the only one.

I am Synthestetic and Unique.

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so there. that’s my poem. as for my story i had to write.. well… we had to write a short story about how this guy got a drillbit in his brain… this is the picture

[IMG]http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh252/Elphaba_Fabala_Fae/untitled.jpg[/IMG]

 THIS <– is my story.  (click)

It’s being changed as we go, i’m having Missy proofread it for me, and much has been changed. i might update it if i’m not too exhausted. as for anything else, i’ve got Chem and Econ to do.. and then more Grammar and stuff for Kidwell and Pies. yum boy.

Later yo.

~Kitten

Day 11, March 01, 2008

Day 11,

  I’m getting bad at this not updating thing…

 It’s nice sleeping in…

I slept in today until about oh, noon or so, and went straight to the Sony, seeing as mum had to spend hours on the computer to do something i could’ve done for her (and offered to do for her) in 10 minutes.

Nevertheless, i began playing Sims Bustin’ Out. we got cheat codes (meaning my brother and i) and i’ve pretty much redone every single house i’ve come in contact with.

About 6:00 or so mom finally gets off. Now it’s Chance’s turn. (D’oh!) So after about 3 hours of begging him to stop watching bleach and allow me to do my homework, i finally get the computer. It’s about 9, nobody’s on. Jimmy’s at his dad’s, mitchell’s having a mental breakdown about a “gay guy” that was stabbed through with a pike, on a “horrible horrow show” (horror*).

I never did get my homework done… i was busy drawing Kittens for people, coloring horses, and recieving many many thank you presents on Gaia for refusing to accept payment for a Kitten when she’d already sent me a tavern wench skirt.

Well, by the end of the night, i was tired, headed off to bed, and watched Animal planet until my beady little eyes shut off the world, and i fell asleep.

~Kitten

Day 10, February 30, 2008

Day 10

Happy Leap Year?

Who the hell says Happy Leap year? oh well. it’s leap year. woohoo…

Mum woke me up around 10:00 today off the couch (again) and i bounced off the narrow bathroom walls until i reached my room, unfolded the bed, and flopped down onto my cold sheets. She brought me my pills (nasty tasting shit) and some cranberry juice (also tastes like shit…). No more than maybe 6 minutes later, i started to feel like i was going to urp. What was wrong? why am i feeling so sick? please don’t make me throw up in here!

I grabbed up my bottles of pills, and read the labels. “Take with food, Take with plenty of water, may cause different color fecal material” fun…i hadn’t eaten since 5:00 last night… So with what breath i could spare (without vomiting afterwards) i called to mom for cookies, crackers, dogfood, anything, and that i was going to be sick if she didn’t hurry.

Apparently her pill-popping jackass of a friend Steve-o, was more important than me, because she didn’t come back into the room until 20 minutes later, where she handed me a single cracker. Thanks mum. Thanks…

So finally, the stomach settles, and i fall back to sleep, only to wake up around 3:00. atleast i’m not sick this time!

Mom’s on the computer–usually a short trip…she does bills, checks email, tells us about stupid chain-mail, and then gets off, letting Chance (my little brother) have it until i commandeer it around 7-8:00 to about midnight or later. Today? well, i’ve been on for an hour and a half and it’s 2:45 in the morning. Mom decided to spend the WHOLE day on the computer, typing up stuff that’s not due until next week. I’ve got homework i need to finish, Chance is arguing about watching his OnePiece and Bleach episodes, and Dad’s arguing about how he wants his porn. Dear god we need more computers!

Needless to say, i had a Sims urge, and ended up playing Sims Bustin’ Out for PS2 in Chance’s room–which brings me to another disgusting detail…

I was going from house to house in my car (on Sims..) greeting everybody and gathering clothes so i could do freeplay right, and suddenly heard a noise that sounded like two pieces of flesh rubbing together…knowing immediatly what this noise was–i do have a boyfriend you know…–i shuddered. EW!! i couldn’t beleive he was doing this, underneath his covers while I WAS IN HIS ROOM! yech! that’s sick!

Finally, the sound stopped, the breathing stopped, and he started acting normal again… i–thoroughly disgusted–saved the game, stepped out of the room, and went to go sit in the living room to get the thoughts out of my head. Instead, i got to see black guys on Cops, tell bogus stories about how “He punched me first! i’m a good boy! i’m a christ’in boy, i dun do no harm” and a bunch of white-trash rednecks who feel it ultimatly nessisary to strip down to absolutely nothing but their boots, and run up to the cops to hump them.

Sometimes i can’t beleive i come from the same race…

~Kitten

Day 9, February 29, 2008

Day 9

I woke up today to extreme pains, that would have brought me to my knees, had i been standing. Stumbling around the living room i just about tackled the ibuprofen bottle, downing a couple of pills, thus waking up mom in the process. She asked me how i was doing, and decided she didn’t need a verbal answer, as the tears were enough. Careful not to wake dad, she grabbed up the phone and called the Medicare Nurse hotline, asking her what on earth these pains could be, if they were serious, and what should we do.

20 minutes passed, and mom finally walks in and demands that i get on some decent clothes, socks and shoes, and grab up anything i think is important. why? i’m going to the hospital (as soon as dad’s ready…)

this was about..oh..noon when it all happened. By the time dad was “awake” and ready, it was 3:00pm… Fortunatly, we decided to go to Regional this time, because Union hospital is a bunch of stuck-up university pricks that don’t know what the hell they’re doing.  So 45 minutes later (it’s Indiana.. we were rail-roaded…) we wound up in the emergency room, and was quickly and efficiently taken care of. no blood drawn, simple piss test, and an interesting spanish doctor named Raul Lupia (he had black hair poofing out the back of his scrubs…it was rather…erm…gross?). He was cool though. Very polite, and hard to understand, but cool. He told me i had UTI (urinary tract infection), gave me a doctor’s note to stay home Friday (effing wonderful…) and two prescriptions. 1 for my bactrum, and the other for some black pill that turns everything you piss, bright neon orange. I swear to god i thought i’d swallowed a Crayon at first!

 So after i get home, i take the pills, eat a hot pocket, and crash on the couch. i’m tired, exhausted, and can’t wait for tomorrow, so i can email my teachers and see if i can’t catch up on this shit before monday.

I’m not going to fail this trimester. i promise.

~Kitten

Day 8, February 28, 2008

Day 8

Okay, so i’m falling a little behind on these–i couldn’t help it…

I hadn’t gone to school today because my foot had once again, swollen up into a huge ballon, and it was snowing outside, so i couldn’t exactly slip on some flip-flops and head outside. So mum let me stay home. I was on the computer from about…oh…12:00 to around 6:00 pm… at about 6:15, mom started making dinner–don’t ask me what it was, o don’t quite remember.

About 6:30, i started getting this pain in my side… dull and achey, but a pain. (“Maybe it’s my period!?” i had thought hopefully) but the pain kept growing. it started getting worse, and worse and worse, until mom had asked me to (Biscuits and gravy! that’s what we’d had…)–sorry, off track there–mom had asked me to put the biscuits onto the sheetpans to get ready to bake them. It took me about 5 steps to reach the fridge from the computer, when all of a sudden i was clutching the handle of the gigantic white beast of a fridge, and crying out in pain–with what breath wasn’t taken away from the stabbing pain.

Mom looked at me and asked me if i was okay, and i nonchalontly replied “yeah, fine…” and went ahead pulling the biscuits out of the fridge, setting them on that old table of ours that takes up a better half of the kitchen. You know those stupid cans, and how you have to “peel” the wrapper off, and then it pops open, and you can just unwind them? Well for some goddamn reason, Pillsbury seems to hate me, and after i manage to completely rip off every last piece of paper off of the canister, i have to beat it against the countertop, finally giving up and handing it to dad to finish. By this point, i’m frustrated, confused, and the pain in my side is like a small child gnawing on my ovaries.

We eat, we drink, and i end up falling asleep on the couch, crying in pain and huddling in the fetile position underneath a pile of cat-themed quilts that are a little worse for wear.

Thus, was day 1 of the torment…

~Kitten

Day 7 February 27 2008

Day 7

Okay, so i’m writing this on Day 8… last night i had to get off early due to a sharp severe pain around my right side (ovary, kidney or appendix??). I stayed home yesterday because of toe and a recent teensy boil problem, it turned into something bigger around oh…7:00 last night. It got to the point where i was clutching the side of the fridge for support with tears streaming down my eyes. it still hurts right now, and mom wants me to go to the hospital, but if i go at all, i’m heading to Regional, not Union. Union is nothing but a shitload of University kids practicing on you, Regional knows what they’re doing.

I’ll post more tonight about it, just wanted to update you on what’s going on and why the post is so late.

~Kitten

Day 6, February 26, 2008

Day 6

(whoops, forgot to publish this!)

First day of the new trimester. i played tag with my alarm clock trying to decide whether or not if i should take a shower or not. in the end, i decided not to, got dressed, and headed to the computer where i checked things really quick, grabbed all my homework for Frau up, and headed out the door with a dollar in my pocket.

On the bus Carol (the driver) didn’t seem to enthused about driving–she hasn’t been lately?–and we ended up picking up some new chick named Rainy. Carol decided for her to sit with me, since my lap TOTALLY wasn’t stuffed with my gigantic purse, a VERY fragile poster (the feather ended up coming off) and a backpack filled with a trimester’s worth of books in it. Thanks Carol… really…thanks.

Well, i ended up returning all my books and turned in my stuff for Frau, and even got to see Rose that morning, before grabbing my schedual and heading to my first hour. This is my new Schedual for those of you who wish to stalk me…

1st hour: Mr. Moor (Chemi pt 2)

2nd hour: Mrs. Lambert (aka: bitch from hell) Government (again…)

3rd hour: Mrs. Pies (English 11A pt 2) (failed it last year…)

4th hour: Mrs. Kidwell (English 12A composition) (awesome class)

5th hour: Mr. Utterback (Econ, not a bad class either)

So there. yay stalking. back to my story….

Mr. Moore handed me a paper as soon as he figured out who i was. “What’s this?” “It’s from Mr. Petty. he wants to talk to you as soon as possible, i’ll letcha go after class.” Okay… what on earth is it though?

I was excited when i read it. My poems were accepted into the “Autumn Voices” from Vincennes University!!!! Kristina Majors won 2nd place, and i didn’t place at all, but DAMN i’m so excited!!! i’m hoping to go to the reception!

After that, my classes were pretty easy. Mrs. Lambert wasn’t here, Mrs. Pies..well…not sure what to think of her yet, but i’m sure she’s not all that bad. Mrs Kidwell’s class is absolutely effing fantastic, and i’m in love with Comp class already. i ended up doing some wierd highlighting project on a news article about Hitler drawing disney characters… it was rather interesting! Mr. Utterback looks like he’s going to be fun. I can do the quizzes pretty well also!

Well, that’s that. i came home, cursed about homework, did Mrs. Pies’s outline (still have vocab and Econ to do…) and i figured nothing could possibly go wrong today… Boy was i fucked.

I started up Mozilla, and realised it was a bit slow… well that was alright..right? so i closed out of it, opened it back up, and tried to log into Gaia…i’ve no idea how, or why, but i kept getting this wierd pop up thing every time i tried to log in! (see Fig. 1)

(Fig. 1)

Wtf is this!? i’ve no idea o.O i thought maybe it was a scam or a hacker or something, so i didn’t fill anything out. it did it every time i tried to log in. Finally, i exited it out, restarted the computer, and once everything was back in order, started up Mozilla again. This time…all hell broke loose… Firefox had re-installed itself or something, because it’s homepage was reset, and ALL OF MY BOOKMARKS ARE GONE. all of them. my Dofus pages, my Avatar video things, Devilspanties, In-his-likeness, all of it.. gone… i just about cried. i still might cry… that didn’t just hold my bookmarks, but it held mom’s important bookmarks and all of chance’s millions of trillions of youtube links. oooooh fuck i’m fucked!

Well… i’m gonna finish up on Mustang_Dragon’s Kitten, and then i’m gonna log off and get some homework done, shower, then sleep.

*sigh*

~Kitten

Day 5, February 25, 2008

Day 5

I think i got a total of 3 hours of sleep before mom woke me up with a slurry of something about Mrs. Busch being a bitch, Mrs. Mason, Library, Main office, take your finals, wear your funeral clothes, etc. my head was spinning by the time i realized what on earth she said. I slowly closed my eyes, planning on procrastinating and going back to sleep until it was by-god-necessary for me to wake up… unfortunatly my cat Binx decided that “nope, up-time.” and she proceeded to climb on my chest and bat at my nose till i threw her off and grabbed up some clothes.

After a few, mom hurried up, handed me my back pack and went out the door leaving me at home to play around on the compy. i drew a picture of my friend Aerobe from Gaia! here he is…

he looked so cute!! *pets him*

After that, i got dressed in my “funeral clothes” grabbed up my “luggage” and a pencil, and headed out the door to the school. it was a half-day and i had to make-up my finals. i made all of them up except for Math, but i’m redoing that one anyways.

I talked to Frau, i get to go on the Muncie trip for free!! i then went outside and waited on dad, and just about puked by this kid who felt it completely necessary to hocker and shoot snot rockets while waiting on his dad. i wanted to throw my ‘luggage’ at him.

Finally dad came and picked me up, and we headed home, where i proceeded to take a nap, watch paula, and then get back onto the computer where i drew a surprise for my friend Missy_Indubitable.

She’s Smexy, no?

Anyways–i’m working on a kitten army now.. i plan on selling them on Gaia. watcha think?

i think they’re adorable! you can customize them in all different ways. i’m excited.

i’ve been listening to a new band lately.. they’re called “Paramore” and this is my new favorite song:

It’s Called “Fences” and it’s really awesome! it reminds me of Corpse bride for some reason. Anyways, that’s about it. i’ve got school tomorrow, and i’m getting all new classes. yum… lol.

~Kitten

Day 4, Febuary 24, 2008

Day 4

Woke up at 2, it’s Sunday, and it’s the Funeral day. joyous. wake up, find my pants (they were in that camo bag) and took a shower, put on clothes. The day was going off fine, great. Got some Cereal, slipped on my pentacle, and we headed out the door. Wonderful 3 hours of old men slapping and pinching my ass, carressing my neck, and then their wives and my mom yelling at me saying “Don’t smack your uncle _____! they’re old and don’t know what they’re doing!” BULLSHIT! i’m not going to have some old perverted FUCK touch my absurdly large ass. he knows what the FUCK he’s doing, and everyone in the room knows that he’s about to get his perverted ass nailed to the cieling by his DICK.

GAH. So after that oh-so-wonderful fuck-up of a funeral where i knew no one, was labled as a “Satanic Goth Child” by everyone there (it’s a fucking funeral, everyone wears black, just because i wore a pentacle with it, doesn’t make me a fucking satanist, nor does it make me GOTH!) we all piled into the shitty ass station wagon of ours, and headed to Little Ceasers, grabbed some Pizza, and came home. You’ve no idea how happy i was to get those goddamn shoes off my feet.

Did the Laundry, ate some pizza, and played Dofus from about 7:30 to 11:00. The past half hour has been nothing but screaming from my father at me. It started something like this: (remember, this is coming from the dumbfuck who went to school 1 day a week, got high, did every drug imaginable, fucked his teachers to pass the class, and then married my mom only to get her knocked up, and treat her like shit for the rest of her life)

“Shouldn’t you be studying?”

“No, i already know what i’m doing, and i know i have to retake math anyways, i just don’t get it.”

“Fine, but i’m not driving you to take your GED test.”

“Will you shut up!? i’m not going to take a GED, i’m going to either graduate, or be a super senior, ok?”

“I’d rather get my GED than be a super-Senior…”

“Dad, atleast Super Seniors get a real diploma… i’d rather get that than a GED…”

“You’re gonna fucking fail in life you know that right?”

“Like you? Oh hell, why not, i take after you in everything else! the short temper, the shit-colored eyes, the overweightedness, the borderline diabetes, fuck i might as well get high, fuck my teachers and skip school just like you! then i could really be daddy’s little girl!”

“Shut the fuck up and go play on your precious piece of shit.” (the computer)

“What’s the matter? your little fucking rape-child is standing up for herself again and you can’t take it? Get used to it you mother fucking bastard, i’m not the little shit you can overpower anymore. i’m not like you however much you think i am, so fuck off.”

And that would be the point where i came back in here, sat at the computer, and cried silently, wishing more than anything that i could just grab the fucking canvas tent from the garage, run to Fairbanks and set up camp there. i fucking dare any rapist to even think about touching the goddamn zipper… i’ll have him nailed to the top of a tree by his dick before the wind could even rattle the tongue.

So fucking pissed right now… and what makes it worse? just the other night after i got done writing in my blog, he confessed to mom, that when he was sleeping on the couch, he had a dream where he cheated on her, and that the woman was “fucking hot as hell” and that he’d fuck her again, married or not. You know what that tells me? that tells me that if he finds a girl that looks as hot as her, he’d fuck her married or not. now if only i can catch him in the act on camera, i’ll finally get mom to fucking divorce his ass….

*sigh*

i’m tired of it…i guess i’m used to it though. There’s always those moments of tension and anger, fused with anxiety, and as soon as it’s over, i’m forgotten about. i turn back into that shadow that slinks about the house that they only remember when it comes to dinner, and they remember “wait… she doesn’t eat hamburger…” and then they throw me some turkey lunchmeat. One day i won’t be here for them to yell at. one day i won’t be there for him to ridicule and jeer at. i won’t be there for him to fuck with and tease. one day soon, there won’t be any more tears he can cause me to hide from him anymore.

i just hope it’s sooner than later, because i don’t know how much more i can possibly stand of this…

~Kitten

Day 3, Feb 23, 2008

Day 3,

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*New header up!*

(for those of you who don’t know, i’m changing the header each week!)

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 Have you ever had a dream where you woke up so pissed and offended at someone, that as soon as you saw them you wanted to rip their head off and nail it to your mantle, and then wonder why on earth such a weird dream would make you so mad to begin with? i had one of those this morning… i woke up around 3:00 pm (it’s a Saturday…) and i’d had some weird dream about my mom needing to go to the store, and that nobody would take her–our car was frozen, tracy and tommy wouldn’t take her, and she couldn’t get any of her family to do it, because it was an inconvenience. So who does she call? my boyfriend’s mother! I flipped out. “Don’t you DARE call Miss Peggy and beg her for a ride! We’ll look like scum! she already doesn’t like me! Oh my god, mom please dont’ call her!” but of course, it’s a dream, and everything has to be surreal and bizarre, so mom called anyways, and after much insulting and begging, they finally agreed to come pick my mom up in her “clean the house clothes” (which consist of the dirtiest ugliest, hole-filled shirt my mom owns, and a pair of jeans covered in paint, ripped knees, and a hole in the crotch.) Needless to say, i was absolutely shocked and embarrassed. i woke up, and realised it was a dream…until i walked into the kitchen and mom was pulling a shirt out of the dryer, kissing me goodbye, and saying she was going to the store and she had to hurry “she” would be here soon.

She?

“Mom…who’s she?” i inquired. Mom just looked at me funny and goes “Charlotte, the lady down the street from us, she wants to bum a ride to the store, so your dad and i decided to go now instead of later.” Phew. if she’d said “Jimmy’s mom.” i think i would have assaulted her first and thought about it later. after a much-needed cup of Honey lemon tea, i was able to think straight, and managed to get some of the endless amount of dirty dishes done. needles to say, the dishes are once again dirty, used, and sitting on top of eachother on the old table from Sister Georgiana…If the old nun could see how we’re using that precious table, i think she’d cry.

But! things have gotten better throughout the day. I found a yo-yo! it has Shrek on it, it’s green, and it lights up when you pull on it to flick it back up! i felt like a little kid again, and made a promise to buy more yo-yo’s, a container of sidewalk chalk, a jump-rope, and a bottle of bubbles for this summer as soon as they surface at the dollar store. i miss being a kid…

I had Raison bran in my favorite bowl for “breakfast” a bowl of chips and cubed velveeta for lunch, and we just had pizza for dinner (for those of you wondering… lol). I’ve been playing Dofus CONSTANTLY since i’ve commandeered the computer, and i’ve managed to level up a few of my characters, plus make more. i now have a complete list of 10 characters i use–each of them with a different job.

Name — Race — Job

Iresa — Sadida — Fisher

Aetha — Sram — Jeweller/staff carver

Fief — Sacrier — Bow Carver

Herbess — Sadida — Alchemist

Giwe — Feca (sucks!) — Shoemaker

Curiosity — Cra –Farmer/Baker

Feisty-Kitten — Sacrier — Lumberjack

Black-Catcuriosity — Cra –Miner

Ohinu — Sacrier –Alchemist

Anolu — Sadida — Huntress

And there ya have it. Some of these characters might be changed/deleted/etc. in the future… like my Feca for instance… She’s ..erm..well she sucks to be honest. her attacks to 5 damage on opponents, and the rest of her attacks are all defensive shields… i need a warrior not a chicken!

But it’s all good. i’m working on getting new armor and such for Curiosity my main character, and i’m all excited for it, i can’t wait to get either the Adventure set, or the Gobbal.

On a darker and much more realistic note, i’m heading to my Aunt’s wake tomorrow, and i still haven’t found those damn pants. I won’t be able to go to her funeral unfortunatly, because i have to make up all my finals for school, which i’m probably going to fail anyways… but something we brought up today, is that the school’s told me that “as long as you have doctor’s excuses for every absence (which i have) then we CANNOT TAKE YOUR CREDITS AWAY, NO MATTER WHAT.” Well, surprise surprise, if that’s true, then why have i lost 4 trimester’s worth of credits? hmmm? bunch of contradicting lying jackass bastards.

Anyways, yes. That’s been my day so far, and it’s only… eh… 10:47 is what my stove says. So i think i’m gonna log back onto Dofus, level up my farmer, and wait for some comments.

~Kitten