Me and my sweetie have yet another baby! But this one is not a bird, nor an imaginary child! This one is a kitty!!!
The past couple days, there's been this stray cat hanging around Sean's yard, with no collar, no tags, no tattoos on her ears, or inside of her lip, not even a ring of smashed fur where a collar might have been. For all intents and purposes, she is stray! She is this absolutely beautiful Himalayan, with long hair, and these heavenly bright blue eyes. She looks just like Sassy from Homeward Bound. She's gorgeous, and so friendly, and sweet. The problem is, Sean's Mom's landlord won't allow them cats or dogs, so she has to stay outside. I lent them cat food, until they buy a bag of their own, and since she has stayed in their backyard the past three days, she's basically Sean's and mine now! Because Bonnie, Ian, and Tuula can't keep it cause of their landlord, but the place that me and Sean will move into allows cats! We have named her Charlotte, and she is just the sweetest thing!
So, me and Sean and Mom had this ginormous conversation about financing last night. Sean working the same hours and earning the same amount as Vanderleek roofing, and me making six hundred a month, we could make downpayment of ten grand in two and a half years, only putting two hundred each towards it. If we put four hundred towards it, we'd make it in just over a year. We'd own it in ten years. By that time, if we had pristine credit (and you know, you actually get better credit if you buy a LOT of stuff, but pay your bills religiously), a couple cars, and were mortgaging another house that we lived in, and renting out the condo, that would be enough to get a significant loan.
As an aside, I was also curious as to what exactly the government of Canada considers the poverty line, so I worked it out. For a just moved out couple with a few inexpensive pets, to be at the poverty line, you'd have to make $62, 000 a year. EACH. If you have kids, the poverty line is probably WAY higher than that. Now I ask you this, what the FUCK are they thinking? What does that make a family like mine? That makes less that twelve thousand a year? Fucking retards.
Also, until I am twenty one, me and Sean have a significant third income: my orphan pensions! I get two, one Canadian, and one American, because my dad was an American living in Canada when he died. Therefore, I get a hundred and twenty dollars from the Canadian government (piddly, miserly dog-fuckers), and four hundred and eighty (depending on exchange rate) from the American government! So together, him with an eight hundred a month income, me with a six hundred a month income, plus this extra six hundred dollar a month income from le North American governments, Sean and I could live quite comfortably! Isn't that awesome?! Graduating suddenly doesn't seem so bad.
However, last night also sucked a little. You all know how I've been waiting for my birth certificate to come since last summer, right? Well, Mom and I were talking about it, and little by little, I dragged it out of her, that she never actually sent for it. The day she told me she'd sent for my birth certificate, back in August, I asked her specifically if she, herself, had sent it off. I asked specifically if she, herself, had paid the twenty dollars. The quastions I asked were phrased exactly so that she had to say she had done it herslef, with her won hands, and her own money. She lied. She went to Welfare, because apparently they HAVE to pay for my legal documents if they are accidentally destroyed, the way they were in the fire. And they said they would do it. Obviously they didn't.
I flipped. I was SO ANGRY. I just accused her of lying to me, and then stormed upstairs and just broke down. i can't believe that she just lied to me like that. She literally lied. She said specifically that she sent it off herself. and she lied. so I've been waiting for NINE FUCKING MONTHS for something that didn't even happen. It hurt me so badly to know that I can't even depend on my own mother to take care of my legal documents, that I will need for the rest of my life.
I am never asking her for another thing. I am sending for my birth ceritficate on my own tomorrow, when the post office will be open. I am doing it ON MY OWN so that I know it'll get done. It is pathetic that I can depend on Sean more than I can depend on my own mother. I vow never to depend on another person for the rest of my life.
Ok, I am done ranting now. My life is pretty ok right now, except for the heinous betrayal of mother dearest. but w/e. I just don't care anymore. see ya later!
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Saturday, February 26, 2005
HOLY WOWZERS!
ok, I have the coolest news EVER! me and Sean could own our own home by as early as NEXT YEAR!!!! isn't that incredible???
basically the story is, that before coming to filming today, me and Mom dropped by the Salvation Army for their fifty percent off sale, and we saw a couple old family friends there, Andrew and his girlfriend Michelle. They were buying a couch, and since we have the truck, we agreed to take their couch up to their house. So they live in these townhouses up off of Ninth Street, right? I wasn't thinking too much of them, but then, once we got the loveseat in, Andrew took us on this tour. And these townhouses, are SO nice!!! We came in, and we were basically in this little mudroom thing, with a couple closets, and a water heater, and a freezer. Totally normal. Then we went up six stairs or so, and we were in the living areas. There was a nice sized living room, a dining room, and a pretty big kitchen for a townhouse. Then there was a patio outside, and an ok sized backyard. Then we went up a flight of siz or so steps, and we were on this landing with a nice little nook-ish type thing, and two bedrooms on either side of the landing, both with fifteen foot ceilings, and one with a balcony! Then we went up another flight of six stairs and there were two MORE bedrooms on either side of the good-sized landing. So this place was really nice, and had FOUR freaking bedrooms, which is surprising for a townhome.
Now, here comes the kicker: Andrew is paying eight hundred dollars a month for this place--FOR MORTGAGE!!!!! He OWNS this place! That is so cool, because the place is so cool, there's FOUR bedrooms for me and Sean to play with! They allow cats, and birds and fish, but they don't allow dogs, which is stupid. But as Mom pointed out to me, when you OWN your own home, there isn't a thing they can do about it, as long as the dog doesn't break the noise code.
Now think about this: this is so perfect for us! Owning our own home would give us the collateral we'd need to get a bank loan to dstart our business!!! We could be business, and home owners by NEXT YEAR!!!!
I came in and told Sean about this, and I think he was so frightened by my enthusiasm that he forgot to think about what I was saying. But anyways, I have to go film! leave comments and tell me all about how awesome this is, because this is SO FREAKING SWEET!!!!!
basically the story is, that before coming to filming today, me and Mom dropped by the Salvation Army for their fifty percent off sale, and we saw a couple old family friends there, Andrew and his girlfriend Michelle. They were buying a couch, and since we have the truck, we agreed to take their couch up to their house. So they live in these townhouses up off of Ninth Street, right? I wasn't thinking too much of them, but then, once we got the loveseat in, Andrew took us on this tour. And these townhouses, are SO nice!!! We came in, and we were basically in this little mudroom thing, with a couple closets, and a water heater, and a freezer. Totally normal. Then we went up six stairs or so, and we were in the living areas. There was a nice sized living room, a dining room, and a pretty big kitchen for a townhouse. Then there was a patio outside, and an ok sized backyard. Then we went up a flight of siz or so steps, and we were on this landing with a nice little nook-ish type thing, and two bedrooms on either side of the landing, both with fifteen foot ceilings, and one with a balcony! Then we went up another flight of six stairs and there were two MORE bedrooms on either side of the good-sized landing. So this place was really nice, and had FOUR freaking bedrooms, which is surprising for a townhome.
Now, here comes the kicker: Andrew is paying eight hundred dollars a month for this place--FOR MORTGAGE!!!!! He OWNS this place! That is so cool, because the place is so cool, there's FOUR bedrooms for me and Sean to play with! They allow cats, and birds and fish, but they don't allow dogs, which is stupid. But as Mom pointed out to me, when you OWN your own home, there isn't a thing they can do about it, as long as the dog doesn't break the noise code.
Now think about this: this is so perfect for us! Owning our own home would give us the collateral we'd need to get a bank loan to dstart our business!!! We could be business, and home owners by NEXT YEAR!!!!
I came in and told Sean about this, and I think he was so frightened by my enthusiasm that he forgot to think about what I was saying. But anyways, I have to go film! leave comments and tell me all about how awesome this is, because this is SO FREAKING SWEET!!!!!
Thursday, February 24, 2005
The Home Farm Pet Store
what do you think? Is that my calling, Bloggerites? Should I own and operate a pet store? Sean said it was his Mom's idea. Apparently, they think I'm this HUGE animal person. Which I suppose I am...I adore my doggies like nothing else, and the birds are tres fabou.
I am thinking about start up costs right now, and with good credit, and bit of collateral, Sean and I could easily obtain a loan. To start small, with a couple of litters of puppies, kittens, some varieties of birds, lots of fish, some reptiles and rodents, with all the equipment necessary. I have had almost every variety of pet, so I know how to take care of all of them. I have raised puppies before, and I am learning to train birds.
What I want is to have an acreage out Brannon Lake area, and breed my own dogs, cats, and birds. I would absolutely adore that! And since Sean wants to have an exotic bird as a pet sometime soon (he may be getting an African Gray Parrot; they live over a hundred years) we'd use him as our pet stores resident mascot! We'd have a big ole cage at the front in which our big exotic bird would live in while we were at the store, and everybody would know the pet store as "the one with the big bird in front"!
T'would be a family operation with me in office and management, as well as behind the counter, and Sean as well, and other relatives of the family who wanted to help helping out in the store. What I would need to start this would be 1) a business loan, 2) a business license, 3) a breeding license, and 4) a kenneling license. Then I'd need to start buying stuff. I'd need to lease a place, preferably in a prime location. I would love to use one of the huge storelots in Woodgrove, but I'm also for the revitalization of downtown project, so I might take advantage of one of the new storelots in the Nanaimo Centre, and attract all of Nanaimo's pet lovers to downtown! Then simultaneously, I'd need to buy the equipment, and the pets, while renovating, and decorating my store (I already have some fantastic ideas for creative pet spaces; it'll be the PRETTIEST pet store in town!), also I'd need to set up the office, get everything I needed, hire some employees, and start a payroll. It's a daunting proposition, but I know how to set up marketing analysises, and business plans, plus I know pets!
Our thing would be that almost all our pets are homegrown, and raised by the hand that sold them to you. No puppy farms, no paying six hundred dollars for fortuitously adorable crosses. My babies will be purebreds. And if I am to do a little judiscious crossing, it will always be to the advantage, to produce puppies like Sensei, with the best of both worlds!
Anyways, I am off to Rutherford to examine prom fabrics, and research the pet store there. I shall beasking some interesting questions...!
I am thinking about start up costs right now, and with good credit, and bit of collateral, Sean and I could easily obtain a loan. To start small, with a couple of litters of puppies, kittens, some varieties of birds, lots of fish, some reptiles and rodents, with all the equipment necessary. I have had almost every variety of pet, so I know how to take care of all of them. I have raised puppies before, and I am learning to train birds.
What I want is to have an acreage out Brannon Lake area, and breed my own dogs, cats, and birds. I would absolutely adore that! And since Sean wants to have an exotic bird as a pet sometime soon (he may be getting an African Gray Parrot; they live over a hundred years) we'd use him as our pet stores resident mascot! We'd have a big ole cage at the front in which our big exotic bird would live in while we were at the store, and everybody would know the pet store as "the one with the big bird in front"!
T'would be a family operation with me in office and management, as well as behind the counter, and Sean as well, and other relatives of the family who wanted to help helping out in the store. What I would need to start this would be 1) a business loan, 2) a business license, 3) a breeding license, and 4) a kenneling license. Then I'd need to start buying stuff. I'd need to lease a place, preferably in a prime location. I would love to use one of the huge storelots in Woodgrove, but I'm also for the revitalization of downtown project, so I might take advantage of one of the new storelots in the Nanaimo Centre, and attract all of Nanaimo's pet lovers to downtown! Then simultaneously, I'd need to buy the equipment, and the pets, while renovating, and decorating my store (I already have some fantastic ideas for creative pet spaces; it'll be the PRETTIEST pet store in town!), also I'd need to set up the office, get everything I needed, hire some employees, and start a payroll. It's a daunting proposition, but I know how to set up marketing analysises, and business plans, plus I know pets!
Our thing would be that almost all our pets are homegrown, and raised by the hand that sold them to you. No puppy farms, no paying six hundred dollars for fortuitously adorable crosses. My babies will be purebreds. And if I am to do a little judiscious crossing, it will always be to the advantage, to produce puppies like Sensei, with the best of both worlds!
Anyways, I am off to Rutherford to examine prom fabrics, and research the pet store there. I shall beasking some interesting questions...!
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
on the subject of a lovelife
header: I believe there shalt be multiple titles in this post. ware!
Now, is anybody else incredibly confused as to the polar-ness of a certain somebody's mood changes as to a certain OTHER somebody? Tim, give us a heads-up! What is going on? She's very very upset, and is skipping her academics for, like, the third day in a row to go be miserable with Laura. I shall join her after lunch. I really feel for her, because she's actually more upset about this than she's been with any other one who didn't work out. thumbs down all around! (to partake of an Amay-Bethany phrase.) To Boyface: have a heart! Whatever dilemma you have over this, shove it down a deep dank hole, and enjoy the awesemity that is Girlface! Do so, or I shall smite thou!
k, done with that now.
Constantine, the cheesiest of cheese.
So, on Friday, I decided not to go to Aden's p-tay in favor of going to Constantine with Devin, Brad, Sean, Alana, Emily, and Chris. I still hadn't bought Sean his V-day gift, so that was it. Twas quite ironic, that I took him to a show, because that's what he got for me, too! He's taking me to a play this weekend, and I am excited!
Anyways, Constantine was crap, though Brad will tell you otherwise. Keanu disappointed and the angel Gabriel pissed me off. You just cannot manipulate the idea of religion into having a corrupt God. It defeats the purpose of portraying religion as real. Angels may fall, and the Devil is the type to make a wager over human souls. But God? I bet you anything I will have comments refuting the existence of God, but in my life, God is real, and God is perfect. God doesn't play games with His children. Doesn't happen, and it makes me want to slap the screenwriter of Constantine. Also, could the goddamn movie BE more Catholic??? Now, I absolutely have nothing against Catholicism, why ever would I? But I do have a problem with the arrogance of believing that your way is the ONE TRUE WAY, and that NOTHING ELSE IS EVER GOING TO BE TRUE. Which some may believe to be odd, given my penchant for Mormonism. But my personal belief is that there is some truth in all religions. Which makes sense if you consider that almost all religions have the same basic tenets. And the movie Constantine started off on the wrong foot with me, because EVERYBODY in it was Catholic, and there was absolutely no consideration, not even the QUESTION that any other religion in the world was real. I mean, when you find out for the first time in your life that God is real, and you have undeniable proof that it all happened, most people would ask the question, "so what of the other religions? how does Buddhism, Islam, Prtestantism fit into this Catholic truth you are presenting to me?" but that question was never asked in the movie Constantine, and that bugged me. It was as if they were saying, "of course Catholicism is true, what else could religious truth possibly be?"
Anyways, onto other subjects.
Birds
are awesome. except when they poop on your head and bite your hand for taking the troublen to return their mate to them. Yes, my ViVi is a pistol, and rather difficult, and contrary. But she's beautiful, and has such personality!
Sean
is even better! I am entirely in love with him, though we've spending a bit too much time together lately. tonight we are not going to see each other. We have made a pact that no matter what else, every week, we are obl;igated to take at least a minute, and do nothing but cuddle. reason being that cuddling, in it's beautiful simplicity, is nothing but love, and happiness and smiling. so a minute of cuddling minumum, where we are hugging, and touching and simply in love per week is a VERY GOOD THING! And it makes me love that wonderful boy even more than I already did.
We have been thinking about landscaping and architecture lately. On Sunday, while he was at church, I kinda went a little crazy, and drew the modified plans for my house. Then I began landscaping plans for our possible backyard. We discussed it last night, and I have some more modifying to do. I am excited, because the plan ias based on my current house, which I love, except it has an added couple of feet here, an extra room or two there, and I love it! I am really excited to build this new house! I will make sure it has desirable amenities, like electric heating (despite it's expensive-ness) and more reasonable breaker divisions. Unlike my super-crap house, with a fridge, and washer, AND dryer all on the same breaker. For those of you who know nothig of which I speak of, that means, we plug in a can opener, and the breaker blows. It is Sucky McBlow-Ass.
Filming My Immortal
Yesterday, I was hit by a car. Four times. Or more accurately, I was asked to walk into a moving car, then roll out of the way, and act dead, whilst said car sped away. I took the first bus to Sean's house and cuddled with him as he woke up, and later that day when Devin arrived, we bagan storyline filming of My Immortal.
We started at Sean's filming practice scenes, where I was singing with Sean playing the piano, and I had to get mad at him, and storm out. That was fun! Sean laughed and ruined the shot like fifteen times! We did all sorts of rushing in and out, and running down the street scenes, and it was great!
Then we drove to Devin's, and did--dun dun dun--the bedroom scene!!! No, it was nothing like you're thinking, Devin does PG videos! Jeex, you dirty-minded individuals! So scandalous! Anyways, we changed into pj's, and did fun bed scenes, where Sean wakes up from a nightmare, looks over, and checks to make sure I'm still there. It was so funny, because he only had about four barrs to do all this is, so half the takes ended up looking like he looked over, and then, "meh. whatever, I don't care." watching the footage later, we had a good laugh over that. We also got some of the funniest bloopers ever. One was staged, where me and Sean were hiding uder the covers, and he turned out to be wearing a random Amish hat, and I was salivating over this picture of Devin. It was his BIG CAMEO in the film, and we laughed like fools over it. Also, there was one take where I accidentally ran my face into the pillow next to me, and even though the camera didn't catch it, it panned back to me, and I was laughing at my mistake, and staring at the camera, and it ruined the shot. twas amusing.
After that, his Mom got home with her boyfriend, and we all drove downtown to film the car crash scenes. Those were so funny! I couldn't handle the shots, weher Devin was trying to get the surprised, I'm-about-to-get-hit-by-a-car face, and every single one, I started laughing.
When we did the scene, Devin actually asked me to walk into the car, as it was moving, and fall over the hood of the car. According to them, I looked like a plastic dummy each time--but hey! YOU try walking into a moving car, and see how natural YOU look! One thing is certain, I am NOT a stunt actor! Anyways, passerby were quite confused, and Devin was in the midst of filming one shot where I was lying on the ground, "dead" and some guy walks up, and asks, "Did somebody call an ambulance?" We all just started laughing, and I stood up, and was like, "I'm not dead, thanks very much!" in this cheery voice, and he was so confused. Devin's Mom was like, later, "Yeah sure we just hit this girl, and we're all just sitting around watching her bleed! Devin's filming her for his own sick purposes!" We had a good laugh over that, though the poor guy was just trying to be helpful to what was supposed to look like an accident.
Anyways, it was quite interesting, and will be fun to talk about in the interview.
Alright, I am super done with blogging now! Goodbye, all!
Now, is anybody else incredibly confused as to the polar-ness of a certain somebody's mood changes as to a certain OTHER somebody? Tim, give us a heads-up! What is going on? She's very very upset, and is skipping her academics for, like, the third day in a row to go be miserable with Laura. I shall join her after lunch. I really feel for her, because she's actually more upset about this than she's been with any other one who didn't work out. thumbs down all around! (to partake of an Amay-Bethany phrase.) To Boyface: have a heart! Whatever dilemma you have over this, shove it down a deep dank hole, and enjoy the awesemity that is Girlface! Do so, or I shall smite thou!
k, done with that now.
Constantine, the cheesiest of cheese.
So, on Friday, I decided not to go to Aden's p-tay in favor of going to Constantine with Devin, Brad, Sean, Alana, Emily, and Chris. I still hadn't bought Sean his V-day gift, so that was it. Twas quite ironic, that I took him to a show, because that's what he got for me, too! He's taking me to a play this weekend, and I am excited!
Anyways, Constantine was crap, though Brad will tell you otherwise. Keanu disappointed and the angel Gabriel pissed me off. You just cannot manipulate the idea of religion into having a corrupt God. It defeats the purpose of portraying religion as real. Angels may fall, and the Devil is the type to make a wager over human souls. But God? I bet you anything I will have comments refuting the existence of God, but in my life, God is real, and God is perfect. God doesn't play games with His children. Doesn't happen, and it makes me want to slap the screenwriter of Constantine. Also, could the goddamn movie BE more Catholic??? Now, I absolutely have nothing against Catholicism, why ever would I? But I do have a problem with the arrogance of believing that your way is the ONE TRUE WAY, and that NOTHING ELSE IS EVER GOING TO BE TRUE. Which some may believe to be odd, given my penchant for Mormonism. But my personal belief is that there is some truth in all religions. Which makes sense if you consider that almost all religions have the same basic tenets. And the movie Constantine started off on the wrong foot with me, because EVERYBODY in it was Catholic, and there was absolutely no consideration, not even the QUESTION that any other religion in the world was real. I mean, when you find out for the first time in your life that God is real, and you have undeniable proof that it all happened, most people would ask the question, "so what of the other religions? how does Buddhism, Islam, Prtestantism fit into this Catholic truth you are presenting to me?" but that question was never asked in the movie Constantine, and that bugged me. It was as if they were saying, "of course Catholicism is true, what else could religious truth possibly be?"
Anyways, onto other subjects.
Birds
are awesome. except when they poop on your head and bite your hand for taking the troublen to return their mate to them. Yes, my ViVi is a pistol, and rather difficult, and contrary. But she's beautiful, and has such personality!
Sean
is even better! I am entirely in love with him, though we've spending a bit too much time together lately. tonight we are not going to see each other. We have made a pact that no matter what else, every week, we are obl;igated to take at least a minute, and do nothing but cuddle. reason being that cuddling, in it's beautiful simplicity, is nothing but love, and happiness and smiling. so a minute of cuddling minumum, where we are hugging, and touching and simply in love per week is a VERY GOOD THING! And it makes me love that wonderful boy even more than I already did.
We have been thinking about landscaping and architecture lately. On Sunday, while he was at church, I kinda went a little crazy, and drew the modified plans for my house. Then I began landscaping plans for our possible backyard. We discussed it last night, and I have some more modifying to do. I am excited, because the plan ias based on my current house, which I love, except it has an added couple of feet here, an extra room or two there, and I love it! I am really excited to build this new house! I will make sure it has desirable amenities, like electric heating (despite it's expensive-ness) and more reasonable breaker divisions. Unlike my super-crap house, with a fridge, and washer, AND dryer all on the same breaker. For those of you who know nothig of which I speak of, that means, we plug in a can opener, and the breaker blows. It is Sucky McBlow-Ass.
Filming My Immortal
Yesterday, I was hit by a car. Four times. Or more accurately, I was asked to walk into a moving car, then roll out of the way, and act dead, whilst said car sped away. I took the first bus to Sean's house and cuddled with him as he woke up, and later that day when Devin arrived, we bagan storyline filming of My Immortal.
We started at Sean's filming practice scenes, where I was singing with Sean playing the piano, and I had to get mad at him, and storm out. That was fun! Sean laughed and ruined the shot like fifteen times! We did all sorts of rushing in and out, and running down the street scenes, and it was great!
Then we drove to Devin's, and did--dun dun dun--the bedroom scene!!! No, it was nothing like you're thinking, Devin does PG videos! Jeex, you dirty-minded individuals! So scandalous! Anyways, we changed into pj's, and did fun bed scenes, where Sean wakes up from a nightmare, looks over, and checks to make sure I'm still there. It was so funny, because he only had about four barrs to do all this is, so half the takes ended up looking like he looked over, and then, "meh. whatever, I don't care." watching the footage later, we had a good laugh over that. We also got some of the funniest bloopers ever. One was staged, where me and Sean were hiding uder the covers, and he turned out to be wearing a random Amish hat, and I was salivating over this picture of Devin. It was his BIG CAMEO in the film, and we laughed like fools over it. Also, there was one take where I accidentally ran my face into the pillow next to me, and even though the camera didn't catch it, it panned back to me, and I was laughing at my mistake, and staring at the camera, and it ruined the shot. twas amusing.
After that, his Mom got home with her boyfriend, and we all drove downtown to film the car crash scenes. Those were so funny! I couldn't handle the shots, weher Devin was trying to get the surprised, I'm-about-to-get-hit-by-a-car face, and every single one, I started laughing.
When we did the scene, Devin actually asked me to walk into the car, as it was moving, and fall over the hood of the car. According to them, I looked like a plastic dummy each time--but hey! YOU try walking into a moving car, and see how natural YOU look! One thing is certain, I am NOT a stunt actor! Anyways, passerby were quite confused, and Devin was in the midst of filming one shot where I was lying on the ground, "dead" and some guy walks up, and asks, "Did somebody call an ambulance?" We all just started laughing, and I stood up, and was like, "I'm not dead, thanks very much!" in this cheery voice, and he was so confused. Devin's Mom was like, later, "Yeah sure we just hit this girl, and we're all just sitting around watching her bleed! Devin's filming her for his own sick purposes!" We had a good laugh over that, though the poor guy was just trying to be helpful to what was supposed to look like an accident.
Anyways, it was quite interesting, and will be fun to talk about in the interview.
Alright, I am super done with blogging now! Goodbye, all!
Friday, February 18, 2005
that was a pig screecher
I actually hate Laura and Brianna. nto really. but they annoy me.
Anyways, I haven't posted in far too long, and I only am now because I really cannot stomach doing any more symbolic meanings of "non-descript rental houses."
Hey, I have a question: does anybody check my blog anymore??? I am not whining, I just want to make sure people are still interested, because I realize I haven't posted in a long while.
Yesterday, me and Devin had a huge fight. I am assuming he is not talking to me, so I shall post my side of the story here, in the hopes that he will read it and understand why I got angry. It goes a little something like this:
Yesterday at choir, Sean was there, adn him and Devin were discussing future filming times for the storyline stuff of My Immortal. I was in a somewhat bad mood because I had just found out that I'd gotten eighty nine in acting, (when Devina dn April got 99; that's enraging) and eighty six in choir (something I've NEVER gotten below ninety in), but it was contained, you know? I wasn't snipping at anybody, I was just a little broody about it. Anyways, I wasn't participating in the conversation, and Brianna came up to me and asked if I wanted to sing a few songs with her and Laura because they felt like singing some Collective harmony before choir. So I went sure, I'm bored. We got the piano out, and sang Sincerely, which was fun. After we decided to sing Lonesome Road. Halfway through the song Devin turns around and says, "Alleah, come here." I just shook my head, because clearly, I was already doing something else, and it wasn't like I was going to drop everything just to go see what he wanted. So I shook my head at him, and didn't stop singing. He gave me this look, and repeated, "Alleah, COME HERE," in this really offensive tone of voice. Now, I have to explain my reaction to this. To me, it was like, he was expecting me to jump like a trained seal at his beck and call, and the very idea of anybody, let alone Devin expecting this of me offended me insanely. And let's not forget, I was still upset over my report card. So I stopped in the middle of a phrase, and said, "Devin, I'm signing," thinking maybe he'd realize that I was in themiddle of something, and wait til the end of the song. Not a chance. He grimaces at me, and snarkily snarls, "I don't care." That absolutely infuriated me. If I had been close to him, I would have punched him. As it was, I snarled back, "Well, too bad!" Then Mrs. Sinclair tried to start the practice, because she could clearly see things were getting angry. So I stalked over to where he was, and just about blew up. For those of you who were there, who thought I DID blow up, no I actually didn't, I was restraining myself from even worse yelling. I told him, "Don't EVER snap your fingers at me, and expect me to drop everything to come running, I won't take that kind of shit from you," in not so many words, but I was so angry, I can't remember the exact words now. He just narrowed his eyes, and said, "Go away, Alleah, I don't have time for this," and that, nearly gave me a hernia. I have never been so angry at him. All I could get out was, "YOU don't have fucking time for this," before Mrs. Sinclair broke it up. By that time, everybody in the room was silent and watching us, kind of warily. After that, we began warm up, and Devin left the room. He didn't come back for a half an hour. When he came back, he said to Sean, as an aside, "I'm thinking about not doing My Immortal now," Now THAT is the most manipulative, evil thing Devin has ever said and done. NOBODY drops a bone in my lap and expects me to kiss ass for it. NOBODY. I couldn't stomach it from Ratbitch, and I will NEVER take that from someone who professes to be my friend. Never. Thank goodness I didn't hear it, but it just goes to show how wrong it was, because of Sean's reaction. He had basically been a neutral observer through the fight, and when Devin said that to him, he just snapped, "You damn well better, because if you don't I will be so pissed." And well, he should be! He wrote the fucking storyline! And Devin has no right to treat us as if we are his little entourage, and that we'll do what he wants just because he's making a movie. Now, this is true, also: I overreacted. I know this, and I apologize to Devin for that. But he said it on his own website, I don't take any shit from anybody. And what I felt he did yesterday was horse manure of the vilest variety. (that sounded pompous) It was absolute crap.
Anyways, I am hoping Devion will read that, and understand my point of view, and notice my apology as well. But let it be known, that I do NOT consider that fight to be my fault. And it still makes me angry when I think about it.
Other than that, yesterday was pretty good. I only went to one class (*cringe*) and had a great time at Country Club with Brianna, Katie Lloyd, Laurie, Chris Read, and Sean. After choir, Sean took me to see Finding Neverland, and we had a fabulous tme! It was such a great movie, I cried throughout. Even Sean had little puddles, which is cute! We saw and talked to the twins, and agreed to spend time together next week after they get back from Youth Conference. We want to see their new place, and they want to meet the birds...
OH YEAH! THE BIRDS!!!! Sean bought two lovebirds for our five month anniversary! The girl is mine, and she's yellow, with a red face, and she's feirce, and bites people if they come near her cage, or her mate! She's very possessive of her lover, and preens him all the time, which is absolutely adorable! And she'll click, and scold you of you have the audacity to put your hand inside her cage, and she'll bite you if you pick her up! But she hops on my hand all the time, and likes to nestle in my hair, and sit on top of my head! She's very loud, too! If her mate flies more than half a room away, she shrieks, and chirps in distress, and it is so sweet! Her name is Vee Vee. The boy si Sean's, and he is blue and green, with a peach face, and he is very quiet and shy! He shies away from people if they try to get him to hop on their hand, and when he bites it is very very light and unassuming. He cheeps if his lover flies away from him, and snuggles up close on the perch next to her! He defers to his mate all the time, who is bigger and stronger than him. Sometimes, he'll get in trouble with her, and she'll bite him, and he'll snuggle up ion apology! And when they're feeling affectionate, they'll just perch really really close, and nuzzle each other adorably! His name is Cocoa! They are the most FABULOUS birds EVER! The lovebird is a species of parrot, and they are so friendly! If you pick one up with your hands cupped around them, and nuzzle their head against your cheek, they are so soft, and wonderful! You can even teach them to kiss! I love them, so! Vee Vee's the best gift Sean has ever given me!
Ok, so I'm done now. In conclusion, let me say, I adore the failing blog, and Anon is a loser, and clearly obsessed with us, seeing as hpow he can't stay away from our blogs. I am still curious as to his true identity. And em-ekual, whoever the hell THAT is. btw, it is possible that they DON'T go to Welly, but they actually go to Dover, or Barsby, given that all of our friends are in different schools. I really am curious to discover who this undeveloped cretin is.
k, bye.
Anyways, I haven't posted in far too long, and I only am now because I really cannot stomach doing any more symbolic meanings of "non-descript rental houses."
Hey, I have a question: does anybody check my blog anymore??? I am not whining, I just want to make sure people are still interested, because I realize I haven't posted in a long while.
Yesterday, me and Devin had a huge fight. I am assuming he is not talking to me, so I shall post my side of the story here, in the hopes that he will read it and understand why I got angry. It goes a little something like this:
Yesterday at choir, Sean was there, adn him and Devin were discussing future filming times for the storyline stuff of My Immortal. I was in a somewhat bad mood because I had just found out that I'd gotten eighty nine in acting, (when Devina dn April got 99; that's enraging) and eighty six in choir (something I've NEVER gotten below ninety in), but it was contained, you know? I wasn't snipping at anybody, I was just a little broody about it. Anyways, I wasn't participating in the conversation, and Brianna came up to me and asked if I wanted to sing a few songs with her and Laura because they felt like singing some Collective harmony before choir. So I went sure, I'm bored. We got the piano out, and sang Sincerely, which was fun. After we decided to sing Lonesome Road. Halfway through the song Devin turns around and says, "Alleah, come here." I just shook my head, because clearly, I was already doing something else, and it wasn't like I was going to drop everything just to go see what he wanted. So I shook my head at him, and didn't stop singing. He gave me this look, and repeated, "Alleah, COME HERE," in this really offensive tone of voice. Now, I have to explain my reaction to this. To me, it was like, he was expecting me to jump like a trained seal at his beck and call, and the very idea of anybody, let alone Devin expecting this of me offended me insanely. And let's not forget, I was still upset over my report card. So I stopped in the middle of a phrase, and said, "Devin, I'm signing," thinking maybe he'd realize that I was in themiddle of something, and wait til the end of the song. Not a chance. He grimaces at me, and snarkily snarls, "I don't care." That absolutely infuriated me. If I had been close to him, I would have punched him. As it was, I snarled back, "Well, too bad!" Then Mrs. Sinclair tried to start the practice, because she could clearly see things were getting angry. So I stalked over to where he was, and just about blew up. For those of you who were there, who thought I DID blow up, no I actually didn't, I was restraining myself from even worse yelling. I told him, "Don't EVER snap your fingers at me, and expect me to drop everything to come running, I won't take that kind of shit from you," in not so many words, but I was so angry, I can't remember the exact words now. He just narrowed his eyes, and said, "Go away, Alleah, I don't have time for this," and that, nearly gave me a hernia. I have never been so angry at him. All I could get out was, "YOU don't have fucking time for this," before Mrs. Sinclair broke it up. By that time, everybody in the room was silent and watching us, kind of warily. After that, we began warm up, and Devin left the room. He didn't come back for a half an hour. When he came back, he said to Sean, as an aside, "I'm thinking about not doing My Immortal now," Now THAT is the most manipulative, evil thing Devin has ever said and done. NOBODY drops a bone in my lap and expects me to kiss ass for it. NOBODY. I couldn't stomach it from Ratbitch, and I will NEVER take that from someone who professes to be my friend. Never. Thank goodness I didn't hear it, but it just goes to show how wrong it was, because of Sean's reaction. He had basically been a neutral observer through the fight, and when Devin said that to him, he just snapped, "You damn well better, because if you don't I will be so pissed." And well, he should be! He wrote the fucking storyline! And Devin has no right to treat us as if we are his little entourage, and that we'll do what he wants just because he's making a movie. Now, this is true, also: I overreacted. I know this, and I apologize to Devin for that. But he said it on his own website, I don't take any shit from anybody. And what I felt he did yesterday was horse manure of the vilest variety. (that sounded pompous) It was absolute crap.
Anyways, I am hoping Devion will read that, and understand my point of view, and notice my apology as well. But let it be known, that I do NOT consider that fight to be my fault. And it still makes me angry when I think about it.
Other than that, yesterday was pretty good. I only went to one class (*cringe*) and had a great time at Country Club with Brianna, Katie Lloyd, Laurie, Chris Read, and Sean. After choir, Sean took me to see Finding Neverland, and we had a fabulous tme! It was such a great movie, I cried throughout. Even Sean had little puddles, which is cute! We saw and talked to the twins, and agreed to spend time together next week after they get back from Youth Conference. We want to see their new place, and they want to meet the birds...
OH YEAH! THE BIRDS!!!! Sean bought two lovebirds for our five month anniversary! The girl is mine, and she's yellow, with a red face, and she's feirce, and bites people if they come near her cage, or her mate! She's very possessive of her lover, and preens him all the time, which is absolutely adorable! And she'll click, and scold you of you have the audacity to put your hand inside her cage, and she'll bite you if you pick her up! But she hops on my hand all the time, and likes to nestle in my hair, and sit on top of my head! She's very loud, too! If her mate flies more than half a room away, she shrieks, and chirps in distress, and it is so sweet! Her name is Vee Vee. The boy si Sean's, and he is blue and green, with a peach face, and he is very quiet and shy! He shies away from people if they try to get him to hop on their hand, and when he bites it is very very light and unassuming. He cheeps if his lover flies away from him, and snuggles up close on the perch next to her! He defers to his mate all the time, who is bigger and stronger than him. Sometimes, he'll get in trouble with her, and she'll bite him, and he'll snuggle up ion apology! And when they're feeling affectionate, they'll just perch really really close, and nuzzle each other adorably! His name is Cocoa! They are the most FABULOUS birds EVER! The lovebird is a species of parrot, and they are so friendly! If you pick one up with your hands cupped around them, and nuzzle their head against your cheek, they are so soft, and wonderful! You can even teach them to kiss! I love them, so! Vee Vee's the best gift Sean has ever given me!
Ok, so I'm done now. In conclusion, let me say, I adore the failing blog, and Anon is a loser, and clearly obsessed with us, seeing as hpow he can't stay away from our blogs. I am still curious as to his true identity. And em-ekual, whoever the hell THAT is. btw, it is possible that they DON'T go to Welly, but they actually go to Dover, or Barsby, given that all of our friends are in different schools. I really am curious to discover who this undeveloped cretin is.
k, bye.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
why does nobody comment?
I'll keep this one short, so that you can still see the awesome-possum post below. COMMENT ON IT, DAMN YOU!
filming's coming up. Sean's in the midst of puttying and taping his walls. All my classes are insanely easy. I saw Phantom last night. I enjoyed it, but because I am not willing to sacrifice my children to it's awesemity, Collective has disowned me. bah.
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filming's coming up. Sean's in the midst of puttying and taping his walls. All my classes are insanely easy. I saw Phantom last night. I enjoyed it, but because I am not willing to sacrifice my children to it's awesemity, Collective has disowned me. bah.
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Tuesday, February 08, 2005
stealth blogging
BAH! I hate not having a computer. That seems to be all you hear from me lately, hey? Bah, I hate this! Bah, I hate that! Whatever. I’m negative.
So, life is entirely boring. Second semester has started. I have English with Mr. Perrett (random Australian; Brianna’s in my class), History with Tarwitz (switching out into Film and TV, also with Brianna. Mr. Sinclair teaches that.), and Bio with Rodgers. Super boring, also, super easy. Gator is in my class. D block is my spare, THANK GOD! Ahh, the glory of not having to go to a full day of school. Tis a wonderful thing, except for when you have no money, or food, and spend the whole time bitching to Laura about how much I hate my life.
I hate it when life is so negative. It feels like nothing is going right, and there is no hope at all for me. Hat’s a crappy feeling. I also hate this keyboard. The letters are sticky and it’s creating an anger hernia of magnificent proportions in my poor Pinto stomach. If you notice, the T is pissing me off especially.
Filming of My Immortal is this Saturday. Friday, I have to practice with the band, which is weird, cause I’m not actually singing, I’m just lipsynching. I think during filming, I’m going to do my best to drive Devin batty, and sing harmony, or something funny like that! (HAHA! The R sucks, too, and I just typed harmony as HAMONY! Yay, ham!)
So, I’m actually blogging at school right now, which explains the title. I have to type this on Word, then SUPER-STEALTHILY copy and paste it onto blogger. Except Word is fixing all my characteristic mistakes, such as not capitalizing, and NOT fixing my stupid sticky-letter mistakes! HOW INFURIATING! Good old copy and paste, always there when I need it!
Anyways, I’m boring. Goodbye. I wish I had food. Goodbye, again.
So, life is entirely boring. Second semester has started. I have English with Mr. Perrett (random Australian; Brianna’s in my class), History with Tarwitz (switching out into Film and TV, also with Brianna. Mr. Sinclair teaches that.), and Bio with Rodgers. Super boring, also, super easy. Gator is in my class. D block is my spare, THANK GOD! Ahh, the glory of not having to go to a full day of school. Tis a wonderful thing, except for when you have no money, or food, and spend the whole time bitching to Laura about how much I hate my life.
I hate it when life is so negative. It feels like nothing is going right, and there is no hope at all for me. Hat’s a crappy feeling. I also hate this keyboard. The letters are sticky and it’s creating an anger hernia of magnificent proportions in my poor Pinto stomach. If you notice, the T is pissing me off especially.
Filming of My Immortal is this Saturday. Friday, I have to practice with the band, which is weird, cause I’m not actually singing, I’m just lipsynching. I think during filming, I’m going to do my best to drive Devin batty, and sing harmony, or something funny like that! (HAHA! The R sucks, too, and I just typed harmony as HAMONY! Yay, ham!)
So, I’m actually blogging at school right now, which explains the title. I have to type this on Word, then SUPER-STEALTHILY copy and paste it onto blogger. Except Word is fixing all my characteristic mistakes, such as not capitalizing, and NOT fixing my stupid sticky-letter mistakes! HOW INFURIATING! Good old copy and paste, always there when I need it!
Anyways, I’m boring. Goodbye. I wish I had food. Goodbye, again.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
*whistle* pretty birdie!
Well, the past couple of days have been both eventful, and boring, if such a thing is possible. Tis now true, that I have not a single amenity in my home, and might as well be living in Afghanistan for the standard of living I enjoy. So I am blogging at Stinky Sean's, while he gets rid of his stink by showering.
Monday, I had my Socials exam first thing, and it was at a groggy six AM that my mother accosted me, and plied me with coffee. I got up, and sucked it back, whilst fighting with Sherayna. I went and did my exam. It wasn't too bad. The multiple choice took me about twenty minutes, a half an hour, if you count going over the answers I wasn't sure about. If you pretend that I got every single question that I wasn't sure about wrong on the multiple choice, then I got seventy five percent. Now I probably didn't get every single one that I wasn't sure about wrong, so I am pretty sure I did ok on that part of it. The essay however took me a full hour and a half! I didn't know a single thing about the topic, so I spent about fortyfive minutes just brainstorming for parapgraphs. I've learnt that I cannot write an essay without some form of outline. Then the next forty five minutes was spent bullshitting my way through a five paragraph essay on something I knew nothing about. However, it was worth forty marks, and there were four required subjects to talk about. So I figured, I would find ten points about each of those subjects, and then they would have to give me at least thirty five, even if a few of them were wrong. Then, I could make up the last five points with correct essay writing form, and sheer writing ability. One thing about me, I generally know how to put a sentence together. However, i couldn't get ten points for each thing, so I really REALLY bullshitted my way through it. I finished eight minutes to time. After the exam, I went to Tim Horton's with the mom, and according to her, these four gym teachers were checking us both out. Weird! I was just wearing jeans, a maroon sweater, and heels, and she was wearing jeans, a pink angora sweater, and a purple, blue and pink plaid blazer. An outfit that I picked out, if I do say so myself! So that was crazy.
After that, I went to Sean's house where--well, things happened, but I don't remember them, because they were clearly entirely uneventful. I think we might have gone on the trampoline. But that also might have been the day before. meh.
OH WAIT! I remember what happened! Sean had gotten a BUDGIE that day!!! woo-hoo, budgies! He named it Augustus, and I got to watch him being introduced to his cage for the first time. We played with him all day. (So yeah the trampoline WAS the day before then...)
Tuesday, I woke up at six am yet again. Woke up, made coffee, fought with Sherayna. Typical morning. Mom drove me to my Math Exam, which was surprisingly easy! I did the same thing, and calculated what my percentage would be if I got every single question I wasn't sure about wrong. I have AT LEAST eighty percent on the multiple choice. The written part, I got maybe a bit above fifty percent...*blush!* didn't do too well on that part! But I'm not worried. After that, Mom came and picked me up, and we went home. After that, i went to Sean's...AGAIN, and we did absolutely nothign all day long again. We watched part of a movie. Then I tried to cook him bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches and nearly burned his house down. And by that, I mean, some oil dripped onto a burner and created an inch high flame. I know, I'm pathetic, but I freaked out. I nearly dropped the pan, blew the flame out, and just started shaking. I nearly fell on the floor. I just told ean, "I can't do this--I can't cook for you, I have to go sit down." I don't think he realized how badly I was startled. He looked surprised that I didn't move for like five minutes.
After that, we played with Augustus, and watched Spiderman 2. Sean was sleepy and had a headache, so he pretty much snoozed beside me. Ian got home, and freaked out that the garbage hadn't been changed. Bonnie got home, and went out again with Tuula, and a couple of her friends. It was girl's night, and they were going to go watch Phantom of the Opera. Sean asked if me and him could go too, but go and watch a different movie. We've been planning on seeing White Noise for over three weeks now. But his Mom took off without giving Sean a difinitive answer, and he was steamed about that. I was a little unsettled with myself, because I was feeling like a crappy person yesterday. However, we didn't talk about it much. I don't know what to think about that.
Right now, Sean and I are supposed to be walking up to Brianna's, cause he has no bus money. For soe reason, I am not as enthusiastic about it anymore...
bah. life is so boring. I am going to go check out Brianna's linkies, cause she's insisting that I do. Remind me to update my own linkies. I only go to like half of them, and I also go toblogs that arent' on my linkies. So I'll do that. Soon. Prolly.
k, bye.
Monday, I had my Socials exam first thing, and it was at a groggy six AM that my mother accosted me, and plied me with coffee. I got up, and sucked it back, whilst fighting with Sherayna. I went and did my exam. It wasn't too bad. The multiple choice took me about twenty minutes, a half an hour, if you count going over the answers I wasn't sure about. If you pretend that I got every single question that I wasn't sure about wrong on the multiple choice, then I got seventy five percent. Now I probably didn't get every single one that I wasn't sure about wrong, so I am pretty sure I did ok on that part of it. The essay however took me a full hour and a half! I didn't know a single thing about the topic, so I spent about fortyfive minutes just brainstorming for parapgraphs. I've learnt that I cannot write an essay without some form of outline. Then the next forty five minutes was spent bullshitting my way through a five paragraph essay on something I knew nothing about. However, it was worth forty marks, and there were four required subjects to talk about. So I figured, I would find ten points about each of those subjects, and then they would have to give me at least thirty five, even if a few of them were wrong. Then, I could make up the last five points with correct essay writing form, and sheer writing ability. One thing about me, I generally know how to put a sentence together. However, i couldn't get ten points for each thing, so I really REALLY bullshitted my way through it. I finished eight minutes to time. After the exam, I went to Tim Horton's with the mom, and according to her, these four gym teachers were checking us both out. Weird! I was just wearing jeans, a maroon sweater, and heels, and she was wearing jeans, a pink angora sweater, and a purple, blue and pink plaid blazer. An outfit that I picked out, if I do say so myself! So that was crazy.
After that, I went to Sean's house where--well, things happened, but I don't remember them, because they were clearly entirely uneventful. I think we might have gone on the trampoline. But that also might have been the day before. meh.
OH WAIT! I remember what happened! Sean had gotten a BUDGIE that day!!! woo-hoo, budgies! He named it Augustus, and I got to watch him being introduced to his cage for the first time. We played with him all day. (So yeah the trampoline WAS the day before then...)
Tuesday, I woke up at six am yet again. Woke up, made coffee, fought with Sherayna. Typical morning. Mom drove me to my Math Exam, which was surprisingly easy! I did the same thing, and calculated what my percentage would be if I got every single question I wasn't sure about wrong. I have AT LEAST eighty percent on the multiple choice. The written part, I got maybe a bit above fifty percent...*blush!* didn't do too well on that part! But I'm not worried. After that, Mom came and picked me up, and we went home. After that, i went to Sean's...AGAIN, and we did absolutely nothign all day long again. We watched part of a movie. Then I tried to cook him bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches and nearly burned his house down. And by that, I mean, some oil dripped onto a burner and created an inch high flame. I know, I'm pathetic, but I freaked out. I nearly dropped the pan, blew the flame out, and just started shaking. I nearly fell on the floor. I just told ean, "I can't do this--I can't cook for you, I have to go sit down." I don't think he realized how badly I was startled. He looked surprised that I didn't move for like five minutes.
After that, we played with Augustus, and watched Spiderman 2. Sean was sleepy and had a headache, so he pretty much snoozed beside me. Ian got home, and freaked out that the garbage hadn't been changed. Bonnie got home, and went out again with Tuula, and a couple of her friends. It was girl's night, and they were going to go watch Phantom of the Opera. Sean asked if me and him could go too, but go and watch a different movie. We've been planning on seeing White Noise for over three weeks now. But his Mom took off without giving Sean a difinitive answer, and he was steamed about that. I was a little unsettled with myself, because I was feeling like a crappy person yesterday. However, we didn't talk about it much. I don't know what to think about that.
Right now, Sean and I are supposed to be walking up to Brianna's, cause he has no bus money. For soe reason, I am not as enthusiastic about it anymore...
bah. life is so boring. I am going to go check out Brianna's linkies, cause she's insisting that I do. Remind me to update my own linkies. I only go to like half of them, and I also go toblogs that arent' on my linkies. So I'll do that. Soon. Prolly.
k, bye.
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