Treiss

HM.

Thu, 28 Apr 2005 20:09:38 GMT

You ever notice that just when the shit hits the fan, most of the people you THOUGHT you could lean on suddenly just disappear? The people who say, oh, you're one of my best friends, oh, you're so close to me... bull fucking shit, you haven't been the least fucking bit supportive. In fact you've grown DISTANT. Or when I bother to say anything they just go silent or wtfever, or go fucking invisible. Well fucking done, you assmunching fucktards. Well fucking done. If you know me so goddamn well you'd think you'd bother when you find out something is wrong because the past fucking three days I have NOT been myself. If you fucking bothered to take an interest anymore then that would be evident. I don't fucking crave attention, I just wish those that claim they're so incredibly close to me, bothered to fucking try instead of just ignoring me and then leaving something somwhere you know I'm bound to see it. That just fucking hurts. And I'm sick of this shit of finding out who my real friends really are. Sarah, Josh, Minnie, Dawne, Eric and Liam, and a few other people, they've fucking been supportive in so many ways you couldn't imagine. I can't really talk to Ben since hey, half the time he's the SOURCE of the pain whether he knows it or not, but at least I know I still have a few people to lean back on.

So just fuck you, if you're so goddamn good off and can bother to ignore and then blatantly backstab someone who is apparently one of your best friends. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, and I hope you have a nice fucking life, you bitchy asswhoring cunt.

And this isn't to anyone in particular, just to several people who've recently showed their true colors.

Fri, 22 Apr 2005 08:12:10 GMT

It fucking sucks to only be half of who you are and supress the rest because you know that if you're yourself, every good thing in your life will suddenly cease to be good.. and you'll be back where you left off. It sucks even more when you're surrounded by people who are being who they want to be... surrounded by people who are being themselves without restraint.

I hate life. e.e

Of pixels and HTML.

Sat, 16 Apr 2005 05:40:46 GMT

Whoa. So, uh.

I got one layout done today and earlier I was hit with two more, one of which is bound to be a bit hard, but hey, it's preventing me from being bored and it makes me happy to know, yay, man, I like... have something to do!
Plus, I made a journal entry asking for lineart because I can't do lineart for shit, and I've got like three offers. ^^! I'm so happy. XD My poor DA is being uploaded to a lot. First time I've actually USED the account constantly.

Otherwise I've been raking the yard and fighting off a cold.
FUN STUFF MAN.

And Ki said let there be chicken, and behold, there was pie.

Fri, 15 Apr 2005 09:01:25 GMT

Not much has happened. Got sick, got better. I saw one or two mosquitos and now I'm randomly thinking I'm being bit, leading to me swatting at myself randomly. Gets annoying after awhile.

Had Xilin call me. She's scary. I was hysterical at one point and we kept insulting eachother. Typical day in the neighborhood. My ear is numb.

Starting to do website commissions so first thing tomorrow I need to restart so I can work on this chick's commission. I'm such a good smaritian thing... person.

Ben is <3.

Take care, Mandy.
And have fun, Rozi.
And thanks again, Sammy.
Goodnight, moon. :>

Dear Victor,

Mon, 11 Apr 2005 09:02:02 GMT

It seems I just wasted an hour of my time trying to get through to a rock. At the start of the conversation all I had wanted was an answer from you on several things. One of the things I wanted answered was why you seemed to never consider mine or Khitan's point of view. I felt comfortable in knowing nothing crap would come out of it, but it soon extended into something I hadn't really expected. Time went on and you seemed to grasp what I was saying but failed to execute it into your brain in a way that would allow you to see things from my own perspective. On and on we went in circles with you conveniently repeating yourself, causing me to, in a way that tells me that you fail to consider maybe what you think isn't always right. You continued to assume I was argumentative and implied that I mean to insult people when many a time I stated that speaking my mind and voicing my opinion to people who irritate me is not, in fact, attacking, but it depends on the person as to whether or not they see it as such. I expect people to take what I say in their own way and to act accordingly, as I don't control people. If I did I'd do my best to erase the years of living in a society that has long festered in the notion that bottling things up is the right thing to do.

Being a person who hates to exercise futility, I left. Everything you said only reflected the inane idea that I myself was in fact wrong, or at least that you were without any shadow of a doubt, right. As we went over it depends on an individual's perception of right and wrong. You were given the opportunity to prove that you are capable of doing anything other than focusing on what you think is right and while you're forcing your views on me without giving me air to express my own, you're labeling it as helpfulness. Forcing yourself on me is not helpfulness, and I find your extreme lack of consideration for the thoughts and views of others to be disturbing.

You constantly preach to myself and Sammy that because of who we are we will have bad luck in things when in fact, being eighteen yourself, you have yet to begin actually living. Knowing nothing about us, you make the assumption that how we act around you is how we are all the time. From where I'm standing that is insanely wrong of you. Whatever we may be, at least we accept that which is coming from other people instead of smothering it in our own ideals and feeding off the support of the mindless and equally smothering tadpoles that choose to look up to our illusion of magnificence. Due to all the evidence I think I can safely say that you are full of bullshit and need to take a lesson in social skills, because at the rate you're going, it's not mine or Sammy's life that will be hard. It'll be your own.

Signed,
The Deeply Disappointed, Treiss.

SKIPPER-DOO.

Sun, 10 Apr 2005 20:58:50 GMT

So like.. I've been kinda sick the past few days. Not horribly, just.. sick. Symptoms keep skipping around, though, so maybe it's just some weird kind of spring flu. Eh, whatever...

I've found I can get my driver's permit now. Part of me wants to, but I'd have to take an eye exam and get glasses and all this crap... and I still feel twelve. I'm not sure if I should go for it. I want to but I'm scared I'll fuck up and end up like my sisser. We don't have an extra car if I fuck up, either. e.e; So... I dunno. I'm thinking about it, I really am. o.o I've always wanted to drive. But now that I have the opportunity it's kind of scary thinking about it. :x Hum.

In other news it's my mom's birthday and they made her work. Much wtfage there.

Waiting should be outlawed, methinks.

And a jolly old windsock!

Fri, 08 Apr 2005 05:00:34 GMT

Last day of exams, math. LOVELY... so, like. Today in a nutshell.

Somehow for the past three days I have been repetitively mindfucked with a case of insomnia. Now, Kiara does now know why, or how, or why yellow tastes funny, but she does know this posed a problem. For it seems Kiara has gotten herself sick.

I woke up far too hot and far too thirsty. Four glasses of water later I dragged my stuff out to the car and spent the rest of the time waiting on the front porch. I could see my breath meaning I was either really hot or it was cold... or both. Whatever. Got in the car, died... and I really like, died. I fell asleep and slept the whole morning. Past few mornings I've been waking up and such but I woke up ten minutes before I was to be dropped off. Considering I hadn't had anything to even drink for over six hours I think I did well on the exam. Finished at eleven, signed out at eleven fifteen, waited for... like, a half hour. Froze my bum off, literally. Went and got lunch, had ice cream, yum. Gummy bears + vanilla ice cream = <3.

I still feel rather shitty. Kinda groggy and my mind seems like it's only half paying attention no matter how much I poke it to work. I keep having to correct myself. This entry has taken a half hour already. x.x; Maybe it's the flu, or something. But I don't see how, as I never go anywhere. ee; -sighs- ):

On to my favorite subject. Ben. <3 He's so amazingly perfect in every way.. and stuff. ':3 He has that little something that's lacked in other relationships and he takes me for who I am, not who he wants me to be. That's insanely awesome. NowI'llshutupbeforesomeoneshootsmewithashoe.<3

To-Do List

Finish website.

Get sleep.

Do Linlove's layout. Working on it but shit my mind keeps wandering. x.x; Sorry Lin. =/

Ask Rome about SS stuff. Lalala.

Tug huge dresser thing downstairs. I don't really want to alone but it doesn't seem like I have a choice, so if I disappear it's because I broke something trying to move something twice my weight down two hallways and two flights of stairs into a messy room. ee;

Move other things in here, particularly area rug.

Sleep sounds good.

... yaso I go now. <3

Exams, round two, ding!

Wed, 06 Apr 2005 21:09:54 GMT

Get up crapshit early in the morning, barely make it into my shoes, stumble out to the car.. blah blah. Sleep, wake up, sleep more, wake up, sleep more, ow I hit my FACE, sleep more. Wake up, Italian soda, yum. Went to the Sheraton hotel for some damn thing, sat in car, was stared at by chubby, nearly bald guy. Very freaky. Leave, flee, get to BP, traipse in, forget to sign in, run up stairs, go to the bathroom, find old fart teacher. Fun. Take test, very boring. Test over, flee from room. Didn't hafta wait today. Get Taco Bell for lunch, breif moment of silence for poor chihuahua. Come home, be online. K.

Took test thing, yoinked from Joshy.

Advanced Global Personality Test Results

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Stability	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	46%
Orderliness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	33%
Empathy	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Interdependence	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Intellectual	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Mystical	\|\|	10%
Artistic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Religious	\|\|	10%
Hedonism	\|\|	10%
Materialism	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Narcissism	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%
Adventurousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Work ethic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Self absorbed	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Conflict seeking	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Need to dominate	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%

Romantic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Avoidant	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Anti-authority	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Wealth	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%
Dependency	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Change averse	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Cautiousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Individuality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Sexuality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Peter pan complex	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	76%
Physical security	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Food indulgent	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Histrionic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Paranoia	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Vanity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Hypersensitivity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Female cliche	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%

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... rofl I agree. I totally fucking agree. :x

This song keeps coming on when I write entries. What in the fuck. o.o

Testing, round one, ding.

Tue, 05 Apr 2005 23:13:47 GMT

So I like had my reading test today. Got up two hours earlier than I had to because my dad can't read a schedule so my mom was there early. Tired as fuck because I was up insanely late due to an unfortunate case of further insomnia. I cussed out everything from road conditions to Jews in my tired grumpiness, and then fell asleep on and off in the back of the car. I will tell you one thing, it is fucking uncomfortable. I was behind the driver's seat so of course the driver's seat was entirely too far back making it a bitch to lay down comfortably. I slept on and off, got major cramps and such, woke up enough to watch my sisser be dumb and walk past an agitated moose. Woke up again at half past seven in the morning, got an Italian soda (damn that shit is good), and kinda hung out in Eagle River for awhile.

Got some Fig Newtons at a minimart thing and a Fuze drink thinger and off we go to Anchorage again at around 8:30. Get to the BP energy center thing which is, I have to admit, immaculate, but it's kinda... ickish. The windows were all straight lines all over the wall. I s'pose I admire their decorative sense, but... ish. It was weird. Maybe tomorrow I'll take pictures of the place? -shrug- So I get to the classrooms and of course none of them are marked right and you can barely read the writing. I finally find the room and... to my surprise I like the teacher guy. He explained later that he was an art teacher and was working on getting certified to teach reading, or something. He was kinda funny. At about 10:30 he had us get up and walk around. I kinda got annoyed at that because it's like.. I'm here to test, k, not socialize. So after about ten minutes of waiting we go back in, I finish the second session early and flee before everyone else. Sign out and all that jazz, walk around the parking lot, la la la. Sit down on the sidewalk and read for 45 minutes until my mom comes, and by now my ass is FROZEN, k. You'd think they could have heated sidewalks if they're too cheap to have at least a bench. But of course not.

Anyway, we go home, lalala... my mom bought me clothes. A pair of jeans and three shirts. And while I appreciate the thought, and they're nice clothes, they're not.. me. I dislike tight things. In fact I won't even WEAR tight things. It's just annoying. Ugh. Anyway. Came home, came online for a bit, ate, spent time with sisser, came back, Ben's on. Joy joy joy. <3

And that would be my day. On a good note I can transfer my Beekin badges (SUPPOSEDLY) tomorrow. :> We'll see.

Also, Josh, I'm sorry I was afked. ;; You happened to catch me right after I went afk. I'm so sorry. Ugh. ><; I'll try to see you later tonight after school, but I can't make any promises. Email me. <3

Raaaaaadical, dood!

Mon, 04 Apr 2005 15:57:39 GMT

Yesterday... was... no words can describe. Up, down, and all around sort of day, but it ended on a high note, one I'm very, very grateful for. Ben is <3. And he's mine. x3

Testing starts tomorrow. x.x Meaning I won't see people in the mornings, I know this for sure, at least... tomorrow, dunno about the other two days, because my mom's work is a bitch and won't let her have short days meaning I have to drag my ass up at some ungodly hour. x.x I'll be around like normal in the afternoon, though. Wish me luck and all that jazz. <3

sacredbucket - I love you, Linnie. You're entirely too awesome. Please forgive me for not being the friend I used to be lately - life's been a wild ride, not that that's any excuse. I'll make it up to you soon, promise. <3

abbi_tigger - Hang in there, girl.. I know today starts a hard series of things from what I can tell and I hope everything goes smoothly, if in fact it's not held over again because of Social Services. Bah. <333 I hrt you.

agateway - Again, hang in there. I hardly know you but I can tell things are awesomely shitty at times, lately. Because you're incredibly strong, I know you'll get through it and we're all here to help every step of the way. Hugs and hrts to Mandy. <3

hopes_star - I hrt you, Joshy. My advice to you is to follow your heart and do what it says. The brain can be kinda stupid at times. <3 Whatever you do, it'll be the right decision if it comes from the heart.

xinakie - Don't leave Furc, Sammy. K? I'll be lost without you! xD Seriously. Don't leave. We be dropkickin' DEP for their complete lack of brain cells. ):

ecstaticfoil - Omg mood swings suck. But I did miss you, Minnie. <33333333333 FEEL BETTER RIGHT NOW OKAY?! :D

patchcali - All I can say is... whoa, suckage at your computer. That stuff sucks. :< Hang in there.

inhandra - Married Hamster! Belated congrats? xD Hope things are going well for you, oh hamster I never see anymore. TAKE CARE ALRIGHT? ALRIGHT THEN. <3

noyro - You're crazy. End of story. rofl. <33333

I DON'T THINK I MISSED ANYONE. O_o; But if I did. Loves to you, comment kick me and... yea. <3!

OH BY THE WAY IT'S SNOWING AGAIN. :(

Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are...

Sat, 02 Apr 2005 06:56:23 GMT

I couldn't help it, it's all your fault.

I cannot. Sleep. I've tried laying comfortably, counting Skittles, staring... I simply cannot sleep. And this is bad because I can't get into a destructive sleeping pattern now. I cannot. I have testing at 9 AM next tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. x.x

I want Ben. ;.; I hate all this. I hate not knowing exactly how I feel. I hate being afraid of what my feelings might be. I'm afraid that I'm wrong about him. Worse, what if I'm right about him? Timezones, age, all these reasons... what if he finds someone else? He's more social than I'll ever be. We're total opposites.

So why is it that I can't help but care about him more every fucking day? ;.;
I wish I could sleep. My pattern of thought gets ever more mind fucking. I just want to lose myself for a good long bout of hours. I don't wanna think anymore.

-screams-

Yaaaaay.

Tue, 29 Mar 2005 22:55:14 GMT

People who like fun need to go stab eternal_skywind. Because he's a total dumbass who doesn't know the meaning of 'leave me the fuck alone', apparently. It must be.. over a half a year since I told him this. I'd really rather he just fuck the hell off, but... really? Yeaaa, don't care tons anymore. :D
Edit: So maybe I should consider why the hell after all this time he thinks I actually want to be around him, espcially after our last words... but... I really don't think so.
Have at it, darlings. <3

In other news, my dog tore up a pillow and some other things. White stuff everywhere. :( Oh well... I'll clean it up eventually. Both shop vacs are totally torn apart though. I'll live.

I crave strawberries.

Public Notice

Sun, 27 Mar 2005 18:33:55 GMT

I find it amazingly pathetic to make journal entry after journal entry stating how much you miss someone. .. Like, minutes in between, about five a day. Seriously, person needs to get a fucking life. ♥

I also find it amazingly annoying when you stay up hours past the time you normally go to bed, waiting for someone.. and then you go to bed finally... and they frickin' come online fifteen minutes later. -.-;

That's all. :D

By the way...
HAPPY EASTER! ♥

Liek, joyspaz!

Sat, 26 Mar 2005 22:17:49 GMT

New word love. Anyway, updateness...

I got my CD, finally. I find it amusing how they reordered and were all polite and stuffs and it got here like.. really, really fast. XD I feel kinda bad for harassing all those poor customer service monkies, 'cause it was most likely the postal service, but... hey, at least I got it. A change in music?!?1 holi hel ya

I've been cleaning lately, but it seems like no matter how much I clean, something else gets messy. I have urges to run around screaming at the top of my lungs at this, but, whatever...

I've been watching a ton of TV lately, for some reason. I dunno, it's somehow more entertaining than the computer. Blerk...

Anyway. I keep spraying myself in the face with one of those spray bottles. XD I liiike it.

Liam bought me a domain. http://www.treiss.com/ HE ROCKS OKAY? <3 Much loves to him. (S'not like anything's there, but hey, I'm happy about it.)

-hugs Sammy- Stuffs will work out. <333

Welcome back to the internet, Sarah. xD <3

WHAT IN THE FUCK.

Mon, 21 Mar 2005 20:48:16 GMT

'Kay. I go out for one fucking day and suddenly everyone thinks it's time to snoop in my room. FUCKING WRONG. I had a book, an old one, from a dusty box in a room, I asked my dad if I could read it, he says yes. Then he INVADES my room, looks through it enough to find the book in a DRAWER, and leaves a note saying this:

STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY STUFF KIARA

Okay, what the fuck. This annoys me. WHAT RIGHT DOES HE HAVE.. to go through my shit enough to find the book in the first goddamn place? AND he took the charger for my camera battery, the camera he pretty much GAVE me because I expressed an intrest in photography some SIX FUCKING MONTHS AGO. How is this fair?! HE TELLS ME TO STAY OUT OF HIS SHIT.. but he goes through mine? Oh, ho ho ho, fucking no. And then I go to test a scratched disk in my PlayStation and I discover FF7 is missing. Okay, I know my dad didn't take the game, this leaves my sisser or lovely brother-in-law. WHAT THE FUCK. She bitched at me for having FF8 so I gave it back and asked for FF7. She was fine with it. And now she comes in here WITHOUT asking and just takes it? Oh, fuck no. I expect it from my dad, he's always been an asshole and has no problem whatsoever with going through my shit, but.. my sisser is going too fucking far. She has no business whatsoever coming in here. I don't invade her space, she cannot fucking invade mine. When she comes home, I am reaming her. I am fucking livid. This is MY room, not hers, or anyone else's, MINE. K? People should fucking respect my privacy. I'll be goddamned if I have to worry about people coming in here and taking things on the rare occasion I leave the house, and I shouldn't HAVE to put a lock on the door, because hey, it's just my family.

Fucking wonderful day to start this shit.

The window will freak out if I open it.

Mon, 21 Mar 2005 18:58:35 GMT

Subject title is a don't ask. K? K. <3
Halfassed recaps are fun.

Took a shower. Showers are heaven. I'm a happy Kiara.

Am doing laundry. Laundry bag went from overflowing to very small. Very, very good.

Cleaned up a tad in here. I can see the floor again!

Got a large bunny from mom for Easter, earlyish. It's the cutest thing ever. Click to see. :D

I've been eating healthier lately, less caffeine and such... well not really less, but... well, yeah, less. I've been eating less, too, strangely... and it dun bug me all that much.

I tugged my baby into this room awhile back - I am enjoying it, bebi. It looks so good on that worn out jurrasic age table! :D

I emailed Walmart and asked for a reorder and haven't gotten a response since. Kinda torked off at them. I seriously hope that for their sake the frickin' thing GETS HERE this time, although I have a suspicion it's the postal service's fault, not WalMart's. Because we all know how intelligent postal workers are. </sarcasm>

I also emailed the Furcadia orders, as they seem to have gotten the money order I sent for Rozi's classics, I know this due to the return receipt I got from USPS, but... they haven't activated the renewal. I am pissed. They have my money, now.. fucking activate the order. Worse thing is, I switched Furc names since then and the email addy I had it under is now gone. Blah.

I messed with my userinfo. Take a look-see.

I had the window open while I slept yesterday because I was hotter than a racehorse fresh off the track and the fan on the computer freaked out. Therefore I have deemed it unreliable... er... more unreliable than it was and my mom's agreed to have it replaced next overtime check.

It's scaring me with how warm it is. Spring is definitely here, which is... strange, as for Alaska, spring is more April/June than March. Oh, well, I like the warmer weather. I'm your mildish temperatures kind of girl.

I've got two people commissioned for portraits, yay! Which reminds me that I made a new desc page for Treiss on a bored day. See?!

Tequila Sunset on Furc bought me SS. Much love to him. <3

I think I'm out of things to talk about. Boo-hoo, I suck. <3

Oh, a story of Wal-Mart crappiness.

Sat, 19 Mar 2005 06:25:46 GMT

Real fun treat for you, kids. REAL FUN.

So in late Febuary I order Chumbawamba's older CD with my shopping card I received on my birthday. I did this online because I'm lazy and wanted to see how it worked out. Process was fine, blah blah, got an account... so I order! Two days later I get an email saying the item I requested has been shipped from the lower 48 and should be delivered between March 1st and 4th, and thanks for your service. This time came and went, and I never received what I ordered. At first I thought my brother-in-law stole it because hey, he goes through the mail at every opportunity, why I have no fucking idea, but he does. Upon laying into my sisser because I can't talk to my sad excuse for an in-law, I discovered that no, he didn't take it. A day later I receive an email!

Dear Kiara Kaitchuck,

We want to thank you again for shopping at Walmart.com! We
hope that your first visit to our site was enjoyable and
that you are happy with your recent purchase.

In an effort to better serve you, we'd love to hear about
your shopping experience with us. Please give us feedback
by participating in a short, six-question survey:
http://websurveyor.net/wsb.dll/11276/SOWSurvey1204.htm

By the way, did you know that you can receive Wal-Mart
online newsletters about new items and ideas, Rollbacks,
and more? Click this link to sign up today:
http://www.walmart.com/email_collect/subscribe.gsp

We appreciate the opportunity to serve you and look forward
to your next visit.

Sincerely,

Customer Service at Walmart.com
http://www.walmart.com

...Hahaha. To which I reply!

Funny you should send me such an email. I never received what I ordered.

The next day, much to my surprise, I get another email.

Dear Treiss Adreuvi,

Thank you for contacting Wal-Mart's online store.

We received your email. To ensure that we provide you with accurate
information, we are researching the matter. We will email you with the
requested information. We appreciate your patience and apologize for any
inconvenience.

Sincerely,
Customer Service at Walmart.com

... Alright, fine, but someone's stupid - My name is in my fucking account, WHY use the name in the received from bar?! Lazy hos.

So I wait, and wait, and wait some more, and a week later, two days ago now in fact, I reply to that email with this:

Seeing as how it's been a week I was wondering what was up with that?
Order still hasn't arrived and it's getting me rather annoyed with the
whole system at large.

And just today I get this.

Dear Mr./Ms. Adreuvin,

Thank you for contacting us at walmart.com. Your comments and questions
are very important to us as we strive to meet your needs.

We apologize that you have not received your Tubthumper for order number
26774. Please email us back at help@walmart.com if you would
like a credit on your account or a reorder. Please let us know if you
still have the Shopping Card (SC) you used and which SC you want the
refund be applied. If you lost your SC, you may purchase a new card and
give us the card number. Credit will be processed after receipt of the
information we requested.

If we may be of further assistance, please email us at help@walmart.com,
or call us at 1-800-966-6546. We're here to serve you from 7:00 AM EST
to 2:00 AM EST, 7 days a week!

Sincerely,

Ella
Customer Service at walmart.com

...They had me wait TWO WEEKS TO TELL ME THIS. 'Refund or reorder'?! WTF is wrong with you people?! CHRIST! And, yet again, they fuck with the name. Lazy sons of sluts and whores. -.-; Me = mad, especially since.. THEY TOLD ME FOUR DAYS BEFORE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO ARRIVE... that it was in town. So what the hell kind of shit is that? I don't know if I should reorder or refund - it's no waste of money to them, they already got the money the card was loaded with.

Rofl. XD

Fri, 18 Mar 2005 02:10:58 GMT

monkey seizure: IAAHFHSAIF
monkey seizure: I DROPPED
monkey seizure: MY KLONDIKE BAR
monkey seizure: ON THE FLOOR
monkey seizure: GNSODNGNOFD
monkey seizure: ok it landed in the tinfoil. it's all good.

I LOVE YOU LINNY. XDD <3

Tue, 15 Mar 2005 11:53:19 GMT

~~Going back to milani. K? K. o.o Add me, people.~~

NEVERMIND GOD STOP STARING.

Harharhar.

Tue, 08 Mar 2005 11:07:39 GMT

Perhaps a bit eccentric to post this type of thing in your journal, but some idiocy is too tempting an offer.

Reyedog is now on the list of morons. Pity, he stayed off it for so long.

'Kay, this random person comes to the Coffee House, her and I start having a friendly bashfest. Some other guy who we'll call Tony and Rey both started calling us immature and trying to make us stop. Of course at the end of this we were joking around in a more friendly fashion, and I whispered Reye since I had perviously ignored his attempts to shut us up. I said as follows:

(4:01:20 AM) Treiss: I don't understand where stating my honest to god opinion is against the rules, but please, point this out to me. I don't give a damn if you get pissed at me, frankly, I do not. I don't understand why any type of conversation I have with anyone that isn't in the least bit lovey has to be an argument, but I am sick of the label you seem to have mentally pasted onto my forehead stating that I am an argumentative bitch.

I won't post the rest because that's against the rules and all, but to sum it up he seemed to think that, like our lovely Victor, fights are unacceptable in the Coffee House. After asking him just exactly when he'd ever, or if he'd ever, taken a not-so-friendly conversation not as an argument, but instead as a playfully harsh thing, he promptly told me I was on ignore. I continued whispering him for a bit until it got redundant, with him telling me not to whisper him because he was running a proxy. What proxy in existance lacks a proper whisper blocking system, is what I would like to know. Later in the Coffee House, I had just talked to Cironir who turned my Helper badge on for me. So I pranced into the CH on Xika to check the Welcomer queue and hang around on the Helper channel for a bit. Apparently, going in on an alt while NOT on the silence rule for reasons not related to him in any way is against the rules, although I let him know who I was promptly after logging on. Of course, this is a bannable offense. Long story short, apparently he's going to talk to some Guardians he knows and 'request a meeting', whatever the hell that means, saying he's never been treated this bad ever and OMGGGGGGG I'M SO HORRIBLE and I'm harassing him. He never ignored me, obviously, and he never used the Silence Rule, so... talking is apparently harassing, now. I'm not worried, lmao, I seriously am not. I have logfiles, 'Lin got a screenshot and has logs as well, and if he were smart he'd provide proof.

They obviously can't ban me for talking. But I'm such a rulebreaker, don't you know, with two boots to my record and one badge removal. Rofl. I have nothing to hide. Bring it, baby.

What in the fuck ever.

Tue, 08 Mar 2005 00:13:48 GMT

Yes I am gonna use curse words, yes, OMG, I will speak my mind, and if you don't like it, get the fuck out of my journal. This is your ONLY warning.

So I'd like to know why in the hell I'm some horrible, heartless bitch because I happen to speak my mind instead of either shutting up or sugar coating things? Okay so, this guy in the Coffee House, nice guy, annoys the fuck out of me for some reason. Apparently, every fight HAS to be stopped and he'll be the one to stop it! Fuck that shit. See, logfile coming up! This guy sits there, tells me my attitude is horrible as fuck, and that I need to change for 'my own good', because hey, he's eighteen, FOUR YEARS OLDER THAN ME, oh my god, don't worship yet, and he lives with his parents and he knows every goddamn thing about the world. He knows SO much more than I do, but I bet he doesn't even know how to cook simple macaroni. He probably doesn't even do his own fucking laundry.
Thanks for destroying my life this past few days. You're really good at it. Do you even have a conscience at all?
'Kay, for one thing, I'd like to get one thing straight. Who pissed off who first? Apparently, I did. Me speaking my mind is apparently harsh and blockworthy. Okay, fine. He says I won't have any friends ever, or any sort of life IRL ever, because I speak my mind. Okay, let's think about this guy's logic! He's known me, oh, a week, two, max, and most of that time he's spent telling me what a bitch I am. He doesn't even know me but apparently I need to change to fit his standards, or that of modern society. Two words. Bull shit. If people don't like how my mind works, how I act, what I feel, and I lose friends because of that... they obviously wouldn't be very good friends in the first goddamn place, would they?! Of fucking course fucking not. Friendship is accepting who other people are INSIDE. For fuck's sake.

I'm really just sick of people right now.

By the way, this issue arose a few days ago, but you know, I'm sick of kepeing it in. Just thinking about it is enough to get me wound up again, because for the love of all that is holy, I am OUT of patience with this person.

Left, left, left right left.

Mon, 07 Mar 2005 01:42:34 GMT

Someone told me earlier today/this morning that I'd get less/no layout commissions due to my pickiness. And it's crossed my mind that maybe she's right, but... these are the only two parts that apply:

I refuse to make layouts for websites with an R rating, including porn and death and gross stuff like that. Layouts are art just like a painting is, and I won't have my art displayed in such a gross way. I just won't, so don't ask.

Please don't ask me to do very gothy black and white emo and sadness deep depression suicide type things. x.x I don't like doing stuff like that because my art reflects my mood, and I'm not often feeling negative these days. If you ask me to do such a layout I may decline, because it would look crappy if my heart wasn't in it. Note: This does not mean I will not do layouts in greyscale form. That's something different entirely.

Maybe she's right, but it'd severely sadden me to learn that everybody wants gothy, suicidal, death and porn websites. The prospect of even thinking about making that type of thing is disgusting to me. Art should not be displayed that way in my opinion. There's more to life than wanting to die or get laid. x.x; But, oh well... she also said I need samples, and I'm working on that, but I'm kinda lazy. It'll be up in due time. I don't really expect commissions. Someone told me that flash and crap is more wanted these days... but, it's like, wow, that's sorta like telling me that what I do isn't good enough. Which is strange because I've always gotten along fine with what I have. >.<

Yesterday I stayed up long amounts of time to go with my mom. Got lotsa exercise and stuff, and at first I was reluctant to go, but my dad was like, oh, of course she won't go, you're not digital. -.-; I know he's my dad and all, but this constant bashing me is very asshole-esque. So I went.. etc.. Then we went up to Eagle River from like nine to noon... and that was way fun. I looked up addresses and dealt with the pager and she drove and stuff. We stopped at Walmart and I got more post-it notes, some more Midol and some of those Bioré nose strips, 'cause I have blackheads like whoa. We went to Chugiak like four times... I swear, in Eagle River, everybody is always smiling. I swear, like ten people stopped and smiled and waved to us. It was kinda disturbing but also neat that these people are all so happy. We came home, I died for a few hours... and woke up. Went to the bathroom, and right after I got this severe pain in my sides and belly/back. It was literally paralyzing. I sat in the bathroom for an hour because it felt like I was gonna puke until I finally crawled on my hands and knees into my room. My mom gave me a Midol and I kinda died for awhile. Woke up and it was fine, still is, except like... it feels like someone took all my internal organs and twisted them and let go, like everything's sore. So I have no idea.

Watched Flight of the Phoenix this morning. Good movie, some parts were kinda ewish, but I liked the plot, storyline, etc. Kudos to whoever remade that movie.

I'm mad at Walmart. My CD still hasn't arrived. ><;

I do believe that's all.

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Sat, 05 Mar 2005 07:00:44 GMT

I've recently realized that.. all my entries in this journal (no, really, ALL of them) are rants on idiots. And really that's rather stupid. They don't deserve my hatred! They're simply too.. stupid.

Whatever, that was lame.

In light of this I'm going to do my best NOT to rant on Furcadia-related morons because really? There's enough morons in the world. Don't need to feed them. They need to starve.

... Now the big question is, am I really so pathetic that I have nothing else better to do than rant on morons who most likely live lots of miles away?

... Give me things to rant about, darlings.

Beer before liquor, throw up quicker.

Thu, 03 Mar 2005 13:56:44 GMT

I could start this entry off in many ways. I could be a drama queen. I could simply say fuck it, I don't wanna update this, nobody reads it anyway.

But I won't.

Today I learned something very interesting. Almost like... apiffany-esque. Time does matter, no matter how much I'd like to just brush it off as.. well... time. That elusive thing we don't have enough of and drags on too much when we're waiting for something. Every minute becomes a year off my life and for the first time ever I haven't really wondered why. Part of me enjoys the winds of time blowing by.

How emo is that.

I should like to know why no matter what I'm always accused of being the one in the wrong. Someone I trust just this morning blamed a fight on me. I payed zero attention to this person, this person got pissy and put a good friend in the middle. Nuh-uh. I spoke up. See, I was ignoring this person. Oh, but complain to her about how much of a bitch I am. I am Jack's irritated brain. You'd think this person would get the hint considering I spent a good while explaining why I was in fact ignoring her, but no, pick on the friend, there we go. Christ. But I get blamed for it, yepsure. I'd like to kill someone right now.

I'm tired and I feel very much defeated by the discoveries of today. I'm gonna go watch Voyager reruns.

Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

Wed, 02 Mar 2005 10:39:37 GMT

Perhaps I'm simply prone to fighting lately... it seems that way, anyways. A part of me wants to try and work things out with so many people, but... the part of me that the rest of me listens to is saying to hell with them. As such, I've been a bitch on several occasions and spent most of today ignoring someone who is of great annoyance to me. She didn't do anything, no, it's just.. I find her attitude abhorrant. I met her and she was begging for digos. -5 brownie points there. She can't go five minutes without whining for someone to talk to her. -100 brownie points for attention whoring. And when I ignored her today, she would not shut up about how I was ignoring her and kept trying to get my attention. A friendly reminder? She couldn't WAIT for me to shut up yesterday. -600 brownie points. When asked by an equally annoying comrade, she said she's not the one fighting, oh no, it's me that's being immature, and I'm the bitch. -500 for just being a fucktard in the face of explaining things. And at the end of the day I explained my standings with her to her in whisper... and she wouldn't shut up about how unforgiving I am and how immature I was... When the WHOLE conversation I wasn't even attacking her. I just wanted to let her know that yes, I was indeed ignoring every fiber of what she said, yes, indeed, I was trying to aggravate her at some points, and no, dearie, I didn't really want to fight with her - but I did wish she'd grow the hell up. -10,000 for simply being annoying.
-5, -100, -600, -500, -10,000 = -11,205.
Eleven thousand, two hundred and five brownie points in the hole. She's got some climbin' to do.