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[22 Jun 2009|10:03pm] |
Whoohoo, I didn't get any scholarships again this year.
*sigh*
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[05 Jun 2009|10:28pm] |
When I let the rabbit out I stay down with her and watch her constantly because I know she will eat the carpet, the couch, the table, the blankets, and everything else if I don't. If she runs somewhere I can't see her from my current vantage point I move so I can keep an eye on her.
But when Mum lets her out she watches TV or falls asleep on the couch so Maggie will pick at the carpet, chew up the couch, munch through wood, and basically destroy everything we own.
And when she does notice the rabbit doing it does she go up and remove her from the situation? Does she give her something that she can chew on instead? Does she even just put her back in her cage?
No. She'll sit there, watching her, and yelling, "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO CHEWING! DON'T CHEW THAT! NO!" as if that will do anything.
Because if there's one thing a rabbit understands, it's yelled English.
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[15 May 2009|10:01am] |
So, today I woke up to the lovely sound of Mum screaming at Maggie. At 8 AM.
Obviously not being able to sleep because she won't stop, I rush upstairs to find out what's going on and apparently Maggie got out of her cage. She would have figured this out sooner had she done the responsible thing and checked on her the moment she got up rather than just going straight to the computer. But that's too much to ask.
Now, instead of calmly putting her into her small cage and fixing the play area so she can't get out again, she instead continues to scream and chase her around so that she's frightened out of her mind. Because she obviously wasn't seeing that she was terrorizing her bunny I said to her, "You need to calm down. You're scaring her. It's just going to make her harder to catch."
Her reply?
"I need to scare her!"
Christ.
Later on in the day, I got a phone call from the technician who is going to fix my computer. As I tried to talk on the phone Sky wouldn't stop screaming. Instead of helping me out by quieting her down, Mum instead just added to the whole mess by constantly trying to interrupt me while I'm on the phone to remind me of petty details.
In case you don't know, Sky screams more when she hears Mum and knows she's not talking to her.
No need to wonder why I constantly feel stressed at home!
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[04 May 2009|11:43am] |
Dear my math teacher,
It's a bit hard to learn from your reviews if some of the answers you post to them AREN'T EVEN CORRECT.
argaggshagrargahgagrhgghghrgrrrga
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[29 Apr 2009|09:16pm] |
Math online homework: 100%
Math written homework: 94%
Math quizzes: 65%
fucking quizzessss
I'm so exhausted right now. Driving for nearly two hours and then having to clean the house for another three immediately after was horrid.
My grandmother is rather... anti-America. And afraid of eating anything here, believing it's going to cause her to gain an immense amount of weight instantly and turn her into a fatty.
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[27 Apr 2009|04:44pm] |
Today in Linguistics we were going over different writing systems; and the first one that was touched upon was logographics and the teacher used Chinese as an example of it.
Her information was kind of... distorted, but since the one girl studying Chinese wasn't in class and I don't really know that much I let her have her say.
Then the questions began.
Boy: So... how do they, like, use computers? Or cellphones? I mean, our keyboards have all of our letters on it...
Girl: Yeah. Like, their keyboards would have to be huge
Me: Well, I know for Japanese you type the sound and then hit space and select the character you want, so Chinese probably has a similar method.
Teacher: Oh, okay, so there are Latin letters on the keyboards?
Me: Um, yeah, I think so?
Boy: Wow, that must take forever to type.
Girl: Why don't they just use the Latin alphabet instead? It'd be so much easier!
Another person: I think they just do it because it's tradition. It doesn't make sense otherwise.
Then, after class, a girl who was sitting behind me was talking to the person next to her.
"Asian languages are so hard. You have to learn so much and it's totally not necessary. I mean, I took Japanese for three years in high school and I still wasn't good at it. I mean, if it takes more than three years to be fluent in a language then what's the point?"
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[24 Apr 2009|03:12pm] |
Jake made a list of "things to have when zombies attack!!!!!!" on Facebook.
The list consisted of a Scottish fortress, a flame thrower, massive food supply, a rocket launcher and lots of ammo.
His friend then replied with this:
"Wow, you don't know anything about zombies do you? It's like you got all of your information from video games. Look, Rocket launchers are hard to load and take a lot of practice to fire effectively. Besides that, if zombies were anywhere close to your Scottish Fortress (Not a bad idea in itself) you'd be blowing away your walls as well. Plus, zombies are attracted to noises since that's where humans tend to be, meaning every shot would just bring more walking dead streaming your way. And the flamethrower? Sure, it's nice in certain situations, but if those zombies ever ever get into your castle, you're screwed. The only thing worse than having zombies chase you is having burning zombies chase you. Not only that, but it takes at least a few minutes to reload, time you don't have in a moderate to severe zombie attack. Your gear is cool, but unless you bring along some buddies with supplemental weaponry, you'll just end up getting owned."
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[23 Apr 2009|01:07pm] |
I've been reading too much of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. And I'm sure reading The Extra didn't help things either.
I had a dream that I was a man. I was approaching a large mansion in order to battle with THE GREATEST ZOMBIE SCOURGE OF THEM ALL (aka: apparently a zombie-man who was to blame for everything; he was trying to find a way to immortality but only ended up making himself un-dead and brain-hungry). As I entered his mansion I entered the largest room, which the foyer immediately led to, and was instantly face-to-face with my enemy. After chatting very briefly (and entirely consisting of me informing him he was about to die and him telling me to get the hell out) we started our battle.
Naturally, we fought with swords. Because he was a zombie, however, it was only obvious that his sword would be brittle and weak. Although I fought with all my skill his undead prowess was no match for me and I soon found his sword in my throat. When he tried to withdraw his sword to kill me the steel snapped and was left inside me.
Muttering "I'll come back when your sword is fixed" I stumbled from the mansion and poorly drove to the hospital where my friend (who was a doctor AND also Dustin Hoffman) worked. As he was confronted with my situation he left to have a conflicted monologue in another room about how difficult it was to see me injured and how he couldn't possibly take the challenge of fixing me knowing that I could die from it.
While he was doing that I went to the bathroom to check out the severity of my injury in a mirror. I pulled my shirt down and the majority of the sword clattered to the floor.
As it turned out, only the tip was wedged in my throat! The majority just was stuck in my shirt! Ho ho ho!
Then I woke up.
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| Things to do (in order of importance) |
[19 Apr 2009|09:20pm] |
Make a study guide for math
Pack things to take back on the 1st
Study for the math final
Study for Japanese final
Study for weather final
Study for linguistics final
Leave foreverrrrrr
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| My Tentative Schedule for Fall 2009 |
[14 Apr 2009|10:22pm] |
Japanese Culture (ANTH 1110): MWF 8-9
Issues in American Thought (HIST 2326): MWF 9-10
Chemistry (1021): MWF 12-1
Lab: T 9-11:50
Japanese: MTWRF 1-2
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[13 Apr 2009|08:00pm] |
KATRINA> nihongo?
DAISY> nihongo?
KATRINA> konnichiwa
DAISY> nihongo?
KATRINA> hai
DAISY> hai.
KATRINA> watashi wa katrina desu
DAISY> watashi wa daisy desu.
KATRINA> watashi wa david ga daisuki desu
DAISY> watashi wa david ga daisuki desu.
KATRINA> >:(
DAISY> watashi wa david ga daisuki desu.
KATRINA> urusai!
DAISY> >:(
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[12 Apr 2009|11:52am] |
Also, what's horrifying is all the supportive comments the original got.
It's a guy. In his underwear. Throwing up dirt and about to get a face full of it.
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| oh, the irony |
[07 Apr 2009|02:44pm] |
Stranger: brasil ?
You: no
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
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[05 Apr 2009|11:30am] |
"You ******* smug whore, you silly retarded *****... I hate you so much you little weaboo ******. Youre probably some fat *** dick beggar who sits at home answers on yahoo answers and think the sun shines out your ***. Enjoy your shitty little internet relationships with sexxxy boys (wtf?!?) they dont love you, they never will. STOP thinking your always right you conceited slag. OMG IVE DONE JAPANESE FOR 5 YEARS, IM SO ******* BRILLIANT. **** you, of course youre better than others, who've only been studying for a couple months, that doesnt make you god, neither does having been there a coupel times, so stop trying to be japanese... silly ******* ****, dirty lesbian. You need a new outlook, YOURE NOT BETTER THAN THEM. I've been studying Japanese, with my native mother, for the last 15 years, i dont flaunt over people who arer just trying, neither sould you, get a life. i dont care what you reply, i only made this account to tell you what a ***** and whore you are... Enjoy your shitty existence."
I like how I get this now when I haven't even been that active lately. Yesterday I only answered four Japanese questions (that haven't been deleted) and all of them just answer the question. :P
edit: and I like how they try to bring up your accounts into it; telling me to enjoy my relationship with "sexxxy boys" and then calling me a lesbian.
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[24 Mar 2009|11:01am] |
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FML on Facebook made an announcement on how they now have an HTTPS protocol to help people bypass their school and work filters. I made a snarky comment on how high schoolers need to be working and not going to FML. It was deleted. FML.
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| ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH |
[24 Mar 2009|10:35am] |
Saturday
Me: Don't forget to do your taxes.
Mum: Oh, I haven't got time today. And tomorrow they're not open. Remind me Monday.
Monday
Me: Don't forget to do your taxes.
Mum: Oh, I haven't got time today. I have to fix my bank statements. I'll do it tomorrow.
Tuesday
Me: Don't forget to do your taxes.
Mum: Shoot. There's no time. I'll do it tomorrow. I shouldn't--I don't think I'll be going to Daily Mass tomorrow so I'll have time.
It should be noted that I always remind her between 9AM and 10AM.
She has to be at work at 2:30PM.
She has fucking time.
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| What I need to accomplish: |
[22 Mar 2009|12:02pm] |
Go to DMV and get car matters settled (Monday)
Get my flash drive back!!!
Get Mum to do her taxes so we can check the FAFSA
Math homework
Memorize speech
Linguistics paper
Separate what I own into things I want to keep and want to toss
Help paint the house
Find a dress for Kerri's wedding
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