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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 10:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 11:18 pm
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UglyCoyoteNG In other news: I got the phone bill today. Incase you all didnt know, international calling is a c**t. Yes. A c**t. Being that Kelly was the only thing that made me feel better, i ended up calling him and talking for hours at a time. Well, that was going to bite me in the a** i just didn't know how badly. Mom estimated about 1000, but she was wrong. VERRRRRRRRRRRRRRY wrong. The bill is.... .... ... .. . DRUM ROLL PLZ
$2000+ DOLLARS
lol.yeah.thatrocked.
Hence why I bought phone cards to call my mate before I got a cellphone. Slipped a few times and realized just how much international calling was. Omg, I remember feeling sick to my stomach when my mom got the bill and yelled "Who's been calling Canada?!" |
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 12:06 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 12:07 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 12:07 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 12:09 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 12:52 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 1:43 am
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Crenn They did the same to me... except they had a reason for most of the picture I had uploaded there sweatdrop
I dunno about you guys and if your galleries are private or not, but I have litteral full-on sexual sketches of mine on there and they haven't given me a single peep about it yet.
UglyCoyoteNG Incase you all didnt know, international calling is a c**t. Yes. A c**t.
If both you and Kelly have computer, here's some dandy advice :
Cheap headsets with microphones :
20-ish$
The internet bill you're already paying per month :
Whatever you're already paying in $.
Teamspeak program provided by their website:
Free!
The ability to chat with whoever the heck you want from wherever around the globe for hours on end without having it cost you a fortune for phone line (and the ability to still receive calls while you're at it, and even doing it as more than only two people...) :
Priceless.
...if Kelly doesn't have a computer, then ignore this message and carry on. ~ sweatdrop
- - - - - - - -
Anyways, yeah...
Is it just me, or are there some parents who completely and utterly miss the point? ...and then some...
Why? Why is it my mom INSISTS on me getting my hair cut shorter when I just spent a full year trying to get them longer? A full year of me swearing in front of the mirror at my ever-so-slowly growing hair, and asking the hairstylist I go see every few months, repeatedly, not to do more than the tips. I mean, come on! It's barely under my shoulders!
Okay so yeah, it's not so big an issue. But it goes on ~
My mother then tells me to call for a haircut tomorrow or else she un hooks the internet. >_ And worst off, she makes it into this big pressing issue, and then tells me that I'M paying for it. Nu-uh.
I think I ended up arguing with her for 2 hours until she gave up and gave me 20$ to pay for it because she was sick of arguing and knew she wasn't gonna win with me.
Yeah yeah, it's 20$. But I've been putting all my money away lately to upgrade my stoneage computer, which itself wasn't even new; twas a "hand-me-down" that I fetched from the TRASH because dad got himself a new system for himself. And so has been for 5 years.
When prompted with about it, my parents say the computer isn't important at all. So why did they get one then? We may never know. My dad plays Call of Duty once every blue moon at most, and they check the news on the web... you know, the same news that plays on TV with audio commentary at that exact hour they religiously get up at every morning? Yeah, I don't get it either. :X
Me? No... learning new things off wikipedia, finding information for a psycho/medical condition I have and working on art, one of few things that gives me some sense of accomplishment in life, having a database to store my stuff in instead of piling it up on shelves and videogames to relieve everyday stress instead of going outside and resorting to delinquancy... are apparently not important. Nope. Not at all.
But especially the art. I've never uploaded anything "real mediums" on Deviant/Furraffinity for a reason, and it's that I just plain suck at it. Watercolours, oil paints, even those common wood colour pencils. None of it, nada. Using those, my art level retracts back to that of a 3-year old who just got bored of tossing rocks around.
But on the computer, I can actually do some half-decent work with Photoshop. Actually, pretty much anything computer-wise is the only time I can actually manage to do anything at least half-decently, other maybe than make killer good egg'n'bacon sammiches. I can't even masturbate because of the bad plumbing down there. What am I supposed to have left for me in the world? Magically turn into a sports fan who gets off on Pina Coladas? (not that I have anything against the drink)
burning_eyes
But okay. After FIVE YEARS of being here and arguing my parents that I don't want anything else (birthdays, christmas, and then some), doing chores around the hosue, taking care of my sister and flaunting my 90-95% average grades in their face, I FINALLY managed to get them to pay the difference on getting a new... uh... used system. (Oh /joy. More hand-me-downs. You just can't get something new for your daughter for once, not even when she's paying half of it. The 1200$ exercise machine that nobody uses was a reeeeeeeal necessity though. Yeah. Totally.)
I'm really starting to question how much my parents care for me. It's like they only give me stuff when they feel they should and so they don't lose face to the rest of the family, and even then it's usually cheap, not something I need and/or someone else's hand-me-downs. Half my clothes, all of my furniture, my computer, posters, everything! Even my WALLET is a hand-me-down, and I've been bugging my dad for a new one because it's been broken for 6 months now. Still no dice. :X
Then again, I don't even have a bed, nor my own room. I sleep on the couch in the basement "playroom", though lately with the renovations they're making with the house (YAY NEW STUFF SPENDING SPREE!!! --- but none for me >.o ), they've been re-doing the flooring down here so I've been having to sleep on the floor in my brother's room or in the hallway. Wow, isn't that just overly cozy-sounding.
Now on top of that both my pediatrist and two psychs have given me references to see specialists for a certain condition that usually brings a good half of it's victims to suicide, and my parents are doing their best to blatantly make me feel like I'll never get to fix it, that it's incurable, that it isn't worth bothering for, and completely ignoring it otherwise. No financial nor moral support whatsoever.
I feel like ringing their necks right now.
Nice and slow so I can hear every bone crack and pop.
But I can't do it. Apparently I'm too much of a failure to even commit suicide. My mom said that much herself.
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To be frank, I'd have to say she's half-right on that one, but it still hurts.
...I wonder if they ever stopped to think about if they had what it takes to be parents before taking off the condom and having me, and then going for two more.
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Today, I threw away 75%+ of my art archive. It was all signed under the name of an artist I'd rather leave forgotten. My real name, which I now try to avoid like the plague. I know running away from problems doesn't solve them, but this will at least buy me some time for my own sanity. My friends know me as Doomie, my peers know me as Doomie, and my new aquaintances know me as Doomie, so best it be and stay that way.
Of course, while I was pulling out the huge drawers and filing cabinets and stuffing industrial garbage bags full of 7 years worth of art, neither of my parents who were both down in the basement at the time said a single word to stop me, lest even ask me why, or what I'm doing. They just stood there, arguing, more enthralled about the look of the room, even though I was there doing it for a good 4 hours. When I got 200$ for my grades in Arts and Communication back in highschool they came running though. I don't even want to think about what kind of a conclusion I should form on all this.
Am I seeing things wrong here?
Maybe I'm being too demanding, sleeping on the floor and eating on a mainly pasta-consistant diet all week. The kind of stuff that goes for a whole week for 15$. And asking them to rinse their plates when they're done eating instead of leaving it in the sink for hours so the cheese really gets a nice grip so that I have to kill my wrists twice over to get the stuff out. You know, getting them to flush and lower the toilet seat every now and then when they're done would be nice too; I'm kinda getting sick (in more than one sense of the word) of coming into the bathroom to a surprise in the can.
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Is this what life is about?
I dunno... I'm starting to think it's not as cracked up as some make it out to be. Then again, maybe I just listened to Hakuna Matata too often, and expect too much on the common sense level from other humans. Ugh. |
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 1:50 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 1:59 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 2:08 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 2:11 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 3:49 am
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Doomie... if I were you, I'd ring their necks as well. Every sane person who knows the computer market, knows it's cheaper to buy a new computer than some crappy 2nd hand one.
I'm not a psychologist, so don't take my word for it, but I believe that your parents are somehow disappointed in you and are trying to treat you like crap in an attempt to try to make you dance their way. I've heard of it happening before, but I won't say how I know of it. But the strongest thing you can do is stay strong, don't give up hope, you have plenty of friends that are willing to support you emotionally if needed.
I also think your parents are rather selfish. I also think your parents are fools for not seeing you for who you are, when you step out that door for the last time, give them a one finger salute and say "******** YOU ALL". That's what I'm planning to do when I do finally move out. But please Doomie, don't turn down that road... you're not a failure, you're a succeeder in other things. Look at the larger picture.
They (your parents) seem to only care when you get money.... so every time you mention money or that... they're going to be nice to you all of a sudden. Money-suckers. It would be best not to talk to them when you get certian things. Look at your current position, and look at where you want to be.
I hope I managed to do some good with what I wrote.... but if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, someone to rant about. You know who your friends are, they will support you as much as they can.
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