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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 1:51 pm
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 5:39 pm
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 9:14 pm
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 11:37 pm
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 12:52 am
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Ugh, damnit. When I finally thoguht I could stop bitching about my family for two moments, my dad goes and wrecks the entire bond we've worked for 5 months trying to rebuild.
How? By not having his priorities straight. That, and AGAIN showing me that he isn't really supportive of me, and just faking it so I don't b***h at him.
Yesterday after my job test-day was my appointment to go meet with my endocrinologist in Montreal. The one who FINALLY accepted to see me, from the Head and Hands clinic.
Well, come 6 o'clock, I'm on the doorstep ready to leave. No sound, silence in the house, though I can hear him talking in his office. I run up the stairs and go ask him what the heck he's waiting for,that I have a train to catch in less than 30 minutes... and he's all : "What for?" "Jesus, MY APPOINTMENT!" "What appointment? "THE ONE ON THE CALENDAR HAT YOU KEEP BEING AN a** ABOUT."
Ugh, I don't really even want to type out how bad downhill that went. Either way, I bitched at him while he was talking with Microsoft Tech Support, which is his reason not to drive me btw... they're open 24/7, but that doesn't matter, I'm not as important as his comp.
So, I stomp out and call family friends. Everyone's busy. FINE. I call a taxi. This is important enough to call a taxi. Well, at that point I forgot I live in the middle of nowhere; the taxi took FORTY FIVE MINUTES to get to me, so there I am, standing like a picket fence out on the front lawn in the rain... When it gets here I hop on, and I tell the guy to floor it. I paid him extra to do so, and I even had to ask him if I could use his cellphone, because mom used mine again and now it was dead. ARGH. I called the clinic, told them I'd be late. They say half an hour late is fine, shouldn't be a problem.
... Half an hour? Try an entire hour past the time where the doctor usually leaves. I got to the train station alll rushy-like after the taxi driver ran 4 red lights, zigzag'd through traffic and nearly ran over someone, and the station guard just waves at me and tells me to relax, that the next train isn't before another FORTY MINUTES. AUGH. Whatever happened to rush hour trains coming and going every half hour? It's freaking 7pm, how can trains to the biggest city in Quebec be more than half an hour in between?!
It's okay. I sit down. I rocked myself back and forth on one of the benches. I was ready to blow a nerve right about then. I popped two dollars to get a soda so I could calm down. I called the clinic again, said the train schedule made it I'l be there later.
Well, the blasted thing finally gets here, 40min later. I grab my stuff, my ticket, and run out of the door and get on. Did more of that rocking back and forth on my seat when I was onboard, I felt like smacking something with my umbrella... REALLY hard.
If my dad would of given me a ride, I'd be in Montreal by 7pm. Now it was 8pm and the train hadn't even left the station yet, and I get there by 8:35. I run off the train after mustering up whatever I had left of spanish vocabulary to ask some lady what time it was, and thenstomp up the stairs and, god... I hadn't done this in over 6 years.
Back in highschool, my last classes of the day were at, like.... the top floor of the school, and I had TEN MINUTES to go down 6 floors of stairs to the busses before they left, or else I had to WALK home, which was a 4 hour trip.
So yeah... that came in handy for once. The people on the escalators were watching me run down the stairs like "Jesus, someone's in a rush." ~ "Teens these days...". No matter. Hit up the subway station, I overpaid my ticket and didn't wait for change. I got down right as it arrives, hop on. Banged my head on the pole in the middle a few times, people wondered why.
5 stations later I run out grabbing a subway->bus transfer asking the ticket booth guy where to find the Sherbrook/Wilson intersection, and he pointed me to the busses.
Mind you, I don't live in Montreal anymore, and the time I did, I barely knew the roads. So I run out, hop on the bus before it leaves, and then stand up in the middle of the corridor while veryone's watching the rushed kid redo her ponytail. All the way I was crouching down so I could see through the driver's window, even though it was, like, nearly pitch black outside. 8:50. Someone pointed out my stop after asking me what I'm looking for, saying we JUST PASSED IT. I don't think I've ever rang the damn bus bell cord so many times in a 5 second span in, like, ever.
The driver wasn't stopping either; I hit the last step of the middle door (the door opens automatically when you do) and I jumped out of the moving bus and ran the 4 blocks back to where I needed to go.
I got lucky. VERY lucky. The doctor was on the phone with the receptionist when I got there and thank god the guy noticed me running up to the door, or else I'd have missed my appointment by barely a few seconds.
I got there at 9:04pm.
We talked, he opened a folder for me, and he gave me the papers to go to the nearest CLSC to take blood tests when I can. Hopefully I can do that this weekend.. but yeah. My next appointment is going to be 3 weeks/1 month later after taking the blood tests.
Goddamnit. I want to punch my dad so bad for this. He KNOWS how important this is for me, but he keeps being an a*****e about it and doesn't bother with me. No, noooo. The fact this issue nearl brought me to the verge of suicide doesn't matter. Not at ********, he didn't even congratulate me on getting a job, and he's been pushing me and being an a** about that ever since I moved back with them. GRAH.
I hate him. I really do. God ******** b*****d. It just cost me 40$ worth of taxi fares to get somewhere that would have costed him 5$ worth of gas, and I even did offer to pay him for it.
And the worst of it, is I'm pretty sure he's going to do this to me all over again when the next appointment rolls by. Ugh. ><
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 1:56 am
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 6:02 am
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 8:18 am
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Manda_Tifa Manda_Tifa Question for a more experienced Gaian? I keep getting these PMs from these people...I assume they're mules. They have stupid names like "asdf2edkdfoa", all they say is "hello" or "hi". I suspect that it's the same person, but I can't tell cause they keep changing the name. The avatars look like crap, they're just wearing the generic n00b gear that you get when you first sign up. I feel like I'm being spammed, and it's pissing me off, but I don't know that reporting it is doing any good since it's a different name/user every time.... Thoughts? So it's become a daily thing now, and it's really pissing me off. I don't wanna turn my PMs to Friends Only, cause I don't wanna flood my Friends List with EverysinglepersonIdecidetocommissiononGaia......*grumble*
Its your only choice. That, or ask them to join FA and Note you, or email you.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:45 am
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Well, for once, my supervisor proved useful.
We were talking about college earlier today, and I told him what I was planning to do. As some of you may already know, I'm planning on getting a Bachelors in English with a Minor in Art during my time in hell...er...I mean the Air Force. Afterwards, I plan on going to the Art Institute of Shaumburg in Illinois for a degree in Game Art and Design. He told me about another school, Ringling College in Florida. They offer the same course as the Art Institute, but it's a touch more expensive...approximately $4,000 more. Cool thing, though, my Montgomery GI Bill will cover most of either school. I'll still have to get a loan, but it won't be as bad.
Now, I know this is 5 years out, but still...I'm in a little turmoil about which one to choose XD
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 9:59 am
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 2:47 am
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 2:49 am
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Gah, this month is like PMS on steroids. Up, down, up, down, up, down.
@_@;
Whoop whoop, nothing like relationship issues right before bloodtests. Imma be listening to Summersong on repeat all day now...
Ramblin', where to begin I taste the summer on your peppery skin Been saved, the warmer the waves I felt a slip into a watery grave
My girl, linen and curls Lips parting like a flag all unfurled She's grand, the bend of her hand Digging deep into the sweep of the sand
Summer arrives ~ with a length of lights Summer ~ it blows away And quietly gets swallowed by a wave It gets swallowed by a wave
Waylay ~ the din of the day Boats bobbing in the blue of the bay In deep, far beneath, all the dead sailors Slowly slipping to sleep
My girl, linen and curls Lips parting like a flag all unfurled She's grand, the bend of her hand Digging deep into the sweep of the sand
Summer arrives ~ with a length of lights Summer ~ it blows away And quietly gets swallowed by a wave It gets swallowed by a wave, It gets swallowed by a wave, It gets swallowed by a wave...
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 4:49 am
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 8:14 am
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 8:33 am
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FogSage Manda_Tifa Manda_Tifa Question for a more experienced Gaian? I keep getting these PMs from these people...I assume they're mules. They have stupid names like "asdf2edkdfoa", all they say is "hello" or "hi". I suspect that it's the same person, but I can't tell cause they keep changing the name. The avatars look like crap, they're just wearing the generic n00b gear that you get when you first sign up. I feel like I'm being spammed, and it's pissing me off, but I don't know that reporting it is doing any good since it's a different name/user every time.... Thoughts? So it's become a daily thing now, and it's really pissing me off. I don't wanna turn my PMs to Friends Only, cause I don't wanna flood my Friends List with EverysinglepersonIdecidetocommissiononGaia......*grumble* Its your only choice. That, or ask them to join FA and Note you, or email you. Except I don't think they're real people. And since I've complained, I've been getting more. I signed on and there were THREE of them today!!! scream
I guess I have no choice.
Okay, guys, as of today I'm making my PMs accept from Friends Only. So if you wanna get ahold of me, now would be a good time to add me to your Friends List.... sweatdrop
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