Spam

Ugh I hate spam... I'd prefer that nasty shit in the container over stupid spam mail...

A couple years back I was trying to watch an anime. I found a website with plenty of videos of the series, and went to click on it. It said "you must be a user to access these videos." below that there was a link that said "Sign up free!" I clicked it, and rather than just checking the URL bar, I went straight to entering my information. Congradulations self! You were scammed! By the end of the registration, it said "Thank you for joining Adult whatever! Please check your inbox for a varification e-mail!"

I FREAKED. I was like "Oh my god...what if my parents see? What if they think I watch porn? What if--" everything was "what if this, what if that" and a lotta panicking. Mind you, I was like 13 and thought this was one of the most terrible things ever, so rather than just calming read through the e-mail to see if there was an action I could take to unsubscribe, etc. I just deleted it and hoped for the best. Now I gets tons of random sex-related e-mails:

"Penis enlargement!" "Are you single and lonely?" "Hot babes in your area!" "Buy Viagra now!"

...My reaction to this is simply SPAM. SPAM. SPAM. SPAM. But today I got one in my inbox, and my best friend and I were joking around about it, and I just found my idea funny enough to share. In my [anime] mind, I imagined these spam e-mails like door to door salesman. And this comic was formed:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuWlbu-5xqY

I'm proud of what came of it X3 I find it funny even if you don't. And please excuse all of my crazy sound effects. I had fun with them...being a sound tech away from my sound board and all.

Now here's my question to you: What's your least favorite type of spam? Mine is somewhere between viargra selling spam messages and those messages where people claim they're in financial trouble, and send fake e-mails to try and scam you out of your money if you fall for it.

RE: Random Musings

This is a response to a friend's blog post that originally didn't make sense, so don't expect mine to at all either. Here's the link to the original. By the way... I have a feeling responding to my friend's blog posts is going to quickly become a regular thing XD

Please don't judge me >.< I'm crazy as it is, and replying to my friend's blog post in the form of her original post...yes. That'll make me seem just as scatterbrained as her haha Aside from that, I too have been thinking a lot about my life. With Rue [just the nickname for my boyfriend for anyone on the outside] is going to be leaving for Utah, it's been sticking to me. Anyone who doesn't know, Rue will be leaving for Utah because he got accepted into the advanced automicanic training in Job Corps. He'll be gone for two years starting this upcoming September or August, though he has no specific dates as of yet. Damn. When he comes back I'll be 19... I hope time goes by really fast... I'll be focusing on my studies while he's gone because first off I need something to do when I'm not talking to him, and secondly it's important. I do need to get my act together and actually work on my schooling, not just pretend I am. It's getting to a point where my goal is merely to not fail, and my excuse is to not set high expectations for myself. That's so stupid of me to think. Cuz how can I move in with you [refering to the one who wrote the original blog post X3] if I don't have the money to pay my half of the rent cuz I don't have a job cuz nobody will hire me cuz I failed at school XD
Complete change of subject:
God I hate not sleeping too. It's weird for me though cuz I have phases where I aboslutely hate sleep and go crazy cuz I'm just never sleeping, then I have other phases where I love it a little too much and it makes me sleep around 15 hours a day. And the hermit thing? I seriously considered it once. But I guess it made sense at the time cuz I had no friends, and the people I called friends either hated me or I honestly thought were better off without me [referencing the one friend I had at the time -_-;]. Now I think like you do: Who am I kidding? I'd never go through with it! But sometimes it sounds nice. So now my goal is to just be hermits with you and Rue and keep as little contact as possible with the rest of the world XD

I once figured I'd give vlogging a shot too... I didn't have the slightest clue what to say. It's funny. My mind could be completely blank and as soon as I come to the computer or grab a notebook, words will spill out all over the place and I'll know exactly what I'm doing and what I want to say, regardless of if it's stupid or not, but when actually talking I tend to sit there awkwardly and go "Question mark?" laugh at myself because I don't know what else to do, then click end and delete the video. Ha, efforts in just as much vain as yours.
School. Wootles? I go back in about a month too. Random sideline person: You go to the same school. No duh you both go back in a month. Back to me: ........skip to 1:19 in this video and you'll know EXACTLY what I have to say to that -_-;
Yeah, I so can't wait 'til we move in together either! It'll be great. Finally I'll be able to live in a decent living space for the things I need. My room literally is my apartment at this point. Put a bathroom and a mini-fridge in and I could live here...that's kinda sad actually X3
Love. I'm very happy with Rue, actually. I'm very proud of him for getting into Job Corps and I'm even happier that I can now say I don't love Raa anymore without feeling that weird feeling I get in my stomach when I lie to someone important to me. Now that I can think clearly about it, I realize that it was a stupid crush taken to the next level, that he hurt me and all I did was go back for more, that he's immature and self-centered, and that our entire relationship dumbed down was that he wanted to have sex with me and when I said no, he went to Kaiine. Now he's trying to get in her pants, and frankly I'm gonna let it be. Rue said it best when he told me to "leave it in the hands of fate." If Karma hits her, he does her, then leaves like he did me, then sure I'll be there for her but not until she too matures and appologizes for stabbing me in the back more than once.
I have some really great friends myself. I hate it when people flip that saying around and think quantity over quality is the best way to go. I don't understand that logic. I'd rather have only 1 friend who is actually there for me, cares about me, enjoys my company, etc. than have 100 "friends" I hardly talk to or know simply for the hell of saying "I have 100 friends!" It seems almost lonely to do that to myself... cuz then when I need the help, I may know a lot of people but in the end I don't know where to turn cuz none of them truly and honestly care about me. It's why I can't do the whole popular girl thing. Been there, done that...figured that I'd rather go back to being me over a Barbie who's only there for entertainment value. If there's anything I learned from the fucked up Raa-Kaiine situation, it's that if I can't learn to love myself or at least accept me for who I am, I can't expect anyone else too. Now that I'm accepting myself, however, Rue and my relationship has gotten much better than it was 2 years ago...and I'm glad about that. I wouldn't change it for the world. I like where I'm at with him, and if anything changes I want it to be nothing more than us getting even better.
I need to learn how to make sushi.
Seriously I do.
That way I can make them for my school lunches when that time rolls around again.
o.o
I keep veering back to the subject of Rue and I...whoops? Meh, he's always on my mind anyway so why not share? haha
I decided writing was my life in the second grade, and it's only progressed from there :3
Animals are harder to draw for me.
I need new jeans too...black jeans...black, boot cut jeans...
Hey, that's Sheoiga's favorite color :D Purple's pretty hehe
My song of the day keeps changing o.o [each word is a new song lolz]
Thank's for the news flash Cathrine Obvious XD Haha I have wanted to say that since I saw that episode of Victorious! ...yeah I know, I'm a dork...
If you ever need a good author to read the work of, read Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. She wrote about vampires before Stephanie even made Twatlight and she actually does a damn good job of it too. Plus the Hawksong series was damn good as well. My favorite writer EVAR.
Now I'm going to stop writing because I can't seem to stop thinking about Rue and I think if I keep writing it'll be all about him, everyone will comment with something like "you lovesick hinderence to humanity! How dareth you inhabit the planet!" ........ok yeah, I need sleep if I think people still talk like that XD BAI!

Family Rant >.>

When I was younger, I blamed my parents for a lot of my problems. I actually hated them with a passion. I told them nothing because I felt they would never understand or be able to help. With a few of my problems, yes, this was the case and I just have to walk my own path there. With the majority of the rest, however, they could have probably given me some fairly helpful advice. I've learned over my few years here that they do have more experience than I do and that they can tell me certain important things that I just have to listen to and do, or learn the hard way. I can't say I love my parents in the same or a similar way as they love me, but I can say that I've grown to respect them to a certain extent and that I no longer would use a word so strong as "hate" for my feelings toward them either.

I still blame my mom for a certain thing that I won't reveal on the internet, but I do respect her knowledge, her kind heart, and how she usually means well. I can't fully respect my dad for a certain thing he's done that I won't reveal on the internet, but I do feel like I'm closer to him than my mom because him and I share similar interests and he seems to get better than my mom what it means to grow up and let go. I appriciate that my mom is just being caring, but I do feel that my dad has this "she's growing up" thing more under control than she does.

Still, in many ways my parents have a tendancy to get on my nerves. I really, really just wanna move out of here.

It's things like today's events that make me feel more and more like just packing up and leaving without more than a goodbye note explaining why...

Today I woke up around 1 in the afternoon. Even though I'd slept in that long, I didn't sleep well. I'd gone to sleep paranoid [for some reason I just couldn't shake the feeling for the life of me], I'd gone to sleep at either 4 or 5 a.m., and I'd been trying to sleep through a loud sister and a working dad in between. Even though I'd gone through many phases of wake up then back to bed throughout the time I slept, I decided to officially wake up after a phone call from my boyfriend, giving me dates about when he and I could go to the Renassiance Festival together. This was supposed to be good news, but the weird way he acted when he talked to me kinda dimmed that, and rather than be happy to hear this I was more concerned. Waking up from a not-so-sound slumber only to be worried to death [Yes, I always worry more than I really should] isn't the ideal way to start you day...or at least, I don't think it is.

Anyway, moving along in my day [the only thing I could do], my plan was to ask my dad where the rocks, net, etc. were that he told me he'd gotten yesterday so that I could finally clean my 26 gallon fish tank. That's all that I figured I'd be doing all day, that and maybe a few simple things on the computer like check my e-mail. I go to ask my dad where that stuff is and he says "I'll get it for you tomorrow." In other words, he told me that he'd get it yesterday and then just plain didn't.

I don't tell him this, but in my mind I'm saying, "...uh... I needed to clean the tank YESTERDAY. I set it back by a day because I got home at 9 and was too tired to clean the bathroom and the tank. 3 of my fish died, and if it wasn't them killing each other, it was the state of the tank that got them sick 'til they died. I NEED TO CLEAN IT NOW." I couldn't complain of this because my dad would say something like "I need to work," or "I said we'd go tomorrow," and I didn't wanna start something big over something that wouldn't have mattered to him anyway.

That pretty much cleared my whole day. I had no clue what to do. So I just kinda did nothing important. I replied to the forums on FurNation, got some more eggs on Dragon Cave, and talked to a friend on the phone. My dad gave me some sushi and I ate it all, then did nothing important for a few more hours. I was gonna draw, but quickly lost interest and played some AudioSurf instead. Then I was gonna read but figured I should leave something new for me to do later. So I just talked to my friend some more and then was like "ugh...I'm hungry." and went to go get something to eat. I take a look in the fridge, in the freezer, then in a few cabnets, a snack drawer [near empty by now], and then the counter tops. On the counter there's a ton of snacks but I want a meal. I've eaten nothing but that sushi since sometime around 3 or 4 the day before and I'm starving. I look in the fridge again and there's a bunch of too-old-to-eat leftovers, some more snacks that really only my sister likes, and a crap load of cheese. I'm like "ugh, no real food?" and so I look in the freezer again and all I see is a bunch of food I do not know how to cook. I overlook all of it and go back to the cabnet and I'm faced with even more snacks. All I can say is "food?" and I think of the King Soopers within 15 minutes of walking distance and take a look outside. It's raining. Hard. Now for my next move: I walk upstairs and before I can say a word, my mom who is knitting asks me "Can you keep washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen until it's all done please?" Like no joke, that's exactly what she asked. I'm a little baffled cuz my chores in the kitchen involve nothing more than cleaning my messes, clearing my plate, and doing the dishes when it's my turn. All that other crap is whatever my sister and her little friend did during their last sleepover, and I'm not about to clean all that up when I was under the impression that it was my sister's job. I'll tackle half of the mountain of dishes and do the rest when I go back down to unload the dish washer again, and that's it, thank you.

It's not a huge deal or anything that she wants some of the mess clean [frankly I do too] so I just say "sure" but only plan on cleaning some dishes and hoping she doesn't tell me to clean up my sister's messes later.

She nods and then looks up at me and says, "And when you do the dishes, you can put more than 10 dishes in at a time."

I'm almost offended by the remark. I'm thinking, "You don't even DO the dishes anymore. We used to take turns but it's only been me for the past month. Don't tell me I'm not doing them right, especially after I had to re-load the dishwasher with the same dishes again twice when SOMEONE made it too full and nothing got washed." Again, I don't want a large confrontation so I simply tell her "I don't." Before I can say anything along the lines of "I wash as many dishes as I can," she simply says "ok" and gets back to her knitting.

I shake it off, then I tell her, "My reason for coming up here, though, was cuz I was wondering if one of you could drive me to King Soopers so I can get something to eat." My mom can hardly hear me over my dad's video so I repeat myself and she only focuses on her knitting. I ask again in about a minute, figuring she's just finishing a stitch then she'll answer.

Finally a reply. She says "I don't know," and doesn't even look up to say it, so rather than battle her for an answer I turn to my dad.

"Hey dad, can you drive me to King Soopers so I can get something to eat?" I'm not asking much. The drive takes around 3 or 4 minutes, then about 5 or 10 minutes for me to grab a microwave meal and a drink, then check out and come back outside. The whole trip would take no more than 20 minutes and that's assuming we take our sweet time. If not, he could always just drive me to the next door subway or something. All I needed was a ride since it was raining and a few bucks.

Still, my dad says no and starts going on this rant to me about how he's driven everywhere today: "I've been driving so much today. I've gone to McDonald's for your sister, earlier I went to King Soopers for you..." We both knew he had more in mind, but he cuts himself short, "...why don't you just eat the rest of that sushi anyway?"

"I ate it already, dad. I threw away the container a couple hours ago."

"Well I can't be driving you guys to all these places all the time. I just--"

I interrupt him before this becomes more than it needs to be. "Ok, fine, I just wanted something to eat but whatever." And I walk downstairs.

"No, honey I'm not mad at you..." I just keep walking cuz I don't wanna hear his half-assed apology. He doesn't need to apologize. I just think it's stupid that he can't simply get up and bring me to a place not even that far away so I can go in and get food. He doesn't even have to leave the car if he doesn't want to.

Rather than get right to doing the dishes, I pop in Oblivion, move the couch forward so I can actually see, and starting playing with my new Dark Elf character. I've barely started the game again, so nothing interesting happens. All I do is go through a bunch of character-developing things, get tons of items, and gain the Amulet of Kings after the Emperor dies. Nothing new. Nothing to really think about. So I think about my dad and things like it. My mental mini-rant was something like this:

"All I asked for was something to eat. I looked downstairs for food and there's nothing but snacks and meals I don't know how to cook. He knows damn good and well that I can't cook. That's why he got me sushi earlier, which I never asked him to do and I'm glad he did but really... it's been at the very least 2 hours since I got rid of the container... that's around 3 hours at least since I last ate the only thing I've eaten today at all, and I didn't even eat that much. Spicy tuna is gross, and that package was half-spicy, so I ate a good fourth of the package before the dogs ate the rest. I guess he doesn't know that so maybe I shouldn't complain...but still, it's not like he's even working. He's just watching a video on that Anthony vs. Florida case or whatever. And my mom didn't even hear me! She was too busy knitting to do a damn thing! Well, besides tell me to clean the kitchen but psh that's not fully my job. I'll do my part but she can do the rest. It's not my mess, and until I move out with my boyfriend I refuse to clean up anyone else's messes... especially my sister's. She is a pig, and she'll never learn how to clean if it's always done for her. Ugh, and my parents are just being flat out lazy lately... my mom needs to take me to the eye doctor. I swear, my eyesight's getting worse. I need glasses. I guess I'll just leave the couch forward everytime I play on the Xbox and eventually they'll ask. If that doesn't give them the hint then hopefully I don't go blind before my 18th birthday and I'll just get my own glasses. I'll get my own everything, cuz they don't know how to anymore. They're really slacking lately. This is stupid, but whatever. I won't complain. I guess I just won't eat today."

So for hours I didn't. I just played Oblivion 'til it got boring and too loud [cuz of my sister and her friend] to play anyway, then went and did some of the dishes. That was nothing but a frustration since for some reason my parents think that if you put the silverware that doesn't fit in the small basket on the top rack that everything gets clean. Actually no...it wastes space in the dishwasher, and almost none of the silverware gets clean and it all needs to be washed again. So I have to pick and choose which dishes are dirty, which are clean, and I need to re-organize half the shit in it to make sure things gets clean. Once I get as many dishes PROPERLY in the dishwasher, I walk back upstairs and plan on nothing more than going up to my room, doing something random on the computer [eh, blogging?] and then reading and going to bed late as usual. I'm in a bad mood, but most of why I'm in a bad mood is my worry for my boyfriend making every little thing seem like a bigger deal than it is. Because of this, all I want is to walk by my parents and lock myself up in my room for the night. Still, my dad sees me and is compelled to say, "Hi sweetie." of which I again cannot complain about. It's nothing more than my dad being nice.

"Yeah hi." I reply monotonously and try to get past my mom, sprawled out on the floor still knitting, so I can go to my room.

"What's wrong?" He stops me.

I can't just start ranting about how today went by in a way that just perfectly aligned to give me such a rotten mood so I just sigh and say, "I'm just hungry is all. I haven't eaten much all day."

Suddenly it's I'll-get-you-whatever day. "Well ok, let's go. Want subway?"

If I wasn't in such a shitty mood, I'd have facepalmed. "They aren't open anymore."

"Oh...well, uh, what did you want at King Soopers?"

"I don't know, I just wanted something to eat. Anything, just a real meal." I'm about to walk to my room when he stops me again.

"Well then do you want me to make you a steak?" I can't say no to that.

"Sure." I say and then finally walk to my room.

In my room, I think about how angry I was earlier and how nice of a gesture my dad made when I was in a bad mood. He brings me the steak and when I ate it, it was really good. What he brought me was the equivilent of a meal we'd have if we all sat down for a nice dinner together. I can't complain about it because it's nice. I tell him goodnight on his way out and figure the next time I leave my room will be when I go to do the dishes again then I'll just read The Legend of Drizzt some more and head to bed. But I decided to make this blog post instead.

At first I felt I needed to rant, but once I got to eating my meal my mood settled a bit. I mean, I texted my boyfriend again and I'm still very worried about him, but that's it's own deal. I'm done letting it just effect my mentality and making me such a downer.

So to reflect on everything, yeah. My parents get on my nerves - I said that in the beginning - and I still really, really wanna get out of this house and into my own with people I want to spend the rest of my life "dealing" with :P But that doesn't mean that my parents were being bad people or anything. My mom just wanted the house clean, and hell I had time to spare. Why not clean a little bit? My dad needed a break from work and driving and I can respect that. Sometimes I need a break from what seems like simple tasks myself. I'm glad I didn't complain to them or nag them about it all.

It just overall comes down to I'm growing up, I want my own place and to not worry about anyone's needs but my own. I keep thinking about how much better it'll be to move in with my boyfriend, but eh it'll be the same deal only I'm not pulling his weight. I'll help him learn organization, but he's ultimately gonna be responsible for his half of it all. It'll be nice to move out, but it'll provide it's own stresses. I guess I just gotta learn how to deal with that. *shrugs* Yay for growing up?

Ha I dunno. Really I did just need to rant. Bleh XP