What the shit, y'all? What the shit.

The gist of it: Bus driver helps two elderly passengers across the street. Bus driver pushes them out of the way of an on-coming pickup truck. Bus driver sustains multiple serious injuries. Bus driver receives ticket for jaywalking. Other helpful passenger recieves ticket for jaywalking. Little old ladies may also receive ticket for jaywalking.

*folds arms, gives Colorado a Look over her glasses*

On a sword.

Hey, if any of you are on Depo or something similar, don't ever miss your appointment. I was about a month late this time due to scheduling mishaps/forgetting to reschedule on time. They make you take a pregnancy test** (because all women are stupid, lying sluts who can't be trusted to actually not be pregnant when they say they're not, or something), but they didn't give me any advance warning. So, I did not have to pee in the slightest. The nurse actually had to go get me some water. And, I don't know if it's just the recent lack of sleep or what, but it was really stressing me out (as in, I almost started crying a couple of times).

So yeah. Not improving my opinion of the medical profession any. (For the record, I have mad respect for nurses, but not very much for doctors. Doctors are bastards.)

*stalks off to drink coffee and hopefully get lunch soon*

**Yeah, first of all? Depo takes a while to leave your system, so I would be unlikely to be pregnant. Second of all, I'm a virgin. Seriously guys, no babies. Ever.

So, does anyone actually have non-shitty parents and/or a non-shitty significant other? I mean, I have one awesome parent and one usually pretty good parent. (And no S.O., obvs.) But lately everyone around me's parents are being shitty/especially shitty (depending on the baseline shittiness of the particular parents), and so are their boy/girl/whateverfriends. Someone restore my faith in humanity please. D:

In other news, does anyone else get annoyed when you're chatting with someone and all you get is a series of links to things? Like, little to no conversation, just "hey, look at this!" every five seconds. Might just be me, I dunno.


In other, more pleasant news, I wore a skirt today! :3 Perhaps I shall take a pic, 'cuz it's a pretty skirt.

EDIT: Also, I really wish people would stop interrupting 'Stina (or anyone, really, but it's happening to her a lot recently) when she's trying to talk to them. It pisses me off, and I'm not the one trying to talk here! Basic conversational courtesies, get you some. >:|

Ugh. Thank you Dante and English class, for reminding me (as if I needed it) why I'm not a Christian. >:| Also, Girl in Class, maybe you should not call the teacher a prostitute.

Yeah. This is gonna be fun.

Goddamn. Yes, it's a season. Who the hell writes these? >:|

So, I've poked myspace a couple of times to see if it sucks less than I thought. You know, just in case.

Uh, no. It doesn't. It's still terrible.

People with auto-starting playlists need to be fish-slapped. That is all.

I think I actually threw up in my mouth a little for real.

Hey internets? Can we stop picking on furries now? They're really not doing anything to you, y'know. Yeah, there are some vocal crazies, but there's vocal crazies for everything. I really don't get it. Picking on people just because you "don't get it" or whatever is, well... argh. Just argh. */inarticulate grumblings*

Not directed at anyone/thing in particular, it's just something I've been pondering, and then it came up recently, so... yeah.

Christina just had to use her pepper spray.

( Cut to spare you all )

D: There was fruit in my grilled cheese sandwich. Why was there fruit in my grilled cheese sandwich? D:

RAAWRGDSFLDSAFASLMsa;ldaSMFDLASFMLAGRRRHWERHWRGS?!!!!!

(No, I'm not Bale!Batman, just annoyed)

I know I just posted like an hour ago, but I have more rambly thoughts. Sorry. :P

Dear Douchemobile,

You've been making me feel really uncomfortable lately. You're just... I don't know. You don't treat me very well. You've been kind of condescending to me, which I don't like. You... act like you're in a position where you care (to some extent, at least) about my feelings, but you've demonstrated pretty clearly that you don't. And I can say that, because when I've asked you to not to do something, or tried to explain my view on something to you, I just get brushed off like my opinion doesn't count for anything. And uh, I don't even need to explain why I don't like that, do I? I feel kind of... taken advantage of, I think, in certain respects. And I'm not exactly hurt, at this point, just because I have no reason to believe you could have done better, you know? It's just kind of disappointing, I guess. Not that it really matters that much at this point, right? :\

Frustrated and frankly, sick of this nonsense,

Sparky

"You're wet."
"Yes, it's raining."

Lol, Montevallo. Rain and tornadoes on the first day of classes. Classy. Also, lol Creepy James again.



Also, I think I need an umb-er-ella, ella, ella, ella.

On an unrelated note (to anything, really), it's really hard for me to take you seriously if you don't capitalize, punctuate, or even attempt to use correct spelling and grammar. I can live with the no caps thing if you punctuate correctly, but a combo? Nope. Not reading, not taking you seriously.

I mean, really now.

It's almost always really loud in the house during the day, and it drives me crazy. Basically, once my grandfather gets home from work, I have to hide in the back of the house until the grandparents go to bed. It drives me crazy, probably even more so because I have good hearing.

Also, the bitch is finally getting a hearing test. Gee, she's only been hard of hearing for, what, ten years. Not like that doesn't affect her, and everyone around her or anything. Nope.

And my vine hatchling is refusing to mature. And I almost got a paper egg yesterday.


....Seriously guys, stop shouting. Turn the tv down. You're gonna give me a headache... again. I'm gonna go in the back as soon as I hit "post."

On another note, I really like having journals on different sites. It lets me rant about stuff I couldn't here. It's nice. (Oh, and is anyone on insanejournal?)

Hey, guess what? No.

( My grandmother's a total cunt )

Uh, the tl;dr version: my grandmother continues to be an utter bitch, and now it's affecting the animals.

Ugh, can the Olympics be over now?

So, like I was talking about earlier, here are the rants from my queer_rage post.

( Here they are. Of particular interest, I think, is the third one. Certainly most recent. :\ )

And then, here's my good friend Charity(diana_lucifera)'s response to rant number three:
( IAWTC )

So, there you are.

Actually, upon further thought, I am still pissed. That was Not Okay. But I'm mostly extremely disappointed.

Eww, I threw up this morning.

EDIT: Eww, I threw up more. D: I think I need a little food and a lot more sleep.

Well, I don't know what the hell happened today, but it wasn't a good one. Oh well.

And man, I didn't realize how much I enjoyed talking to someone until I didn't get to today. (Lawl, guess who I'm talking about. XD)

What's wrong with me lately? Jeez. (Not related to the previous thought.)

...Okay, no more emo posts, like, ever. Argh. Sorry guys.

Goddammit, I hate crying.

Bleh. Just... bleh.

First of all, one of the horses ran over my mother today. Mom's fine, but still. It's a damn good thing I don't know where we keep the guns, that's all I can say.

Then I got to yell at Emily today. I don't feel bad about doing so and she completely deserved it, but the fact that I had to kind of sucks.

Then there's the part where we had to put down one of the cats... um, a week ago.

Then there's the part where I'm getting my wisdom teeth out on Tuesday.

Then there's the part where nobody answers or returns my calls lately. And the part where I'm being ignored online currently. (I see you guys and I'm not invisible to you. Hellooooooo?)

And then there's that thing where The Man doesn't want anyone to have birth control.

Also, my back hurts, I'm tired, and idk what's going on. (vague phrase is vague. stfu, idc)

I need a hug or something. D: