I'm all alone again.
--Cassandar
2 months ago
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Meh
It really sucks to find out you really don't have any talent
whatsoever. And it really sucks to feel like everyone around you lies
to make you feel better.
whatsoever. And it really sucks to feel like everyone around you lies
to make you feel better.
I have to let go and give up.
--Cassandar
Monday, November 17, 2008
This is how awesome my life is
I have to write my paper tonight on my phone, that has no screen light,
because my computer screen isn't working. It's been over two days since
I've had a screen. I have a headache that won't go away. I'm on the
verge of tears. I can't do this anymore. I can't take my computer to
the stupid computer people here because they just treat you like crap
and tell you you're dumb. Plus, I can't afford the $200 rental because
I have 78 cents in my checking account, my dad won't give me money
because his "wife" hasn't worked in four months which is my fault, and
my mom has managed to save up $140 in 3 months.
because my computer screen isn't working. It's been over two days since
I've had a screen. I have a headache that won't go away. I'm on the
verge of tears. I can't do this anymore. I can't take my computer to
the stupid computer people here because they just treat you like crap
and tell you you're dumb. Plus, I can't afford the $200 rental because
I have 78 cents in my checking account, my dad won't give me money
because his "wife" hasn't worked in four months which is my fault, and
my mom has managed to save up $140 in 3 months.
Life is wonderful.
--Cassandar
Conversation with Uhlee
Me: I hate my face and my butt.
Uhlee: thats weird, because i love your face and your butt
Uhlee: lol
Me: Hahahahaha
Uhlee: thats weird, because i love your face and your butt
Uhlee: lol
Me: Hahahahaha
--Cassandar
Friday, November 14, 2008
Everything is about sex!
"There's a much better one that is inappropiate for me to show in class.
It's uh, the same concept of B movies and over dubbing... in a soft
japanese porn..."
-teacher.
--Cassandar
It's uh, the same concept of B movies and over dubbing... in a soft
japanese porn..."
-teacher.
--Cassandar
Thursday, November 13, 2008
One of the many reasons I HATE Information Concepts:
"As always, your logs should be approximately 400 - 500 words in length and your writing should be clear, well-composed, and free of spelling and grammar mistakes. Use supporting research and/or examples from your own personal experience to reinforce your argument or thesis." - Teacher
"I get asked what I think about sampling a lot, and I've always wanted to have a short term to describe the process. Stuff like "collective ownership", "systems of memory", and "database logics" never really seem to cut it on the lecture circuit, so I guess you can think of this essay as a soundbite for the sonically-perplexed. This is an essay about memory as a vast playhouse where any sound can be you. Press "play" and this essay says "here goes":" - First paragraph of the reading assignment from Teacher. (I know my quotes are done incorrectly.)
"I get asked what I think about sampling a lot, and I've always wanted to have a short term to describe the process. Stuff like "collective ownership", "systems of memory", and "database logics" never really seem to cut it on the lecture circuit, so I guess you can think of this essay as a soundbite for the sonically-perplexed. This is an essay about memory as a vast playhouse where any sound can be you. Press "play" and this essay says "here goes":" - First paragraph of the reading assignment from Teacher. (I know my quotes are done incorrectly.)
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I am extremely unhappy and angry.
Right now everything is just irritating to me. The fact that I am still breathing makes me want to destroy the world.
I am lucky enough to have a dishwasher in my apartment, but now it is broken. Apparently, my roommates are so spoiled, they don't know how to live without a dishwasher. It's been broken for about a week now and the dishes have piled up. I go to school four days a week and work two jobs - they just go to school. How is it that I have found time to wash all of my dishes and they haven't? When Kirsten was here last week, she even washed dishes - SHE EVEN WASHED ONE OF HARMONY'S BECAUSE SHE NEEDED IT TO MAKE LASAGNA AND HARMONY DIDN'T WASH IT FROM HER ASPARAGUS! Yesterday, I couldn't/wouldn't cook on the stove. None of the pots were clean and there was a pan full of peppers. So I had to go use the last of my money to buy something to cook in the microwave. And get this, when I finished, I WASHED my dishes, and then PUT THEM AWAY - amazing, I know. Tonight on my 15 minute break I came up to find five glasses and mug washed. I was pissed and hungry (at this point, I had only eaten fruit loops at 11.30 this morning and it was now 7.15) so I just threw all of the stuff stove in the sink so I could make a grilled cheese. Then, I took my pan and plate and set them on the microwave with a note saying "I will wash these when I get off." I get home, there are clean dishes washed, not put away, and someone decided it would be a good idea to put mine in the sink. Well, I washed, dried, and put away my dishes before peeing and taking off my work clothes. Not. That. Hard. We'll see how long this goes on, because there are still dishes in the sink and on the stove that are being neglected.
We have a HUGE living room, with no furniture, I was smart enough to bring a comfy chair to lounge in. I didn't realize that this meant I was never going to be able to sit in my chair. Both of them sit in it and take it whenever they please. Harmony actually stole it from me one time while I was doing homework so she could eat dinner and watch TV. Thanks for making me do my homework on the floor.
Cable. Over the summer, we were discussing the things that we wanted/needed for the apartment. We all agreed that we needed Internet, but neither one of them wanted cable. Well, I got cable, internet, and phone. The deal was, I didn't pay electric and gas, but I paid comcast. That sounds like a good idea, except when they both sit in the living room watching TV with the computers in their laps. I pay $200 a month for Comcast and they pay about $40-$60 a month each for electric and gas. I am to the point, where I am going to tell them that they are going to have to start paying for that too because I was under the impression that by not wanting something meant never or rarely using it.
Comcast is on my murder list anyway, when we inquired about cable and Internet, they said that their Triple Play package was $125 a month. There was a slight catch that the first couple of months there would be an extra charge for installation and crap, but I didn't realize that meant $500. Guess who had to pay that?! Yup. My bills are still over $200. Now, this is where it gets really frustrating. On my bill, it has the "bundle charge" as $109. Then, it has an Internet services charge of like $40. Now, I know I am not a mathmetican, but 109 plus 40 does not equal $125. Never mind the fact that I am being charged for Internet twice. I plan on writing a letter to Comcast to complain. I'd just call customer service, but I hate customer service - I don't have time for rehersed human beings that won't actually help me.
I am going to write the North Star Bar a letter for completely screwing Fall Out Boy fans over last Friday. They told us we weren't allowed to be seen before 2PM. So after pacing around a shady block, we chose to go to a pizza place and hang out. We left the pizza place at 1.30 to get ready to ninja in line at 2. We peek around the corner to see that there is already a line. My first instinct was to NOT get in the line, because it was before 2, and they could very easily be like "HA! You can't get in because you lined up before 2." But, I looked closer, and I saw the secruity guard down at the front of the line. How can you be a dick about rules, then break them yourself? Needless to say, we didn't get it and we wasted an entire day in the ghetto.
There's this girl Leigh Ann at work, don't get me wrong, she is nice to me (which is rare for a human being to do) and she is pretty funny, but sometimes I just want to tell her to shut up. She talks about how smart she is and blahblahblah, yet she's failing community college? She wanted to bazillion major in Anthropolgy, Russian, and like eight other things that no one really cares about. And now, all of a sudden, she wants to go to art school for Musical Theatre or "Video Production." (By video production, she means broadcast journalism - oh by the way, she didn't know the term, I had to tell her.) Tonight she was talking about all of the pericings and tattoos she still wants to get (she has like 8 peicings and 4 tattoos already) and she wants more. I am not a shallow person who judges someone one peircings and tattoos, but when you have an abundance of them, musical theatre and broadcast journalism aren't very smart fields to go into.
I live with such geniuses, that someone turned the radiator on in the kitchen, with the two trash bags (that they are neglecting to take out) left up against it. Go ahead burn the building down.
This is just a bad week. Everything that can go wrong has and will go wrong.
jnkghs;fg;kshfgyi['sdg'sl!
I am lucky enough to have a dishwasher in my apartment, but now it is broken. Apparently, my roommates are so spoiled, they don't know how to live without a dishwasher. It's been broken for about a week now and the dishes have piled up. I go to school four days a week and work two jobs - they just go to school. How is it that I have found time to wash all of my dishes and they haven't? When Kirsten was here last week, she even washed dishes - SHE EVEN WASHED ONE OF HARMONY'S BECAUSE SHE NEEDED IT TO MAKE LASAGNA AND HARMONY DIDN'T WASH IT FROM HER ASPARAGUS! Yesterday, I couldn't/wouldn't cook on the stove. None of the pots were clean and there was a pan full of peppers. So I had to go use the last of my money to buy something to cook in the microwave. And get this, when I finished, I WASHED my dishes, and then PUT THEM AWAY - amazing, I know. Tonight on my 15 minute break I came up to find five glasses and mug washed. I was pissed and hungry (at this point, I had only eaten fruit loops at 11.30 this morning and it was now 7.15) so I just threw all of the stuff stove in the sink so I could make a grilled cheese. Then, I took my pan and plate and set them on the microwave with a note saying "I will wash these when I get off." I get home, there are clean dishes washed, not put away, and someone decided it would be a good idea to put mine in the sink. Well, I washed, dried, and put away my dishes before peeing and taking off my work clothes. Not. That. Hard. We'll see how long this goes on, because there are still dishes in the sink and on the stove that are being neglected.
We have a HUGE living room, with no furniture, I was smart enough to bring a comfy chair to lounge in. I didn't realize that this meant I was never going to be able to sit in my chair. Both of them sit in it and take it whenever they please. Harmony actually stole it from me one time while I was doing homework so she could eat dinner and watch TV. Thanks for making me do my homework on the floor.
Cable. Over the summer, we were discussing the things that we wanted/needed for the apartment. We all agreed that we needed Internet, but neither one of them wanted cable. Well, I got cable, internet, and phone. The deal was, I didn't pay electric and gas, but I paid comcast. That sounds like a good idea, except when they both sit in the living room watching TV with the computers in their laps. I pay $200 a month for Comcast and they pay about $40-$60 a month each for electric and gas. I am to the point, where I am going to tell them that they are going to have to start paying for that too because I was under the impression that by not wanting something meant never or rarely using it.
Comcast is on my murder list anyway, when we inquired about cable and Internet, they said that their Triple Play package was $125 a month. There was a slight catch that the first couple of months there would be an extra charge for installation and crap, but I didn't realize that meant $500. Guess who had to pay that?! Yup. My bills are still over $200. Now, this is where it gets really frustrating. On my bill, it has the "bundle charge" as $109. Then, it has an Internet services charge of like $40. Now, I know I am not a mathmetican, but 109 plus 40 does not equal $125. Never mind the fact that I am being charged for Internet twice. I plan on writing a letter to Comcast to complain. I'd just call customer service, but I hate customer service - I don't have time for rehersed human beings that won't actually help me.
I am going to write the North Star Bar a letter for completely screwing Fall Out Boy fans over last Friday. They told us we weren't allowed to be seen before 2PM. So after pacing around a shady block, we chose to go to a pizza place and hang out. We left the pizza place at 1.30 to get ready to ninja in line at 2. We peek around the corner to see that there is already a line. My first instinct was to NOT get in the line, because it was before 2, and they could very easily be like "HA! You can't get in because you lined up before 2." But, I looked closer, and I saw the secruity guard down at the front of the line. How can you be a dick about rules, then break them yourself? Needless to say, we didn't get it and we wasted an entire day in the ghetto.
There's this girl Leigh Ann at work, don't get me wrong, she is nice to me (which is rare for a human being to do) and she is pretty funny, but sometimes I just want to tell her to shut up. She talks about how smart she is and blahblahblah, yet she's failing community college? She wanted to bazillion major in Anthropolgy, Russian, and like eight other things that no one really cares about. And now, all of a sudden, she wants to go to art school for Musical Theatre or "Video Production." (By video production, she means broadcast journalism - oh by the way, she didn't know the term, I had to tell her.) Tonight she was talking about all of the pericings and tattoos she still wants to get (she has like 8 peicings and 4 tattoos already) and she wants more. I am not a shallow person who judges someone one peircings and tattoos, but when you have an abundance of them, musical theatre and broadcast journalism aren't very smart fields to go into.
I live with such geniuses, that someone turned the radiator on in the kitchen, with the two trash bags (that they are neglecting to take out) left up against it. Go ahead burn the building down.
This is just a bad week. Everything that can go wrong has and will go wrong.
jnkghs;fg;kshfgyi['sdg'sl!
Conversation with Uhlee
Me: I a nut/freak/spaz.
Uhlee: lol
Uhlee: no no
Uhlee: just a poopsicle
Me: Why?
Me: Lol
Me: Whta did I do?
Uhlee: lol, nothing
Me: Thanks.
Uhlee: welcomes!
Uhlee: * tackle *
Me: Gtfo woman.
Uhlee: lol
Uhlee: lol
Uhlee: no no
Uhlee: just a poopsicle
Me: Why?
Me: Lol
Me: Whta did I do?
Uhlee: lol, nothing
Me: Thanks.
Uhlee: welcomes!
Uhlee: * tackle *
Me: Gtfo woman.
Uhlee: lol
--Cassandar
I should probably be introduced to new music.
My artist of the week thing has kind of failed. Apparently, I only listen to 3OH!3 and CFOB according to my last.fm. Oops!
I think I will see if my roommate will let me borrow her iPod cord and I'll scrobble that to see what happens. My iPod is a competition between 3OH!3 and Leland Grant, so we'll see what happens.
I honestly haven't listened to much music recently, I should probably fix that...
I think I will see if my roommate will let me borrow her iPod cord and I'll scrobble that to see what happens. My iPod is a competition between 3OH!3 and Leland Grant, so we'll see what happens.
I honestly haven't listened to much music recently, I should probably fix that...
Oh yay.
I have my screen back. I don't know why it died or why it came back. So, I suppose that's good. Now I can go back to being a functioning blogger and procrastinator. No more angry, suicidal sidekick posts.
Monday, November 10, 2008
This is fucking great.
My computer screen died out of fucking nowhere.
I want to kill myself.
--Cassandar
I want to kill myself.
--Cassandar
I did something I've never done before
I colored my hair with a box.
I know that sounds extremely bratty and stuck up (you can't always hide everything), but I have been spoiled with my hair. My step mom is/was a hairdresser, but I no longer speak to her so that's out of the window. My aunt is also a hairdresser, but she lives in West Virginia, so that's unattainable. I figured if my best friend's mom and grandma could color their hair with a box, I think I can. So I did. And it was successful... I think.
I seriously had anxiety, I always do when it comes to my hair.
No one noticed it either unless I told them. Oh well.
I know that sounds extremely bratty and stuck up (you can't always hide everything), but I have been spoiled with my hair. My step mom is/was a hairdresser, but I no longer speak to her so that's out of the window. My aunt is also a hairdresser, but she lives in West Virginia, so that's unattainable. I figured if my best friend's mom and grandma could color their hair with a box, I think I can. So I did. And it was successful... I think.
I seriously had anxiety, I always do when it comes to my hair.
No one noticed it either unless I told them. Oh well.
Before.
During - CVS Woman
Avocado Oil in mah hair!
Clean Hair.
After.
Hoodehs!
I have been slacking on my American Apparel topic, there just hasn't been anything that has really struck me, nor have I been searching to be struck.
This has to do with AA, but it's not really a review or a want. It's more of a random statement.
When Kirsten was here she wanted to go to American Apparel to get a hoodie - I'm not sure why since there's one in the 8OH!4, but the Philly one is more appealing to her. When I got off of work we walked over to AA and browsed the store, made fun of some stuff, and scrunched our noses at prices of tiny pieces of cloth. In the end she got the red hoodie that she had wanted for MONTHS.
The point of this is is, I now have red fuzz all over my stuff because of this red hoodie. What I don't understand is, I have the same hoodie, but in purple. I don't recall purple fuzz all over everything. And I've had this hoodie for like a year and it's only been washed twice, so the fuzz hasn't been washed away.
Anyway, I think I am going to be picking red fuzz off of my bedroom for the next 17 lifetimes.
This has to do with AA, but it's not really a review or a want. It's more of a random statement.
When Kirsten was here she wanted to go to American Apparel to get a hoodie - I'm not sure why since there's one in the 8OH!4, but the Philly one is more appealing to her. When I got off of work we walked over to AA and browsed the store, made fun of some stuff, and scrunched our noses at prices of tiny pieces of cloth. In the end she got the red hoodie that she had wanted for MONTHS.
The point of this is is, I now have red fuzz all over my stuff because of this red hoodie. What I don't understand is, I have the same hoodie, but in purple. I don't recall purple fuzz all over everything. And I've had this hoodie for like a year and it's only been washed twice, so the fuzz hasn't been washed away.
Anyway, I think I am going to be picking red fuzz off of my bedroom for the next 17 lifetimes.
Monday, November 3, 2008
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