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My 3DS friend code is 1676-3752-0625, and here is my Mii QR :

My Mii QR Code
Sanity! Where art thou? (more venting, of course. same ol same ol)
Sunday. 6.12.11 9:45 pm
I'm terribly dreading this engagement party this weekend. Stupid dramatic crazy parent(s).

My poor brother gets to deal with my mother, and while I want to be there for him, I really don't want to deal with her crazy bullshit.

She tells me "Oh don't let my craziness stop you from coming home", like it's alright that she's crazy, and I should just put up with it.

She gets one more visit, and if she lets loose with the crazy, I'm going to tell her that she can stop using "crazy" as a crutch, if she were concerned about it, then she'd get help, and by help I don't mean sending Rod Parsley 50 dollars and getting people to "pray for her", because clearly it isn't working, and I'm really tired of her doing this crap. After I let loose with this tirade of "Fix it or shut up", I won't be in any form of contact until there is proof that she is seeking medical help, and not "oh I need to fix my diet" but "I have serious mental issues that need to be addressed".

As much as I'd love to actually do these things, we all know that in likelihood, it's not going to happen. Though I have called her out on her craziness before.

I'm just really tired of her acting like everything is okay and she can treat us like shit because "oh it's okay I'm crazy you'll have to ignore it". No. I don't have to ignore it, because good lord has it thrown me off and it's throwing everything off, and for the love of shit it's not something anyone should have to grow up with.

Now that I have wasted yet another three pages ranting about my favorite person:

I've forgotten what the hell I was going to post about.


My facebook feed is always full of people and their "oh lookit we gots married". I'm not sure why this bothers me at all, but it does. I have a feeling it has to do with my favorite person. Who of course I am now ranting about again.

All of these people are like "oh lookit me, I am (or at least look) happy and am in my frilly dress and blah blah blah".

I know that if I have a frilly dress, I'm not going to hear the end of it. Even if somehow things get done without her around, she's going to be in the back of my head, nagging me about EVERYTHING, and I won't be as happy as I should be. And I won't say anything, because I won't want to bother anyone, because no one wants to be bothered. I won't want to vent to my brother, because he already vents to me, and it is just as stressful, and I don't want him to feel like he can't talk to me, because I know if he vents to anyone else, he'll most likely get the same brushoff that I did, and that helps nothing. They'll all say "oh it's alright, you can talk to us", and when you need to talk, or just want a shoulder, they're all gone. Or you've bothered them already, and of course, somehow it's all your fault, so why bother to try again?

For some reason, I'm really just tempted to cut her off.

I need something to do. Maybe a hobby. Maybe get back on topic, because here I was talking about all of these people and their pretty dresses and happy happy, and how I doubt I'd ever be that happy, or at least able to give off the impression of that happy, but then I think about Dave and how awesome he is, and that I shouldn't be concerned with other people's pictures and dresses, because I don't like their dresses anyway, or the people in their pictures, and I certainly don't like whoever it is they're with, because they can't hold a candle to Dave.

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Ponderances + gore
Wednesday. 6.1.11 7:53 pm
I'm always paranoid that my page of doom is being read, and that people are saying things.

Really, I'm not that important, but I guess it's just how I trust people.

Dave talked me into going bike riding Sunday.

I went.

I met a hill.

I went over the handlebars.

I ate asphalt. :(

I got stitches and another tetanus shot. The ER staff decided that my nickname was to be "Chin". I didn't ask how many stitches I got, but I think this gash is larger than my old gash, and that one got me 7. Apparently I gashed it pretty hard, I split it open down to the layer above the muscle.

It's itchy. T.T I keep forgetting that I have stitches and scratching my chin on my shoulder, and it's sticky from all the bandages and such. I've been up half the night banging my chin into my shoulder. Bah.

I've also got bruises in the weirdest spots on my legs, at the rate I'm going I'll be purple all over.

Poor Dave, he was very distressed. I took my 3DS with me and took some pictures, mostly of my chin pre and post-stitch, and of my ER room, 42.

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Because I'm cold and putting off my walk...
Thursday. 5.19.11 1:46 pm
I'm going to write about why I continue to not trust my mother. Oh boy!
She's hellbent on visiting, and I really don't want her to.
She *claims* she's not judgemental, blah blah blah, all of the other lies as normal.

I show her my fridge.

My brother then tells me that she is talking about my "ugly" wallpaper and too-big fridge.

I certainly didn't tell my brother what she said about my wallpaper and fridge.

I certainly didn't tell my friend about my TB. Who did that? Her friend that is now married to my cousin. Who told her? My cousin. Who told him? My aunt. Who told her? My mom, who told me *not* to tell anyone, zomg.

So why don't I trust her? Why don't I tell her anything? Why don't I want her to visit?

I have absolutely NO idea.

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Because I am a neeerrrd
Thursday. 5.12.11 1:10 pm
I exchanged my 3DS. I felt a bit shady doing so, but I ended up getting the protection plan, so I don't know why I felt shady.

New 3DS seems to be of better construction, the case doesn't have striations in the plastic and is solidly colored, as I would expect it to be.

I have no games for it, because none of the screamed to me.

However, my friend code is 1676-3752-0625, and here is my Mii QR :

My Mii QR Code

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Ho ho! (now with added complaints, free of charge!)
Tuesday. 5.10.11 10:40 am
So in all of this USAUSAUSA(I'm not listening to you because I'm right ALWAYS) business, I remembered the following video:

I was always amused by the home-flattening.

Before I get to the complaints, I have a relevant uncomplaint. The most awesome person ever got me a 3DS for my birthday. Here is a picture of our shiny new fridge, taken with the 3DS. I wiggled it so it would look more 3D.

So I am adding complaints, with no extra cost to you, the reader!

Complaint 1: I think Google updates and my touchpad hate each other. So far it's the only service/startup program that causes my touchpad to completely stop responding. I'm currently checking boxes one at a time and then rebooting to see what happens. So far, I've only had issue when the Google Update box is checked. Bah.

Complaint 2: 3DS. You have not one, but TWO crappy pixels. Also, your 3D slider sticks some of the time. For the amount you cost, you should not have these troubles! I'm not sure if I want to exchange you or send you back to Nintendo to have these pixels unstuck. Though there is an "opened, non-defective media and software cannot be returned or exchanged" clause on the receipt. But, 3DS, you are not media or software, you are a gaming system. With a sticky slider and dead pixels!

I'll have some (kind) words with the most awesome person ever and see what he thinks. If he's going to spend that kind of money on me, then the end result should be awesome, and not acceptable.

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Oh gosh.
Tuesday. 3.8.11 8:19 pm
Dave, I'm sorry, I'm gonna apologize now.


I was having a day oddly fraught with worry and loneliness, due to Dave being out of town, and me being insufficient.

So I had some of my awesome concoction, cherry apple cider and honey bourbon.

Then I started to watch House. (We can still watch it together! <3)

Now I don't think I've had that much to drink, but I'm watching House, and su... crap. Spoiler. and suddenly zombies? WTH? Butcher knife-cane? . I've got it paused, so I'm not sure if I've somehow had too much to drink, or it's really that crazy, but now I feel better, so that is good.

From my previous post. It is a ring of betrothal. I knew it was had, so I said to Dave, "give" it to me at dinner! Maybe someone will say "oh hey there is an engagement, free dinners for the both of you!" But alas, there was no free dinner, just tasty cookie-cakes.

Charlie is hungry, I should go feed him.

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