Bah Humbug

So, Christmas… yeah. I hate holidays. They’re such an inconvenience. There’s no mail, everything’s closed, there’s nothing on TV, none of the sites I read are updated, and it’s all you ever hear about whether you want to or not. Sometimes it lasts for months. They started playing Christmas music on PBS in September. I’m spending my day doing two things, Christmas events on my game sites, and watching horror movies. I think Jesus would be proud. I’m looking for snowflakes on Zantarni, reindeer on Kingdom of Knuffel, Christmas eggs on Dragon Cave, and Xmas Pokemon on VDex Project. I already have the Xmas Pokemon, but I want to get one Xmas Staryu and one Xmas Voltorb caught on December 25. I’d also like my Dragon Cave Christmas dragon to be born on December 25, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get one today. It’s hard enough as it is, but Snap Links keeps stopping working and then I have to close the site and start again. By then I’ve missed out on 10-20 eggs, and sometimes all the eggs are gone and I have to wait another hour to try again. Subeta’s holiday events are luckily not too labor intensive, and practically over. Unfortunately, I’m not going to get the Melody’s Visitor achievement, since I apparently missed a day. I’ve been on Subeta every day, so I’m pissed that I forgot to go to Melody’s Cottage one day. Magistream’s Christmas event has sucked. I wasn’t on last year, so I didn’t know what was going to happen, and they didn’t bother to say until the 21st, so I missed the event and the eggs. I’m starting to really hate that site.

Anyway, like I said, instead of Christmas movies I’m going to be watching horror movies. I haven’t decided which ones yet, whatever is streaming on Netflix, but they’ll all be foreign, probably Asian, and one will most likely be The Heirloom. I watched Phone, a Korean horror movie, on Wednesday, and Noriko’s Dinner Table and The Orphanage on Thursday (Jap, Spanish), and took a break on Friday for my sanity’s sake. Phone was surprisingly good and somewhat original. I was expecting a Korean version of One Missed Call, but it was actually nothing like that, and it had actual reasons for “long haired Asian girl” and “hair coming out of tap”, two popular things in Asian horror movies. Noriko wasn’t actually a horror movie, and was very good. I wouldn’t say I liked it, but it was good. It started off very boring, but eventually picked up pace. It’s a very screwed up story, and just reinforces the fact that the Japanese as a whole desperately need to be medicated. It’s just a movie, but those feelings and attitudes that drive the movie are very prevalent in Japanese society. The Orphanage – oy. I make a point of only watching horror movies during the day, but I had so many problems getting this one to play, that it was getting dark by the last hour of the film. So I was freaking out even more. I didn’t enjoy it as much as the others, but it was scary, and sad, and the acting was very good, particularly from the lead actress.

My mother has been harassing me to come down for Christmas since Thanksgiving. And today she finally had to accept that I am not. She said she’d bring up a plate for me when the food is done. The psycho bastard is making standing rib roast. He acts like a child. Whenever she calls he is always talking in the background. 3 year olds do that. At this point he should know that when someone is on the phone you do not talk to them, or talk over them. It’s because he’s so obsessive and controlling, she can’t talk on the phone to someone because it doesn’t involve him. He’s the reason she’s been harassing me about coming done, because he “wants to meet me.” I did meet him a few months ago. My mom called and asked if I wanted McDonalds, but since I wanted a meal instead of something off the dollar menu (I can’t eat another gristle burger) Cynthia had me take money done. When I got there they were both standing on the porch, and I was furious. Luckily, a guy from down the street had been walking his dogs (purty huskies), which distracted them, and my mom and I walked to McD. My mom said they’d been arguing because he wanted to meet me, and my mom told him I didn’t want to meet him. We weren’t inside for a minute when the psycho bastard came in. He followed us to McDonalds. Like a stalker. So on the way out she made me say hi to him. Well, I said the word hi, I wasn’t looking at him. I didn’t see why I should be forced to say hi to a stalker. So, she says I have to meet him again because I didn’t do it right last time. BS. I have nothing to do with him. And when I say harass I mean harass. Asking over, and over, and over again. I hate that bitch and I hate holidays!

I Hate Holidays, and This is Why

Well, it’s Easter, and like every holiday I am spending it alone. My mom went over to my aunt Cyndy’s and will bring home some lamb later. I was supposed to go with her, but then Cyndy invited at least a couple more people when it was originally supposed to be just the three of us plus my grandfather. Spending an awkward dinner with family is bad enough, there was no way I was going with strangers there. My mother wasn’t happy about that, since this was her idea. She said if Cyndy would cook dinner for Easter she would clean up Cyndy’s place for it and buy the lamb. We can’t cook here because #1 we don’t have a car, and there’s no store nearby to buy anything at, and #2 and there’s no water to cook or wash dishes. For almost a year we’ve had barely any water. First less started coming out of the bathroom sink until there was nothing, then water stopped coming out of the kitchen sink too, and now there’s only a trickle coming out of the tub. All because the landlord put in a bathroom in the cellar and whoever did it didn’t know what they were doing. My mom bought a small lamb since it was just supposed to be us, and Cyndy ended up also buying ham (we hate ham). So there’s not a whole lot of the lamb, which is the only thing we’d be eating, to go around. She said that as soon as the lamb got out she’d make a plate for me before anyone else got at it. But then after 9 in the morning Cyndy called and said she’d just put the ham in, and she was going to do the lamb next. The ham was going to be done no later than 1, and I don’t know how long lamb cooks, but it can’t be too much long, especially since it was small. My mom asked if she had called anyone else, and she said no, and then my mom asked when she’d told everyone to be there and Cyndy said 4, but it didn’t matter since the ham could be eaten cold. When Cyndy cooks dinner it’s always usually late, so this was a big surprise, and also not a very smart or polite thing to do. Ham can be eaten cold, but lamb can’t. Dinner will be ready at 1 but no one will be there to 4! And even if she called and told them, it’s rude to invite someone and say one time, then call day of and say “we’re eating 4 hours earlier, so get your ass over here now!”

I’ve been online most of the day. There’s usually holiday events on adoptables sites Two I’m a part of that are doing it are Egg Cave and Dragon Cave. They’re both doing egg hunts, and Drag Cave’s continues through tomorrow. On Egg Cave you get an Easter only egg, and on Dragon Cave I’m not sure what you get, if anything. I finished the Egg Cave event with help, but I’m still doing the Dragon Cave one. There’s over 38 eggs to collect, and they only show up about ever 12 minutes. I’ve got 25 so far (5 more than when I started writing). I also managed to get a Mod Mayhem egg “This egg radiates the heat of a fell flame.” I can’t tell you how many others I missed though.

Who knows when my mom will get home tonight. There’s a good chance she’ll be drunk. Not including Monday, and today of course, my mom was out drinking every day last week. Getting home between 9 PM and 2:45 AM. I was already having trouble sleeping, but whenever she stays out late I also have to stay up to let her in if she comes home.

I also hate spring. It starts getting hot, there’s allergies, and then the bugs. Oh the bugs!!! All I’ve been doing recently is beating buggy brains out. There are some good things too. The animals and the plants (even though the latter cause me pain). There’s a beautiful pear tree in a neighbors yard a few doors down, and you can see it from our kitchen window. It’s wonderful when it blooms in spring, even though it doesn’t last long, though it’s still pretty after when it turns green. It finally bloomed a couple days ago, but it’s been so hot and windy that almost all its flowers are gone now. There’s been record high temps here the past couple days. It went from being in the 40-60’s to being in the 80’s. My poor Allie cat is in the window right now. She’s been sneezing like crazy for the past week. She either got my mom’s cold, or it’s her kitty letter. Her kitty litter is horrible. It’s one of those perfumey, dusty kinds that go everywhere and and get in everything. It coats Allie’s fur so when you pet her your hands smell like it. We can’t stand to be around it, and if it’s that hard for us to breathe it it must be 10x worse for her since she actually has to be in it. She seems a little better today, but before then she was mostly just laying around since she didn’t feel well. She came over and sat with me for a while when I was typing this, but she just left.

What an Ordeal

Feb 13: My mom called yesterday after work and said she missed two buses trying to get a Subway sandwich so she was in a bad mood. She said she was going to the bar before coming home and would be home with dinner in about an hour. Fast forward to past 2 in the morning and I’m trying to sleep when I hear someone screaming. Naturally I think it is the ignorant neighbors upstairs who never stop yelling/stomping around and being the noisy people they are. But no, I realize it’s not when one thing yelled is “Megan”. OMG that damn bitch has done it again. I remember last year she came home so drunk she couldn’t get her key in the door and I had to get up again to let her in, and pick up everything she had dumped outside. This time I found her outside on the floor of the porch herself. All she was doing was yelling and saying the same thing over again “I can’t get up.” Now I thought it could be something serious, like she slipped and fell. But no, it’s only that she couldn’t feel her feet (according to her). Oh gee, I wonder what that could be like, not being able to feel parts of your body… Mom, do you know why you can’t feel your feet? IT’S COLD OUT! Just get inside, problem solved. It’s probably well below 30 out, and she just walked up from the bar, and is drunk no less, that’s why she can’t feel her fucking feet! So I get to go outside in my pajamas and struggle with helping a drunk stand up (not an easy task) and eventually get her in the door. All the bitch keeps saying is “I can’t feel my feet” and yelling. Drunks usually come with a few pre-programmed phrases, they’re like those dolls you pull the string and they repeat the same thing over and over again. Then she tripped over her (mostly) alchie bottles on the way to the couch and and was last seen laying there propped up against the couch still saying she couldn’t feel her feet. It would help if she’d taking her effing shoes off and get her feet out of the damp socks. It would certainly help more than just sitting their and whining about it. But no. And I’m certainly not going to make the attempt. Let this be a lesson to her about the evils of drinking (though if she hasn’t learned it by now she never well). I wont be held responsible either if her toes fall off. And if she ever does this again I’m leaving her outside. But for today I get to deal with this, at… 3 in the morning now. And I’ve had to lock that cat in the room with me so drunky Godzilla doesn’t crush her.

Well, I did end up having to help her after she woke up and started screaming again. This time it was about her back and knee. Well after falling down and then laying on the floor between the coffee table and couch, of course it would be hurting. So I had to get her shoes and socks off and try to help her up, but she didn’t want to help herself. She just kept yelling about it hurting (stupid shit like “owie,” “my backy,” and “meowie”) and that she could do it. If she had put as much effort into getting up as she did complaining about it she would have gotten up a lot sooner. It took forever to get her up, then she hobbled to the bathroom which took forever, then took forever getting undressed, then finally went back to the couch and started crying. So I had to put up with that crap, and finally with her slobbering all over me. I hate drunk people! And I hate it when they cling to me and pet me, and then cry on me. Bleh. I can’t stand to be touched but I had to put up with her crushing me for a while (my ribs hurt and I had trouble breathing because of it, then when I finally got away there were indents from my pajamas all over my arms and sides) before I eventually got her to go to sleep. I think that was around 5 AM, and then I got to go to bed again after 6:30. Now her knees are bruised and swollen because of that, and she’s talking about calling off tomorrow.

This morning I heard my cat getting into stuff and when I finally got up to see what the idiot was doing I found her digging under some stuff. It crossed my mind that it could be a mouse, but I thought it was probably a centipede so I dragged her away and started lifting some of it up to see what was underneath. That’s when a little grey mouse went zooming out from under it and around the corner towards the stove. Yes I screamed, several times too. I like mice, mice are cute, but only when they’re in cages, not when they’re running around your home. After I got it together I had to go after that cat who was in pursuit of her new toy. I didn’t know mice could climb, but he scaled the blanket hanging over the door in the kitchen, then dropped back down and finally went back behind the stove again. It looked like he had something either in his mouth or stuck to him. Allie’s been hunting that mouse for almost two years, and this is the first time I’ve seen him come out. He had gone all over the place in here too. I hope he stays behind the stove now.

I’m sick of Valentines day. Egg Cave is has a Valentine egg, which took me 20 (then 100 more when I had to restart Firefox) tries to find, but there’s a 10 egg viewing limit so I have to wait until tomorrow and hopefully it’ll still be there. Then Dragon Cave has two Valentines eggs, which are impossible to get. Half the time the site doesn’t even load, then by the time it does all the eggs are gone. I’ve never been able to get any egg when they were released so I don’t think I’ll be able to get either of these. There should be a one egg limit for both instead of two, so the greedy people can’t stock up on them while the rest of us don’t get anything. I don’t see why some many idiots on that site think this is fun. How is it fun to sit at a computer for hours at a time, all day long trying to get a couple virtual eggs? It’s not fun, it’s frustrating and painful, and very bad for you. Fighting over 1000 people for 3 eggs? What BS. Edit: After almost 400 eggs, I just found out I got two of this years Val eggs when I checked my scroll. Still no ’09s.

It’s going to be so noisy here soon. Like it’s not enough already. But they’re tearing down the McDonalds and Jiffy Lube in the back and building a bigger McD. The McDonalds execs are idiots. The McDonalds there gets busy, but there’s no way we need a new or bigger one. Not only are we losing our McDonalds for 6+ months, we get to listen to construction starting at the end of this month. It is literally right behind us. Then the street the runs along side us, the one McDonalds is on, it’s going to be getting teared up. I don’t know what’s with all the stupid fucks making these decisions, but they’re going to be doing work on it for miles back. So we also get to hear that, and my mom will be having trouble getting to work since it’s a bus line. It’s a very busy street, I don’t know what people are going to do. It’s the main road to downtown. I hope McD doesn’t close down for a few weeks more. They’ve got Penguins of Madagascar toys. I love that show so I’m going to try to get my mom to get herself a Happy Meal so I can get some.

Don’t Hold Your Fire

This is ridiculous. Holdfire has never been a good host, but this is completely unacceptable. And that’s only what they caught! A troubles staffer I talked to at TFL said that Holdfire had been particularly bad lately. I guess a lot of fanlistings have been getting troubled because of Holdfire’s crap. And what’s more, I found Holdfire through TFL! Don’t that beat all?

I hate holidays. There’s no mail, nothing on TV, and everything’s always closed. So much inconvenience over so little. I’m not a little kid, so holidays don’t mean much to me anymore. Not even Christmas or Thanksgiving. I’m not usually with my family on those holidays, and we don’t have any money so lot’s of food and gifts are out of the question. And holidays like Independence Day are the worst, because you really get nothing out of them. There’s fireworks. Big whoop, I’m not five and I’m not a man, so I don’t find all the sparkly colors or loud noises fun. I especially don’t find them fun when there are idiots setting them off right outside my house, and starting the day before. It’s not like New Years people. And I forgot (I don’t know how since they do it every year) how they always play country music while showing the fireworks on TV. Even worse patriotic country music. I just can’t stand to listen to them “sing” about how much they looove America in their redneck drawl.

It doesn’t help that I have a headache. All I’ve eaten today are about 1 turkey sandwich with mayo (because I didn’t finish the first one, then later I had half of one), milk, and maybe 3 or 4 potato chips. But now sometimes when I eat I get an awful migraine. I thought it was the chips that did it, even though I only had a few, but it got worse after the second half. I don’t know what it is, but it’s happening more and more often, and it sucks because before a few months ago (when all my health went to hell) I’d never really had migraines before and I hate it.

SciFi (which is now becoming SyFy for some stupid reason) has been having a Twilight Zone marathon for the past few days, and I was watching a little yesterday but gave up today because most of the episodes I’d already seen or didn’t want to see. TVLand is having a Roseanne marathon so I guess I’ll watch that for a while before I go to bed. I have to get up at around 11 tomorrow to go over my great aunts and shred some paper of hers, while my mom is supposed to come over and clean, but she didn’t last time. I was there waiting until almost 8 o’clock and she never came. Now she wants to clean in case we get Verizon since Comcast raised their prices again. She better clean fast because I’m not staying over there too late. Cynthia doesn’t have air conditioning, and Masterpiece Mystery is playing the new Miss Marple tomorrow. And since I’m being kicked out of the day, I guess I won’t be getting any school done. Oh well, be it on her own head.