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2010-09-18 9:29 AM Blah-g # 205 Update and Rant Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0)

Well as most of you sad fucks have noticed I've been dead to the world of interwebz for a while now. Mostly because it's rough on me because of my nightly class schedules. I'm dead tired usually more on Tuesdays and Thursdays than on Wednesdays and Mondays. So if it says I'm online most of the time I won't be. I'm just one of those weird fucks who don't like to log out of stuff because its a pain in the ass to log out and log back in unless its on a comp that I don't know. So the best way to get in contact with me is to text me. Because if I'm in class I'll still have a chance to text you back during break or if I have to use the bathroom I can text then though I again it depends on if we have break in the class or not. But its usually much faster to wait for me to text back than it is for me to reply to an IM. Thats just how it is. I'm almost done with my bracelet for those fucks who've been waiting for some news on it. I pretty much fucked it up. Basically the project is called an "Icebreaker bracelet" and we had to come up with a theme and use that theme to create a unique bracelet. Well since I'm into BDSM and Bondage I decided that was my theme. But the teacher said most of my designs were pretty commonplace for Bondage and what not so we picked a pretty fucked up simple design were it's four rings that would go around my wrist two brass and copper. The two brass rings were just prolly gonna be cleaned and then waxed to keep them nice and pretty. The copper pieces on the other hand were going to be hammer stamped and etched then cleaned and oxidized and waxed. Then I would rivet them in one spot so that behind closed doors :iconhurrhurrplz: the would open up and function as handcuffs. I did take pictures :icongaspplz: though now I can't seem to find the damn usb cable now though I had it yesterday. :iconfrageplz: so I prolly wont take pictures of it completely completed til after my teacher grades it and gives it back. Because I will rivet it on Monday during open lab and then I have to turn it in on Tuesday. So as you can see I've been murdered by all this work and this is just for the Jewelry and Metalwork class. But even though I fucked it up I've still put my heart and soul into it. So yeah. The rest of my classes are pretty fun except my drawing class. The teachers on a high horse and screaming at everyone NO OUTLINES. OUTLINES ARE BAD! And yet how does he expect us after oh I dunno give or take 20 years or less that we've been drawing outlines that we're just gonna stop in the one and a half months we've been in the class? Ugh. But other than that its good. Though. AutoCAD is great! I really love it except the parts where we have to calculate on our own that's the part that kills me since I'm really bad at math lmfao. But I guess thats what class friends are for. Japanese so far is a mix of review stuff for me and new stuff. Like big ass numbers. Jesus fucking Christ on a stick roasted like a marshmellow that shit is fucking hard. And I was like shit I was having a hard time with regular numbers in fucking English! Again UGH, but it's cool I made two friends in that class one of whom is in my drawing class which is pretty cool. So thats a basic update of my classes and how I'm doing. So as I'm sure you fucks who actually care to read this ranting shit of a crazed 21yr old girl who sees stuff and dreams of fucked up shit and all that good supernatural shit that should only be on tv know's that my relationship with my family isn't really good except for my mom and the two younger brothers. (Might have to post pics of them up). So living here is: Mum Her bf (we call him Gringo but if you personally know me IRL you know we call him the beast, fag, 88 or Hitler (inside joke you wont get) and fatman (ya know like batman only fat) Me Javier (the druggie brother i talk about, also called the fag because well he's a closet fag) Jasmin( the bitch sister goes by Frankenmurf(will be explained in the following paragraphs) Min, Pickle, Angry Pickle and the tard) Hoopla (2nd youngest brother goes by hoop) Chip( 3rd youngest brother goes by chibi, chalaiboo, laiba, laiboo) So there ya got this. So as again fucks know if you've been reading this shit my brother Javier is basically a druggie. And the whole thing went down like this: Me: *reading some online Manga* Fatman: Do you know what happened to the blu ray player? Laiba: *playing with the dog on the other side of the room* Me: No. I don't. Why? Fatman: I think Javier stole it. Me: Woah. That's harsh but you might be right. Fatman: Call mom and tell her. (At this point my mom took my sister to the doctor to check out her leg again will be told again in a bit) Me: *calling mum* Mom, do you know what happened to the blu ray player that you and Gringo got from best buy *looks at Fatman* that you paid 235$ cash for? Mom: No why? Me: Gringo thinks that Javier stole it and sold it. Do you want to talk to him? Mom: Yes *me handing fatman the phone* (Here they were talking in spanish and i dont feel like translating) So then mom and the Frankenmurf are home I do some packing for stuff to send out and they leave. Me and the 'murf are watching cartoons and the boys. Mom gets back and takes us to the store with her and tells us in the car that Fatman is pissed as all fuck and wants to kick the Fag out of the house. So that being said it might soon be sans the Fag living here. I on the other hand am still in ok graces because I'm going to college and I'm doing everything without really complaining yet. So again that being said I might get a Russia cosplay costume. Which is fucking sick! And I really hope to get it. Hehehe *looks at Master with evil laugh* Anyways that's it for that. Anyways as someone read (wont say who) my blag-h about Vincent and the Dark man, my Mum finally felt and saw him yesterday. She was in her room and she said she felt the presence of evil and looked out the window and saw a shadow of a man on the wooden fence that separates our house from the neighbours house. She said that there was no way in hell that a regular human could have cast a shadow like that. So I'm not going crazy if my mom saw it. I've also been having more dreams of Vincent. He's grown up and he's always holding me. But the thing is I feel like someone really is holding me. I talked to Master about it and said that its him but I dont think so. Master's presence is more calming and safe. This presence is more agitated and almost suffocating. It's really weird. But I don't want to tell him. Mostly because he's gonna say either I was sleeping weird or it was him. Though I don't doubt that sometimes he really is holding me because of our connection but it just doesn't feel like him. So I'm sitting here listening to all of the songs Disturbed's done since I think the newer one Asylum came out, on the Zune player, while typing this in pain. I haven't been sleeping well since I came back from my wonderful summer break. I think it's cuz I got so used to being with Master so much that now he's not even close by is fucking with me. I miss him so much. It's just not the same without him. I miss his butt against mine while we sleep. Yeh we sleep butt to butt cuz it hurts his back to hold me while he falls asleep. But i think it's just not having him there is like ARGH! Ugh I got so much change its not funny. >.> I need to keep saving up though. I promised Master I'd have enough monies when he came back so I could take him out to eat at this place called Filipi's. Yeh so thats it. Hopefully I can find that damn cable to upload those damn pics soon. -Chi gone- ---------------- Now playing: Disturbed - Mistress (One of my new theme songs lmfao though for me it could be either Mistress or Master)

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