I haven't blogged since right before the semester started, and now it is about to end. That should tell you a few things. 1) I was extremely busy for a majority of it and 2) I forgot about my blog. I sorry :)
Let's see if I can give a short recap.
School started in late January. Nothing eventful there, really. Not until the very last week of January where my kitten broke his leg, anyway.
I don't remember much of February and March, thanks to all my time being consumed with law crap. Why law, you ask? Go back to my kitten in January ^. I took him to the vet when he broke his leg, like ANY responsible pet owner should, and what happens? I (and my roommate) get accused of animal abuse, reported to animal control, animals taken away via seizure warrants, and a court trial in which I kicked major butt and showed the county prosecutor what's up. We got them back, but my word was it a huge, ridiculous process.
Oh, and it turns out that the only way my cat was able to break his leg was because he has a rare, pre-existing genetic bone disease. He is now a 3-legged tripod kitty. But yeah, it took a freaking disease to hurt my animal because good Lord knows my roommate (who is a vegetarian and pretty much animal rights activist) and I could never do such a thing.
Now, we're preparing to sue the crap out of the city :) (I could talk for hours about the reasons, proof, and etc behind that)
Anyway, that situation took up a majority of my semester, it seems.
In other, lighter news, I did what the Lord told me to do concerning a situation and it's definitely been for the better :) God is so good! Seriously, He never ceases to amaze me!
Speaking of God shocking me... Kevin has been coming with me to bible study lately. Praise Him! I've prayed so hard and long for Kevin to come to know Christ the way I do, and it seems God is really working in him!
That's all I really have for now. I'm tired and need to sleep. I also need to study since finals are upon me, but procrastinating is so much more fun. Uh, until tomorrow that is. Oh well.
<3
--Miss Sarcastic
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Breaking Point
Why can't I just sympathize? No. Instead, I must empathize. I hate it! It's so much easier to say "I'm sorry," to someone who's life is hell, and it's another thing empathizing with them and feeling the daily strain and stress of everything piling on at once. PLUS all the stuff going on in my own life.
There are a few ways to fix this, but they are all so hard...
Le sigh.
I know what I can do, what I can't do, and what I don't want to do.
They all happen to be the same thing.
:(
Until next time,
--Miss Sarcastic
There are a few ways to fix this, but they are all so hard...
Le sigh.
I know what I can do, what I can't do, and what I don't want to do.
They all happen to be the same thing.
:(
Until next time,
--Miss Sarcastic
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Shiver Me Timbers
First thing's first: I know I haven't posted in a few months. You see, the thing about being a college student who also works 20+ hours a week while taking 17 hours of mostly science-based classes is this --> you have hardly any extra time to do stuff. Facebook doesn't count: I can do it from my phone.
It's another lonely night. Sarah (<--amazing roomie) is in Austin for the night, and Kevin is at his house. The children are my company. Children = Buckminster (11wk old kitty <3), Henry (a slightly retarded dog), Tweak (a recently electrocuted cat who had a personality transplant), and Arcee [aka Lil' Girl] (our cute rat). I love animals. If I did not have them here, I'd be going insane since I'd be the only breathing thing here outside of the poltergeist that haunts this place. Do poltergeists even breathe?
I don't want the semester to start. I enjoy college station during the breaks --> it means that there is like 40,000 less stupid drivers. This greatly pleases me. I'm also taking some hard classes this semester... organic chemistry II aka 'hell' and calculus. I usually love math, but I have done no math since Fall semester of freshman year. Quite a bit ago. I wonder if I even know where my scientific calculator is...hmm.
Still thinking of a certain situation that I think I'm going to change. I've been praying about it and I really feel that the Lord is telling me to pursue what has been on my heart. I don't really feel like writing exactly what it is here, though.
Alright, sorry for the useless post. It's 3:06 and I can't sleep *cue Shinedown*. Seriously, though... I suppose I'll just take a muscle relaxer and some benedryl to sleep. HEY! Don't confuse me with a pill-popper. I'm under doctor's orders :)
Sleep well my children,
-Miss Sarcastic
ps - IT IS SO COLD! What is this thing you call winter and where did it come from? This is Texas!
It's another lonely night. Sarah (<--amazing roomie) is in Austin for the night, and Kevin is at his house. The children are my company. Children = Buckminster (11wk old kitty <3), Henry (a slightly retarded dog), Tweak (a recently electrocuted cat who had a personality transplant), and Arcee [aka Lil' Girl] (our cute rat). I love animals. If I did not have them here, I'd be going insane since I'd be the only breathing thing here outside of the poltergeist that haunts this place. Do poltergeists even breathe?
I don't want the semester to start. I enjoy college station during the breaks --> it means that there is like 40,000 less stupid drivers. This greatly pleases me. I'm also taking some hard classes this semester... organic chemistry II aka 'hell' and calculus. I usually love math, but I have done no math since Fall semester of freshman year. Quite a bit ago. I wonder if I even know where my scientific calculator is...hmm.
Still thinking of a certain situation that I think I'm going to change. I've been praying about it and I really feel that the Lord is telling me to pursue what has been on my heart. I don't really feel like writing exactly what it is here, though.
Alright, sorry for the useless post. It's 3:06 and I can't sleep *cue Shinedown*. Seriously, though... I suppose I'll just take a muscle relaxer and some benedryl to sleep. HEY! Don't confuse me with a pill-popper. I'm under doctor's orders :)
Sleep well my children,
-Miss Sarcastic
ps - IT IS SO COLD! What is this thing you call winter and where did it come from? This is Texas!
Monday, September 7, 2009
I want one.
So, I want one.
Like really, really want one.
I keep trying to snap myself out of it, but I just can't get it out of my head.
I want one.
Like really, really want one.
I keep trying to snap myself out of it, but I just can't get it out of my head.
I want one.
Friday, August 28, 2009
See this blog? It's mine.
I've got a handful of blogs I want to write, and they're going to be out of order. I originally wanted to blog about my few days I spent back at home, but I'm a tad livid right now and I have to vent first.
I received a text about 10 minutes ago. This is said text:
"I hate how you un-tag yourself from all the photos of us. It's like you don't want my picture anywhere on your page."
This person is referring to the fact that I untagged myself from a photo that they tagged me in. Yes, I know, I play Captain Obvious rather well.
This was my reply:
"It has nothing to do with you, retard. I hate how I look in most pictures lol."
I threw in the "retard" and "lol" to try and lighten the matter because I could tell that this person was going to take the matter in a direction that was absurd, ridiculous and totally out of context from what my original actions implied.
Their reply:
"In 99.9% of the pictures we take...thanks. I look like a fat cow but I still put it up."
My reply:
"I don't un-tag myself as a personal attack or anything of that nature."
This statement that I said is completely true! They seem to think that I un-tag the pictures so that it's not on my facebook page and therefore no one can see them because I'm apparently ashamed of them for some unapparent reason. That, my friends, is false. It's assumptions. I could write another entire blog on how much I hate assumptions and the ASSumErS behind them.
I un-tag pictures that I don't like of myself. I'm sorry... I believe I have that right. And no, I'm not really sorry. Am I too critical? Maybe. Do I place too much thought into what I look like, and in a negative light? Maybe. I'm glad that they're fine with posting the picture of us regardless of how they think we look. I'm glad that they aren't as critical of themselves as I am of myself. Trust me, I wish I wasn't.
My 'father' barked at me for years about how fat I was -- how horrible I looked. He constantly made me go on diets and he singled me out in the family as the fat one. I WAS A HEALTHY SIZE 6/8. I was in NO way fat, or even overweight! Looking back at photos, I was what I would consider "the perfect body." However, because of him, I thought I was a beached whale. I hated myself. I am bigger now -- about a size 12/14. I've slowly regained my personal confidence back and recovered and pampered the severely bruised mindset that he caused me to have. However, I DO have times where I severely dislike the way I look. And if I don't like how I look, I have the right to take it off a public website.
It really bothers me that they're taking it so personal. Yes -- I know -- I un-tagged it because of a personal reason, but it had nothing to do with them. They seem to think it did, though.
Their reply:
"Hmmmm k i just deleted the pic all together so its cool."
Well, I'm glad I saved it to my computer before they deleted it. I'm glad that I personally saved a picture that I loved because it was one of my best friends and I together. I'm still not sorry that I took it down off a public website because I'm still going through bouts of being ashamed of how I look.
And, yes, this entire matter is pretty much completely childish and immature -- on both parts. This venting I'm doing? I should probably stop and delete this blog already. But, you know, the great thing about the internet and about personal blogs... is I HAVE THE RIGHT TO DO WHAT I WANT WITH WHAT'S MINE.
--Miss Sarcastic.
I received a text about 10 minutes ago. This is said text:
"I hate how you un-tag yourself from all the photos of us. It's like you don't want my picture anywhere on your page."
This person is referring to the fact that I untagged myself from a photo that they tagged me in. Yes, I know, I play Captain Obvious rather well.
This was my reply:
"It has nothing to do with you, retard. I hate how I look in most pictures lol."
I threw in the "retard" and "lol" to try and lighten the matter because I could tell that this person was going to take the matter in a direction that was absurd, ridiculous and totally out of context from what my original actions implied.
Their reply:
"In 99.9% of the pictures we take...thanks. I look like a fat cow but I still put it up."
My reply:
"I don't un-tag myself as a personal attack or anything of that nature."
This statement that I said is completely true! They seem to think that I un-tag the pictures so that it's not on my facebook page and therefore no one can see them because I'm apparently ashamed of them for some unapparent reason. That, my friends, is false. It's assumptions. I could write another entire blog on how much I hate assumptions and the ASSumErS behind them.
I un-tag pictures that I don't like of myself. I'm sorry... I believe I have that right. And no, I'm not really sorry. Am I too critical? Maybe. Do I place too much thought into what I look like, and in a negative light? Maybe. I'm glad that they're fine with posting the picture of us regardless of how they think we look. I'm glad that they aren't as critical of themselves as I am of myself. Trust me, I wish I wasn't.
My 'father' barked at me for years about how fat I was -- how horrible I looked. He constantly made me go on diets and he singled me out in the family as the fat one. I WAS A HEALTHY SIZE 6/8. I was in NO way fat, or even overweight! Looking back at photos, I was what I would consider "the perfect body." However, because of him, I thought I was a beached whale. I hated myself. I am bigger now -- about a size 12/14. I've slowly regained my personal confidence back and recovered and pampered the severely bruised mindset that he caused me to have. However, I DO have times where I severely dislike the way I look. And if I don't like how I look, I have the right to take it off a public website.
It really bothers me that they're taking it so personal. Yes -- I know -- I un-tagged it because of a personal reason, but it had nothing to do with them. They seem to think it did, though.
Their reply:
"Hmmmm k i just deleted the pic all together so its cool."
Well, I'm glad I saved it to my computer before they deleted it. I'm glad that I personally saved a picture that I loved because it was one of my best friends and I together. I'm still not sorry that I took it down off a public website because I'm still going through bouts of being ashamed of how I look.
And, yes, this entire matter is pretty much completely childish and immature -- on both parts. This venting I'm doing? I should probably stop and delete this blog already. But, you know, the great thing about the internet and about personal blogs... is I HAVE THE RIGHT TO DO WHAT I WANT WITH WHAT'S MINE.
--Miss Sarcastic.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Gone but not forgotten.
No, I haven't forgotten about you.
Yes, I've been busy.
Yes, I'll post about my last few days tomorrow, hopefully.
No, I will not hint about the eventful day I had.
Okay... well, maybe I lied. Here's some hints of the day:
Promise.
Until then, I'm going to sleep. My best friend's dad is having surgery on his leg tomorrow at noon to help with circulation with his heart. Serious stuff. :[ I'm going to sit at the hospital with her and her mom tomorrow.
G'night.
-Miss Sarcastic
Yes, I've been busy.
Yes, I'll post about my last few days tomorrow, hopefully.
No, I will not hint about the eventful day I had.
Okay... well, maybe I lied. Here's some hints of the day:
- 2-way arguments through rolled down windows between 2 cars on the highway.
- pissing off a hitch-hiker
- attempting to get a waiter fired
- trying to purposely irritate an even more irritating foreign bridal consultant
- breaking a wedding dress
Promise.
Until then, I'm going to sleep. My best friend's dad is having surgery on his leg tomorrow at noon to help with circulation with his heart. Serious stuff. :[ I'm going to sit at the hospital with her and her mom tomorrow.
G'night.
-Miss Sarcastic
Friday, August 21, 2009
Don't pet me just yet!
Have you ever gone to bed feeling completely satisfied? Yeah, me neither.
Actually, today was a very good day. It started a bit rough, but I'm definitely not complaining now. I slept in until about 11am, potentially solved a serious situation by 1pm, goofed off at Wally-World with my amazing roommate, and ate chicken strips for dinner. Could it have gotten better after that?
Yes. Yes, it could.
I hung out with Kevin from 8pm-2am. He called me up and said he missed me and wanted to know if I could come over. I figured I would because as much as I hate to admit it sometimes with our dysfunctional relationship -- I missed him, too. I was originally leaving at 10:30 -- I was even in my car with the engine started. He had walked me out like he always does, and he was walking back up his sidewalk to the front door, then he just randomly took a 180 and came back to my car. I rolled down the window, and he asked if I could come back inside because he didn't want me to leave yet and was already missing me. I used to get sucked up into that rare, caring nature of his, but instead of getting all giddy, I just nonchalantly said, "Alright, it's better than going home and going to bed, I guess..." lol.
He's apparently taking me out to dinner tomorrow night. He wants to go to Olive Garden because he knows I love it. He doesn't like italian food... He literally probably won't eat if we go there, but he wants to take me there because I love the salad and he knows I rarely ever get to go. *tries not to get sucked up into the rare, caring nature* We'll probably end up going to Red Lobster, which is fine. I love Red Lobster, too. We always go there whenever we go out, though, because he loves their chicken strips and top-shelf margaritas. Ha.
I NEED TO SLEEP. It's 3am and I need to get up at 9. Actually, 6 hours of sleep is a good night for me. Why am I complaining? ^_-
So, I realized earlier today that I have a papercut-type cut on the inside of my left pointer finger. I think I cut it while cutting scrapie at work on Wednesday... to translate: I think I cut it with a razor blade while wearing gloves and cutting possibly infected sheep brains at work on Wednesday. For you to better grasp the importance of this... here is google's definition for "scrapie": a fatal disease of sheep characterized by chronic itching and loss of muscular control and progressive degeneration of the central nervous system. Think of it as the "mad cow disease" of sheep...
So, to recap: I might have cut myself while cutting possibly infected sheep brains. Super. I could have sheep rabies. There's never been a confirmed case of it transferring to a human... but I WOULD be that lucky first. >.> So, let's cross our cut fingers and hope for the best! In the words of my roommate: "So, if you start growling and foaming at the mouth, I shouldn't pet you?" Bahaha.
On that note... I'm going to attempt some sleep.
Buenos noches!
--Miss Sarcastic
Actually, today was a very good day. It started a bit rough, but I'm definitely not complaining now. I slept in until about 11am, potentially solved a serious situation by 1pm, goofed off at Wally-World with my amazing roommate, and ate chicken strips for dinner. Could it have gotten better after that?
Yes. Yes, it could.
I hung out with Kevin from 8pm-2am. He called me up and said he missed me and wanted to know if I could come over. I figured I would because as much as I hate to admit it sometimes with our dysfunctional relationship -- I missed him, too. I was originally leaving at 10:30 -- I was even in my car with the engine started. He had walked me out like he always does, and he was walking back up his sidewalk to the front door, then he just randomly took a 180 and came back to my car. I rolled down the window, and he asked if I could come back inside because he didn't want me to leave yet and was already missing me. I used to get sucked up into that rare, caring nature of his, but instead of getting all giddy, I just nonchalantly said, "Alright, it's better than going home and going to bed, I guess..." lol.
He's apparently taking me out to dinner tomorrow night. He wants to go to Olive Garden because he knows I love it. He doesn't like italian food... He literally probably won't eat if we go there, but he wants to take me there because I love the salad and he knows I rarely ever get to go. *tries not to get sucked up into the rare, caring nature* We'll probably end up going to Red Lobster, which is fine. I love Red Lobster, too. We always go there whenever we go out, though, because he loves their chicken strips and top-shelf margaritas. Ha.
I NEED TO SLEEP. It's 3am and I need to get up at 9. Actually, 6 hours of sleep is a good night for me. Why am I complaining? ^_-
So, I realized earlier today that I have a papercut-type cut on the inside of my left pointer finger. I think I cut it while cutting scrapie at work on Wednesday... to translate: I think I cut it with a razor blade while wearing gloves and cutting possibly infected sheep brains at work on Wednesday. For you to better grasp the importance of this... here is google's definition for "scrapie": a fatal disease of sheep characterized by chronic itching and loss of muscular control and progressive degeneration of the central nervous system. Think of it as the "mad cow disease" of sheep...
So, to recap: I might have cut myself while cutting possibly infected sheep brains. Super. I could have sheep rabies. There's never been a confirmed case of it transferring to a human... but I WOULD be that lucky first. >.> So, let's cross our cut fingers and hope for the best! In the words of my roommate: "So, if you start growling and foaming at the mouth, I shouldn't pet you?" Bahaha.
On that note... I'm going to attempt some sleep.
Buenos noches!
--Miss Sarcastic
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