So, the situation is that Roger has not called back and I got a forwarding address for him. I will take this as his notice. He is supposed to be back on Monday, I think he was trying to pick a day that I was gone. I will have my army here, you'll see. Hopefully, my army will hold up until Wednesday. If he does not arrive, I am picking up his stuff and putting it in a box in the driveway. The locks will be changed for the time being. Take that, and let that be a reminder to all those STUPID room mates who want to do the same thing.
As I recall, I can store his stuff elsewhere. I will just store it outside because my house is not a storage unit for all those rednecks out there. I tried to have the step sister stay, but she is in trouble again.
I got some cool stuff yesterday. I got to try Wen and it is awesome. If only I had more time to try it all the time. I smell yummy now.
I took my quiz for Management of Information Systems. It made me realize how pointless having the class was. Half of the information in the quiz was discussed in class while the other half I had to figure out on my own. I would have read the material, but the assignments were stacked up throughout the week. Despite having one class, I still did not have enough time to do it all. Algebra starts tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I must call Fidelity. It looks like the same website I was on before with another company. So, I need to give them a call to see what I need to do and to tell them that I do not want stocks. The last time I had stocks I lost them as soon as I lost my job. I should have closed it before I got fired for no apparent reason.
The plus news is that I have the house to myself. The bad news is, I will have a hard time affording it. Minimum payments for the cards until someone else moves in.
I also started to trade stuff online. So far, it's been pretty good. I have received Something's Got To Give and a copy of Eyes of the Dragon. I am supposed to be received Buying the Cow and a Cyndi Lauper CD here soon. Something to keep me happy.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
The Great Debate of 08
I never wanted another room mate when I first got the house. If I knew I was going to be blamed for the economy and fired for it, I would never had bought the house. Thank-you, Miss Gilbert. Bitch.
I wish I would have known the housing market was shit. The real estate agent claimed that it was a good time. The house is worth half of what I am paying for it. After two years...two years.
I only got a room mate because it was scary in the house. Then my job was being threatened, then I got another room mate. The other room mate flaked out. The other one moved. Then the next was a flake, the next, and then the next. Not one normal person. Nobody will fill out the background check, I have no choice but to let them move in. I do not make enough money.
Roger, he is yet another flake. He fixed some of the things around the house. Then he started slacking. How about a 6 month probational period? His girlfriend stated, "I don't know when I'm coming back." I think residents in Arizona put in their months notice with that statement. Roger said the same thing.
The holidays pass. I hear from him. I tried calling him on the fourth, the phone was out of service. He changed his number. I sent him a message to call me for two days. He finally called me last night. He said he would be back on Monday. I ask him if he is coming back, he didn't say he was moving out.
I think everything is fine. I see a forwarding confirmation. I am sick of this. Oh, by the way, fuck the housing rules. I'm taking his shit and throwing it out the door and changing the locks AGAIN. There are TOO MANY rights for people that pull this shit. I should just foreclose on the fucking house. People say it ruins your credit. What is the point? What is a credit score supposed to do? Show that your a great employee? I'm afraid not. Save your rhetoric for someone gullible.
I have asked IFHA to help lower the house payment. The pricks have a virus called Short Sale. That is all they want to say, it is the same thing as foreclosing. I almost need to act violently just to get the payments to be lower.
I spoke with a banker yesterday. He actually gave me options. Someone who cares, a little empathy works IFHA. Think about it...IF you have a brain.
Here is a message for the IFHA. You are NEVER getting my new phone number. You were the ones that told me to get a new room mate. I tried, a pervert called my phone. I had to change my phone number. IFHA, it is your fault. Nobody is helping me find a way to relocate closer to work. Nobody is helping me with making things affordable. Nobody is helping me get somewhere that I am happy. There is nothing but fucktards in Nampa. There is nothing for me out here, I tried to find work here, THERE IS NOTHING.
All I want is my payments to be lowered and I will stop my bitching. I do not, I repeat, DO NOT want anyone else living with me in my home ever again.
I wish I would have known the housing market was shit. The real estate agent claimed that it was a good time. The house is worth half of what I am paying for it. After two years...two years.
I only got a room mate because it was scary in the house. Then my job was being threatened, then I got another room mate. The other room mate flaked out. The other one moved. Then the next was a flake, the next, and then the next. Not one normal person. Nobody will fill out the background check, I have no choice but to let them move in. I do not make enough money.
Roger, he is yet another flake. He fixed some of the things around the house. Then he started slacking. How about a 6 month probational period? His girlfriend stated, "I don't know when I'm coming back." I think residents in Arizona put in their months notice with that statement. Roger said the same thing.
The holidays pass. I hear from him. I tried calling him on the fourth, the phone was out of service. He changed his number. I sent him a message to call me for two days. He finally called me last night. He said he would be back on Monday. I ask him if he is coming back, he didn't say he was moving out.
I think everything is fine. I see a forwarding confirmation. I am sick of this. Oh, by the way, fuck the housing rules. I'm taking his shit and throwing it out the door and changing the locks AGAIN. There are TOO MANY rights for people that pull this shit. I should just foreclose on the fucking house. People say it ruins your credit. What is the point? What is a credit score supposed to do? Show that your a great employee? I'm afraid not. Save your rhetoric for someone gullible.
I have asked IFHA to help lower the house payment. The pricks have a virus called Short Sale. That is all they want to say, it is the same thing as foreclosing. I almost need to act violently just to get the payments to be lower.
I spoke with a banker yesterday. He actually gave me options. Someone who cares, a little empathy works IFHA. Think about it...IF you have a brain.
Here is a message for the IFHA. You are NEVER getting my new phone number. You were the ones that told me to get a new room mate. I tried, a pervert called my phone. I had to change my phone number. IFHA, it is your fault. Nobody is helping me find a way to relocate closer to work. Nobody is helping me with making things affordable. Nobody is helping me get somewhere that I am happy. There is nothing but fucktards in Nampa. There is nothing for me out here, I tried to find work here, THERE IS NOTHING.
All I want is my payments to be lowered and I will stop my bitching. I do not, I repeat, DO NOT want anyone else living with me in my home ever again.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
welcome 2011
I have been reluctant to make my movies. I got the new camera but I have done nothing but film random stuff. It's no fun being alone. I have a year worth of footage with whats his face.
I have not been up to much. I start school again tomorrow. I have been studying when I can and resting much more. I have been moping around because every time I look at someones profile, I see another girl calling him baby. Why do people do this to me? Christian is back...and he is someone I have not dared to touch again. Probably for about ten years. He's been in and out of my life.
Roger is on a trip, I think he may be putting in his months notice. I got some cash to get me by for Christmas. I got some books and movies. I found that I am missing Chaos Theory, I am not impressed with people right now. I did find the blanket that I got last year. I thought someone had taken it. I also renewed my registration. I have been so busy I forgot about it.
I am thinking of calling around to see how much it would be to fill the hole in the yard with gravel. I'm sick of the way my house looks. Paul said, "At least it looks better than when you first bought it." Really? My house looked better before I let him live in it.
I have grown leery about meeting anyone anymore. I hate being alone. I need to be with someone. If I can't be with Josh, I don't want to be with anyone at all.
This month, I have been working at call centers for five years. I have been working for the one I am at for a year. Pretty exciting.
I did not do anything for New Years. It was 17 degrees outside, I was bundled up and I still froze. I watched all the skankazoids running around with hardly anything on. The skirts were so short they may as well have been running in their underwear.
I have not been up to much. I start school again tomorrow. I have been studying when I can and resting much more. I have been moping around because every time I look at someones profile, I see another girl calling him baby. Why do people do this to me? Christian is back...and he is someone I have not dared to touch again. Probably for about ten years. He's been in and out of my life.
Roger is on a trip, I think he may be putting in his months notice. I got some cash to get me by for Christmas. I got some books and movies. I found that I am missing Chaos Theory, I am not impressed with people right now. I did find the blanket that I got last year. I thought someone had taken it. I also renewed my registration. I have been so busy I forgot about it.
I am thinking of calling around to see how much it would be to fill the hole in the yard with gravel. I'm sick of the way my house looks. Paul said, "At least it looks better than when you first bought it." Really? My house looked better before I let him live in it.
I have grown leery about meeting anyone anymore. I hate being alone. I need to be with someone. If I can't be with Josh, I don't want to be with anyone at all.
This month, I have been working at call centers for five years. I have been working for the one I am at for a year. Pretty exciting.
I did not do anything for New Years. It was 17 degrees outside, I was bundled up and I still froze. I watched all the skankazoids running around with hardly anything on. The skirts were so short they may as well have been running in their underwear.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Pain Pain Go Away
I was actually convinced that he missed me. He has not told me that he is not coming back to Idaho. He didn't even say good-bye to me either. I really liked Josh. all I can say is fuck this shit. I'm going to be single for the rest of my life, fuck you men.
Not to mention that I am so sick of being here. I'm sick of the nieghbors. I'm sick of the cats. I'm sick of the people across the street. I'm sick of commuting. I'm sick of being far away from everything.
Not to mention that I am so sick of being here. I'm sick of the nieghbors. I'm sick of the cats. I'm sick of the people across the street. I'm sick of commuting. I'm sick of being far away from everything.
Friday, December 17, 2010
A little too much excitement
So, I watched some clips from the Oprah show in Australia. Hugh Jackman, the modern day god, zipped down down a zip line and nearly cracked his head open. I thought about that one actress that died after she got a concussion. Can you imagine what would happen if Hugh died from a head injury? How would Oprah feel? Then after that, I wonder if Australia would go to war with America because Oprah killed Mr. Jackman.
Speaking of droolalicious men. Ryan Reynolds and Scarlett split. I like them both; both beautiful. He has good taste in women...who have a twin brother. Alanis and Scarlett each have a twin brother. I don't have a twin brother, I don't think I have a chance with Ryan. ;)
I hung out with Leslie the other day. She is a former room mate, the best room mate ever. Who here is aware of Paul accusing me of cheating on him? He has been sending me dirty text messages. When he was with me, he used to try to get with Leslie. I told him that he is a piece of shit. I haven't heard much from him. He quit after I told him again what a cheat he is when he was griping about Bree.
Josh is in Arkansas...I wish he was here. He does need to spend time with his family. I just wish I had the luxury of leaving if I wanted. He says that he misses me. I don't believe I missed anyone so badly. I hope he returns. He was telling me that his brother wants him to move there. I don't think he is excited about that idea and I do not believe he is thrilled about living in Idaho either.
I had an epiphany. If someone cared so much about me, they would go through the trouble of helping me get out of here.
Speaking of droolalicious men. Ryan Reynolds and Scarlett split. I like them both; both beautiful. He has good taste in women...who have a twin brother. Alanis and Scarlett each have a twin brother. I don't have a twin brother, I don't think I have a chance with Ryan. ;)
I hung out with Leslie the other day. She is a former room mate, the best room mate ever. Who here is aware of Paul accusing me of cheating on him? He has been sending me dirty text messages. When he was with me, he used to try to get with Leslie. I told him that he is a piece of shit. I haven't heard much from him. He quit after I told him again what a cheat he is when he was griping about Bree.
Josh is in Arkansas...I wish he was here. He does need to spend time with his family. I just wish I had the luxury of leaving if I wanted. He says that he misses me. I don't believe I missed anyone so badly. I hope he returns. He was telling me that his brother wants him to move there. I don't think he is excited about that idea and I do not believe he is thrilled about living in Idaho either.
I had an epiphany. If someone cared so much about me, they would go through the trouble of helping me get out of here.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Rough Transition
Today was a long day. Every day is long. I spend every day transitioning into something new. New position. New hours. New dog. New class. New job. New e-mail. New password. New class. In the middle of it all, I did something dumb.
There was an order to not do something, needless to say, I did what I wasn't supposed to do. I am a misfit in the morning. It's not intentional either; I'm just ditsy in the morning.
Transitioning into the new job was not easy. It is almost complete. I spent the first part of the day calling people to reset a password. They gave me a hard time, I think I had to call them three times. That came to a halt after I started chewing out this stubborn agent that kept on repeating himself condescendingly. I do not know what the group of people are for if they refuse to help. Seriously. Just wait, karma will get them. They will have an issue with a password and then someone will be the same way with them. Ha!
I get a two week break from class. After I type my essay, that is. I will be studying for the test. I am going to study because my papers were great and points were docked because of technicalities. The instructor makes errors; guess what is going to be my gripe...
I have been spending time lecturing the father. For two days he was asking if I heard from the brother. The second day, he was calling and wanting mom's phone number. Thinking, thinking, no dad, he is busy and mom didn't hear from him either. I ask the brother if he contacted dad, if I hear anything ignore him. Dad is a little difficult to ignore, especially when repetition is his best buddy.
I visited dad, that's all I could hear about. Even after mom told him that the brother will call when he is good and ready. Me and the step sister, "He's busy!" I wish he paid attention to me. I wish he would spend money on me the way he does for the step siblings. I wish he would help me instead of going on about not having enough money.
It reminded me of when Grandma Maughan and one of my aunts bickering. One would call him and tell him what the other did. Then visa versa. It was an ongoing cycle every day. I thought about this when he said he was going to drive to Mountain Home to see what was going on. I told him, "Don't be driving over there and wasting your gas. No drama."
It has been quiet for the past few days, despite the chaos at work. I'm going to go to bed. I have an essay due on Friday and some house cleaning to do. Pinching pennies, I hardly have enough for anything. It will take a miracle this month to get through.
There was an order to not do something, needless to say, I did what I wasn't supposed to do. I am a misfit in the morning. It's not intentional either; I'm just ditsy in the morning.
Transitioning into the new job was not easy. It is almost complete. I spent the first part of the day calling people to reset a password. They gave me a hard time, I think I had to call them three times. That came to a halt after I started chewing out this stubborn agent that kept on repeating himself condescendingly. I do not know what the group of people are for if they refuse to help. Seriously. Just wait, karma will get them. They will have an issue with a password and then someone will be the same way with them. Ha!
I get a two week break from class. After I type my essay, that is. I will be studying for the test. I am going to study because my papers were great and points were docked because of technicalities. The instructor makes errors; guess what is going to be my gripe...
I have been spending time lecturing the father. For two days he was asking if I heard from the brother. The second day, he was calling and wanting mom's phone number. Thinking, thinking, no dad, he is busy and mom didn't hear from him either. I ask the brother if he contacted dad, if I hear anything ignore him. Dad is a little difficult to ignore, especially when repetition is his best buddy.
I visited dad, that's all I could hear about. Even after mom told him that the brother will call when he is good and ready. Me and the step sister, "He's busy!" I wish he paid attention to me. I wish he would spend money on me the way he does for the step siblings. I wish he would help me instead of going on about not having enough money.
It reminded me of when Grandma Maughan and one of my aunts bickering. One would call him and tell him what the other did. Then visa versa. It was an ongoing cycle every day. I thought about this when he said he was going to drive to Mountain Home to see what was going on. I told him, "Don't be driving over there and wasting your gas. No drama."
It has been quiet for the past few days, despite the chaos at work. I'm going to go to bed. I have an essay due on Friday and some house cleaning to do. Pinching pennies, I hardly have enough for anything. It will take a miracle this month to get through.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Pissed
I have been having a hard time with being single and living far away from everything, going to school, and commuting. Meeting anyone is virtually impossible. One guy got pissed because I wasn't doing anything to meet him. I told him what an inconsiderate prick he was for showing disrespect.
The last guy, he kept on saying he would meet me and did not. Nothing but a HUGE run around. I feel ashamed for even being interested. Why waste some one's time? If someone is really not interested, they should not act interested. It's hard enough trying to trust men again, then someone pulls this stunt? Am I really unattractive?
Then out of the blue, Josh comes back. I like him. My life is crap, I live in Nampa. Everyone remotely interested in me is in Boise. I have a job and I work all day, I have a crazy schedule. I go to school and my current class has a messed up schedule. I couldn't change anything if I tried.
Yesterday, I was supposed to meet Josh. He is going away until January. I had a paper due yesterday that I have been too tired to work on. Not to mention I have a cold and I am trying to get some sleep. I get up first thing and start working on the paper, I had a hard time focusing on it because I hate this class. He text me to text him later. As soon as I was finished I let him know. I got no response until 330. He fell asleep and had dinner plans.
I am getting so tired of living over here. I have no clue what to do. I have to commute and this takes up my time in the morning and after work. I'm stuck with trying to complete assignments while I am working. I cannot get a job closer to home because there is nothing here. It will be virtually impossible to get out of this because Nampa and Boise were in the top five worst places to buy a home. I can't take this crap anymore. I cannot meet anyone because I don't live in Boise and I go to school.
The last guy, he kept on saying he would meet me and did not. Nothing but a HUGE run around. I feel ashamed for even being interested. Why waste some one's time? If someone is really not interested, they should not act interested. It's hard enough trying to trust men again, then someone pulls this stunt? Am I really unattractive?
Then out of the blue, Josh comes back. I like him. My life is crap, I live in Nampa. Everyone remotely interested in me is in Boise. I have a job and I work all day, I have a crazy schedule. I go to school and my current class has a messed up schedule. I couldn't change anything if I tried.
Yesterday, I was supposed to meet Josh. He is going away until January. I had a paper due yesterday that I have been too tired to work on. Not to mention I have a cold and I am trying to get some sleep. I get up first thing and start working on the paper, I had a hard time focusing on it because I hate this class. He text me to text him later. As soon as I was finished I let him know. I got no response until 330. He fell asleep and had dinner plans.
I am getting so tired of living over here. I have no clue what to do. I have to commute and this takes up my time in the morning and after work. I'm stuck with trying to complete assignments while I am working. I cannot get a job closer to home because there is nothing here. It will be virtually impossible to get out of this because Nampa and Boise were in the top five worst places to buy a home. I can't take this crap anymore. I cannot meet anyone because I don't live in Boise and I go to school.
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