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Apparently, I'm supposed to babysit my little brother and sister as we go to a baseball game. Step-father's supposed to be here, along with my older brother to babysit. Not me.



But of course! Fate must screw me over.



My brother and step-father aren't here, or even in California. My little brother wants to go badly and little sis wants to too.



I loathe sports. It's boring and pointless to me. I don't want to go, but my grandfather {Who bought the tickets} can't handle my little brother, who has Autism.



Fate, you're such a bitch.



Karma, I thought we had a nice chat about this Sending-irritating-and-pointless-situations-to-harrass-me thing.



Life, I hold my middle finger up at you, sir! All while wearing a scowl.

Nope, not me! I'm the girl who'll dance when no one's watching and if found will pull a swift stretching movement to hide the fact that I was "waving it like I just don't care".

Heh.



Yep. I'm shy. No doubt about that. I won't dance in public and the mandatory dance portion in Frosh PE was my bane.



I dunno how people think I'd be a crazy nightclub goer. Sounds like a case of mixed identity to me.

I have no idea. I don't know what I want to be. I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't even know how I'm going to do anything.

ARGH! It's times like these when I feel that I'm not living my life, just letting it sit stagnant.



I wanna move out, I wanna get my own place, I want a job that won't pull the freakin rug out from under my feet and I need to get the heck out of California.



California is a terrible place for me. The state's current budget isn't my only concern, and it's a pretty big concern. I hate California. Everyone I know, love, and utterly despise lives here, except for a handful of people who got out due to military/family connections.

California has nothing but rude people. All out to "Beat the Jones'" and need to learn how to discretely use their binoculars when watching other people's business. There's a rare few that aren't like that, and most of them are either from other states, countries, or just gifted saints that I certainly haven't met yet. When you walk into a Wal*Mart and are greeted by some really overweight lady in Daisy-Duke short-shorts who sticks her nose in the air at you because she thinks she's better, you can officially say California sucks. And yes, that's happened one too many times for my taste.



Either way, I don't want to stay here.

California's great for music/video stars, but not great for lost people like me.



New York is [supposedly] the fashion capital of the US. In some weird way, I want to trade the Californian big city, for the big apple. An errant thought or a partially unrealized dream?



*Sigh* I'm working myself into a depressed mood. Better put me happy cap on and sing in the shower. Whoof.

I like scaring people. I also like making them a little mad.

What immediately repels me is when they get so angry they could beat the hell out of you right then and there.

I can practically feel that anger emanating from them, and it makes me feel sick.



Of course this topic was inspired by today's events. Still cleaning, while watching two kids and a baby.



One of the brats kept irritating me, the baby was whining and mom needed help moving something heavy. The other brat spilled milk near our only working stationary computer. {Note: I'm on a laptop.}



Mom flew into a rage. Her computer didn't have anything on it, so that was unjustified. Throwing a towel at me, when I asked the non-guilty kid to bring me one so I could clean, was uncalled for.



However, some of the milk dripped off the desk onto her camera, which isn't cheap and currently something we need for selling our stuff on E-bay. Yeah, $1000 camera. Anger is expected.

But screaming at the guilty kid, calling him a "F*cking idiot" and screaming about how he should have been at the "God damned kitchen table" isn't going to clean the milk off the camera before it gets jacked up from moisture.



I could've slapped her. The anger coming off her made me wanna puke, strangle her and scream back because of how stupid she was acting.

Not to mention she's screeching at a kid with Autism, so he just started crying and shut down. He curled up into a ball on the sofa and tried not to cry because the instant he let out the first sob, mother screeched at him again.



It was like dealing with an angry drunkard, except she didn't have alcohol to use as an excuse and I can't b*tch slap my own mother unless I wanna end up on the street two seconds later.



Has anyone ever had a relative do something like this and had the same reaction to their stupidity? Feel free to comment.

What a pun.



Anyway, I've been messing around with clay, making "Vampire" fangs, for my jewelry.



I've already made things like Yin-Yang twin pendants, but these fangs don't have loops like those.



I either need to find some weird shaped bell-caps for the tops of the fangs, or cover the tops in metal [Something currently out of my range due to caveman's equipment.] , to make loops for pendants and earrings.



I should also look into Metal design, glass creation, ETC for college.



Anyone got a suggestion for those fangs?

We have finished packing the largest installment of JUNK that I've ever seen.



It went on the truck all of yesterday and part of today. All our beds, furniture and general memoirs of ridiculousness have been tossed in and driven to a resting spot near where we're supposed to move, IDAHO! And yes it's for the potatoes.



However, only half the battle's done. The yard sale turned up about ten bucks in pity spending. We've decided to sell the big items around the first, when everyone gets paid around here, and send all the small junk to giveaways, like Salvation Army or something...

No, the battle's not done. We still have to empty the house of everything. And they mean EVERYTHING.



We each get a suitcase of clothes and our carry-on luggage to survive on.

As a bad joke, I have four small bags and one monster suitcase of clothing. I managed to make a bag of ever-holding out of my suitcase. Never ask how.

The only reason I'm getting away with having four small bags is because one's my jewelry and tool kit [A necessity in this family, not to mention my future business.] , one's all the females' nail polish [which I use most often as paint for jewelry] , one's my makeup and the last is my footlocker and notebook with a few pencils.



Only two of those are personal. The other two are business and shared. Ha ha.

Throwing the garbage you don't want into your yard on a few tables and labelling them as ten cents a pop means you clearly have a Junk sale.



So yeah, we are selling a pool/air hockey table, a bar, a patio set and a dining room set. We also just happen to be selling all the garbage we don't want in a chance to make a few pennies off it.



Almost nothing, but clothes that I thought were going to Salvation Army, is mine in the Junk sale.

I did put a box of plastic and glass jewelry out there with a label for ten dollars for the whole box, but that's about it.



Everything else is stuff the rest of my family didn't want. The huge {and pain in the rear to move} television that seems to get harder to move every time we pack, an old DVD player no one wants, a popcorn maker that burns the hemoglobin out of your hands when you use it, a bunch of old toys, plushies, and various statues that are either slightly broken or unwanted.



Everything other than the TV and the DVD player is a dollar or less.



That's how you can tell when it's a Yard or Junkyard sale. When you could care less if someone buys your angelic figurine collection for a nickle, you, my dear reader, have a Junkyard sale.

It sucks. I'm stuck packing and trying to stave off boredom and the urge to punch walls.

Not to mention I'm also now bleeding, which makes me wanna move around less.

Ladies, you'll understand that last sentence. Gentlemen, take a moment.



Horror thoughts gone now? Let's continue.



I lost internet for a week and felt like my world was upside down. The true test of internet addiction, challenge yourself to not touch your computer for a week.

When you touch your keyboard, on impulse to log online, a small demon will laugh at you from the corner.



That little demon was laughing his rump off at me that week.

So I had a dream that everyone had lice. the really gross thing was that it wasn't lice, it was a lot of huge maggots crawling through their hair.



I have to say that was one of the grossest bug dreams I've ever had.

are a really bad mix.



I'm trying to pack everything up without packing away the things I'm going to need, like my pliers and wire cutters.

Jewelry making and beading supplies are currently sitting in a bag and I'm trying not to shove the bag into a box.

I also have to fold laundry, throw all the nicnacks into boxes, label the boxes, fight with the horribly inefficient "Duck" tape, and try to ignore my younger siblings.



It's times like these when I just want to burn everything in a bonfire pit.

I hate lab work. I hate needles. With a passion.

I don't like anything that can be used as a personal arm straw. EYAGH!



Needless to say I can't donate blood or I'd have a mental breakdown. The one time I handed out shirts at a blood drive, I almost fainted when I saw the tub of clean needles...



Blood work is the worst for me. I'm too sensitive. I can feel the needle the entire time and I can't get over the "ghost" needle feeling...



I had lab work not too long ago either. Too bad the clinic and my doctors aren't always in the same area. My mental health doctor wants me to go to the hospital so she doesn't have to deal with the clinics terrible filing system.



Doctors love those needles too. The last lab worker grinned before she stuck me. She's lucky I was too busy freaking out to backhand her.





Ugh. Better get some sleep so I can actually rip heads off tomorrow, and so I don't giggle and cry like the insane psychopath I am, when they stick me those damn needles.

I want to start something new.

I've heard of time capsules made to show the future beings what it was like in the past, but how about collecting something else to show the future beings?

I wonder what people would see if people rote down their feelings and then shoved them into a jar? A spur of the moment note, not a drawn out letter with half-feelings.



It kinda hurts that I know nothing like this will ever happen.

I own two dogs, one a chihuahua and one a terrier-chihuahua mix. My mix is an adorable fatty that looks like a stuffed teddybear when I carry him around.

Oh, and don't call him fat, only I can do that. You can call him "fluffy". >:}

I can't say I've ever craved blood. I always chewed on metal bits and licked salt as a kid and grew out of that when I moved in with my mom full-time.

The title's only a joke, mind you.



I don't know the real definition of a vampire, but I still like tasting the copper strains in certain metals. 'Course now I tend to eat too much sugar since I don't have to cook for myself.



As a kid, my dad was too lazy to really make my older brother and me our food. We tended to eat chips, Gushers, Fruit-by-the-Foot, and instant ramen.

We had a lot of sodium in our diets and we frequently got hurt from biking accidents and other such incidents.

I lost all fear of the sight of blood at a young age, mainly because I used to rip skin open almost daily, by accident of course.



I don't fear blood much. I'm more affraid of snapping and having to hide a body than cleaning up the bloodstains.

I love my family. I love my mother, my father, my step-father, my sister, my brothers and my grandparents.

But some days I just want to throttle them all.



Mother's a hypocrite.

Father's a lazy nobody.

Step-father's blatantly irritating.

Sister can't mind her own business.

Eldest brother's following my father's footsteps.

Youngest brother's impossible to understand.

Grandparents' own their own issues and problems that I'll never understand or be able to deal with in a calm manner.



The sooner I move out and get on with my life, the sooner I can pretend there was never any problems or anger.



I wish I could find my inner child. Then I could wrap my hands around her skinny neck and ask her why she left me to deal with this.



No wonder I always wished to grow up faster.

I like it here very much.

A lot of interesting things to see, and inspirations to be had.

Plenty of welcoming people who so kindly recommend VR.

A sanctuary indeed.