AWKWARD ZOMBIE

I feel like we need to start a Get-Airra-Out-Of-Her-Aunt's-House fund. Don't know if we could raise enough cheddar though.

That's sweet of you, but I don't think I'd be able to accept ya'll's cheddar.

Hello seething rage, my old friend.

So I get off of work at 11 PM. I get home to my complex at 11:30 PM.

There is a car parked in front of my apartment, blocking the only free spot (which is free because it is the one that is in front of MY APARTMENT>

So I park behind the neighbor's cars (on the left side of my apartment), and they have all their cars accounted for.

On the right side, they have anywhere from 1-4 cars depending on the day and the weather or something IDK. They have three in front of their place, and then the one in my spot. I march on over to their door (I can see their living room light is on) and knock on it. I knock a few more times. Admittedly, it is 11:30 at night in a lot with no lights. I see them peek through the blinds. I wave. They disappear. I wait to allow them time to answer their door, aaaaaaand nothing. I knock some more. I ring the bell like eight times. They peek through the blinds again. I make an attempt to explain the situation and my identity as their neighbor through a series of hand movements. They disappear again. I wait another minute, then kick the door a few times.

Then there is a voice from the car in my spot.

"...hhhheeeyy man, is this *cough* your spot?"
"...yes."
"Oooohhhh, soorrry duude. I, uh, I didn't, didn't know anyone was *cough* usiiiing it. Saarryy."

So I get back in my car and wait for this guy to move his car. He turns the lights in his car on and it's some gangly 25 year old black guy that I have never seen before ever. He digs around in his pockets, pulls out a joint, lights up, and takes a few puffs before finally moving his fucking car.

So this guy is HIGH off of his FUCKING booty and just decided to roll into an apartment complex lot and park RIGHT THE FUCK UP AGAINST MY FRONT DOOR and assumed that would be FINE. Now, I have no problems with people who smoke weed, I really don't. But if you smoke so much it turns your brain into a rotting pile of shit, then maybe you should lay off of it. I had checked the plates before going up to the neighbor's door, so I very very strongly considered calling the cops because he rustled me off so much, but I couldn't remember what the plate letters were and he had already left.

Also I probably have to apologize to the neighbors tomorrow.

Yeah, that'll be an awkward conversation.



So, my aunt--



EDIT BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO TYPE A WALL OF TEXT ON MOBILE:
Last night before going to bed.

Mom offered to sweep the house.
Aunt attempted to wrestle the broom away.
They eventually ended up in this room.
Aunt balled herself up in the floor while trying to get the broom, much like a child who's trying to avoid a bath.
We went outside without the Aunt and waited until she stopped acting like a complete and total idiot.

She's going to call and complain to random people. She didn't say it, but that's what she does. Complains to people over the phone about imaginary problems when the real problem is her reaction to everything. It is highly tiresome.

Exeres wrote:Everything's been working out pretty well lately. I'm ahead of my work so I won't come back to the warehouse next week to a mountain of bullshit. I left my truck at a shop over the weekend so they can figure out whatever needs to be fixed in it while I'm out of town. It looks like Jacksonville is going to get rain, but the metal festival is a rain-or-shine event and I'm planning on giving no fucks this weekend so let it rain.

The Lord giveth with one hand and He bitchslapeth with the other.

Just one long day of stress and red flags but everything's alright now so I'm off to Jacksonville.

Yesterday I was supposed to have an exam in my database management class. It got turned into a homework instead because we're one month late and the teacher wanted to save time. We're expected to do it alone but hah, everybody is just going to share answers and you know it. This is a fucking joke.

In what universe is "Manipulating Excel spreadsheets embedded in a PowerPoint presentation as if they were graphs to represent the database normalization process" considered an acceptable form of exam? Nobody in the class uses Office, mind you.
The document itself is unhelpful and terribly made. I have no idea where I'm supposed to put my answers because the random "put graph X here" text captions mention the same graph on several pages (is it a mistake or is it just that moronic? who knows!)

There's also an sql queries portion but the questions are so imprecise you have to start from the correct results (which are in the document, thank god) and work backwards from there to guess what the actual intent of the question is.
"Select the employees that were last hired". How many? What threshold? Oh, there are two in the results, so.. "select top 2 * from employees order by hiredDate desc". Wait the question says we have to use subqueries and an ALL clause. What. Why. 12 hours later: oh she means the employees hired during the same year anyone was hired for the last time. That's why there are only two. Why would you use subqueries and an ALL clause for that still.

Also during that 4-hour class we "saved" by making the exam a homework, she wasted the first three talking about nothing and then hastily showed us how to use Terrible Microsoft IDE 2003: The Revenge (she makes sure to use only the very worst in microsoft products as to make this class a transcending experience for all) after brushing off the fact that our unanimous answers to her asking "You've worked with C# before anyway right?" and "You've all dealt with programming GUIs last year right?" were a big no and "only two of us did". But oh well, it's not like it's the beginning of the exam rush and you're expecting us to learn a new language so we can then learn a new paradigm altogether IN THREE WEEKS to make a pointless project that isn't even related with the content of the class. We all have nothing better to do.

In the words of my pedagogy instructor: "This, ladies and gentlemen, is what we call 'crap assessment'."

I would like to see entertainment companies flat-out state what they're doing sometimes rather than string people along with cryptic teasers. There's a point where marketing and generating hype switches from reasonable to annoying.

People who wait until you finish what you're doing before telling you that you're doing it wrong.

It's been a slow agonizing boil with that one dude I keep talking about on here. I've been trying so hard to be nice to him, since he's a pretty nice guy when he isn't acting like a complete idiot, but my patience is wearing so so thin. I've been having to deal with him the entire school year and about 20% or less of the class is similar to him, so that doesn't help. I hope graduation comes soon for the sole reason that I don't ever have to deal with him ever again. And if I do, he'll hopefully mature enough to not act like a complete moron by then.

He's casually racist, he values a person's worth by how much sex they probably get, he is so so loud, he thinks he's the coolest dude ever, he values intelligence as pretty much nothing and only praises it when he's the one who "has" it, as well as other things that were mentioned previously.

Bleeeehhhh.

For whatever reason I'm just getting randomly reminded of all the various maddening times where someone basically got mad at me that they're stupid.

Didn't have cheddar to pay my phonebill. Gunna go pay it today, here's hoping they dont have some kind of late fee.

Edit: I'm back and I was savaged by red ants. This is why I dont go outside

why is it so fucking hard to grasp the concept that NOT EVERYONE RUNS ON THE SAME 9-5 WORKDAY AS EVERYONE ELSE?

If you wake me up in the middle of my night (anywhere from 4 AM - 1 PM) I WILL BE IRRITABLE AND PROBABLY NOT EVEN AWARE OF WHAT IS HAPPENING PAST THE POINT OF "SOME INCONSIDERATE ASSHOLE NEEDS TO GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW".

Today that was my mother, who kindly woke me up 3 hours in to my night to tell me that I will definitely need to pick my brother (who is almost 18 years old, just so you know) from school very soon because he is sick today. I was asleep at the time so I don't remember this even happening aside from someone coming into my room and talking to me.

So I get four texts and a phone call from my brother at like 8:50. Phone call wakes me up, he tells me to come get him. I said no, he asked why, I said "I don't know, I'm hungover." and then I hung up. So that would be the second time being woken up in the middle of my night.

9:45 rolls around, my mother kicks my door down and starts screaming at me for going back on my word, for not even mentioning being impaired when she WOKE ME UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING NIGHT and then shouts "ONE DRINK IS FINE, TWO DRINKS ARE FINE, BUT GETTING DRUNK IS NOT OKAY". Then she goes full campus housing and shouts "IF YOU GET DRUNK EVER AGAIN IT'S ALL GOING DOWN THE DRAIN" and then she slammed the door and left before I even had a chance to process what the fuck just happened. That is the third time being awoken, so I just fucking stayed up because WHAT WOULD BE THE FUCKING POINT, ANYWAY? I'LL JUST BE WOKEN THE FUCK UP AGAIN IF I TRY AND SLEEP SOME MORE

Cue text fighting.

CN wrote:I'm not even drunk, for what its worth. So thanks for freaking out. I just would like to have a day off where I don't have to do stupid things like pick (brother) up from school even though FOR SOME REASON HE KNOWINGLY WENT IN SICK (AND YOU MADE HIM) KNOWING FULL WELL HE WOULD HAVE TO BE PICKED UP LATER. WHY COULDN'T HE HAVE JUST STAYED HOME LIKE A NORMAL STUDENT OR JUST DEALT WITH IT LIKE AN ADULT?

Being able to ACTUALLY SLEEP during my night shouldn't be too much to ask for. Just imagine I don't live here and you would have had to just manage or do the logical thing and let the sick child stay home instead of making campus police threats and screaming.

But I am awake now, so thanks for the shouting and threats. I hope it made you feel powerful, Dad.

of course she immediately turns it around and says I am the one channeling my controlling asshole father by not understanding the fucking stupid shit she does sometimes like going "o lol who needs sleep anyway HERE YOU GO (cn's brother) JUST GO TO SCHOOL AND HE'LL PICK YOU UP LOL" and then being rustled about it when she does those things.

For the record, I see no problem with getting drunk on days where it doesn't interfere with life. Like my nights off. Last night I had two beers and half of a disgusting Four Loko over the course of like 12 goddamn hours. CLEARLY I am an alcoholic teenager who needs threats and shouting to come to fucking jesus.

Guess what? I have off tonight. Maybe I'll get proper drunk and drive into the fucking lake.

Gryewolf wrote:Edit: I'm back and I was savaged by red ants. This is why I dont go outside

Would you be interested in joining my rebellion against the sun and all of its insect minions?

I honestly wish my Mom would tell me sooner about asking off for certain days from work. She either tells me a few days beforehand or not at all until the day of. It's annoying because we have a period of which we can ask off before we're not allowed.