I'm so angry I could cry.
May. 17th, 2004 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
obliviousally_ljGood News: I got my pay from the weekend today. $140-something. I don't remember exactly as $57 of it went straight to the cell phone bill.
Bad News: Turns out that Dillen's doesn't need me anymore. I don't know if this is just a policy of Labor Ready's that they can only send you out to a certain job for so long. Or that Dillen's has all their summer hires and stuff in already. It just really sucks, because I had everything planned to go to Toronto.
Everything.
I was going to pay off the cell phone bill and save most of the money from this pay. Aside from getting the bits we needed for our costumes. And then work Wednesday and Thursday, get my pay for those two days on Friday morning and leave for Canada. Go to Anime North, have lots of fun, all that good shit.
But you know what happened?
I got my hopes up about it. I had everything planned out and was all stoked to go and spend some nice vacation time up north and meet people and have fun and just relax for a bit. And that's where I fucked up. Every time I get my hopes up about something it always fucks up. I don't know if it's just karma's way of throwing all this shit at me at once cause it never bothers me any other time. When something fucks up and I haven't had my hopes up about it, i simply brush it off. No big deal. I'll cope and move on with things. But when I have gotten my hopes up? Oh, it all comes crashing down around me. And I'm completely at a loss of what to do if they don't send me out before Friday. Because our money will be thin by then, I mean, we have to eat. Rob said he'd float us whatever cash he can, cause he said he'd contribute to the trip fund a while back. But it pretty much means no con or anything. Cause we need gas and food and all that shit.
It just fucking sucks.
Everything was going so well. Why does shit decide to fuck up? What the fuck? I fucking hate when this happens, because things were going so good. But god fucking knows that things can't be happy in our little world for too long. Oh no, can't be all rainbows and sunshine because that would be too much.
*screams*
...TJ's putting body paint on my shoulder. Odd.
In other, more regular and non-angsty/mope/whine news, I haven't slept in over 24 hours. If you don't count that hour I fell asleep at Rob's place after watching the whole first season of the Dave Chappell Show and Adult Swim. I think the insominiacness is contributing to my mood and my generally shitty attitude and demeanor.
ACK! Now she's spraying the body paint sealant on my arm.
But I'll live. I just hope I can scrounge the cash to take the trip still. Because that's really pissing me off. You all have no idea how thoroughly enraged I still am about the whole thing.
Oh, and back to other news, this morning (y'know, before I got the wonderful news about Dillen's not needing me...) I picked up a $8.99 XBox magazine for the sole purpose of getting the Chronicles of Riddick demo disk inside. Y'know, even though I don't even own an XBox. But still. It's Riddick. I also preordered the game. Yes, again, not having an XBox. But it was mostly to get the DVD they were giving out with the preorders. Pretty nice, actually. So, uh, I guess I need to get an XBox.
Also, we borrowed 23 Days Later from Rob...
Yeah, uh, guys, really. The movie blew. There wasn't even that much depth or plot or...anything to it. It wasn't really...bad, just...not good. It was a movie that gave me minimal entertainment. And not nearly enough 'zombies'. The only cool things that happened was Selena hacking the crap out of the one guy who got infected and Jim gouging the other guy's eye out with his thumbs. But at least the little girl, Hannah, wasn't an annoying twat like they seem to make the youngest character...
Overall: Dawn of the Dead remake = BETTAR. And much, much, muchmuchmuchmuchmuch scarier. Provided you, y'know, left out the stupid baby part.
But now I need to get butter and foil from the corner store. And sleep at some point this evening. And...I don't know. Try to stop worrying about this shit. Maybe if I sleep I'll feel better, maybe come up with a way to get some quick cash short of, like, selling myself or something.
Oh yeah, and then there's the ticket. What a fucking inconvience that is. I called the Newton Falls court (cause that's where we got the ticket) and, guess what? They haven't processed it yet. Which means, fuckass statie has decided to wait to turn in all his issued tickets or whatever. I don't even give a flying fuck that it was the weekend and nothing was open. We're trying to be responsible and prompt about the whole fucking thing and get the goddamned fine discovered and paid off and they don't even process our fucking ticket. Fuck you, fuckers.
I need alot of chocolate and alochol right now.
>_<
And, for the record, I don't want snugs and hugs and consoling and all that crap, I want to maul something. I want to let out all my agression and rage and anger out on something that will scream.
Bad News: Turns out that Dillen's doesn't need me anymore. I don't know if this is just a policy of Labor Ready's that they can only send you out to a certain job for so long. Or that Dillen's has all their summer hires and stuff in already. It just really sucks, because I had everything planned to go to Toronto.
Everything.
I was going to pay off the cell phone bill and save most of the money from this pay. Aside from getting the bits we needed for our costumes. And then work Wednesday and Thursday, get my pay for those two days on Friday morning and leave for Canada. Go to Anime North, have lots of fun, all that good shit.
But you know what happened?
I got my hopes up about it. I had everything planned out and was all stoked to go and spend some nice vacation time up north and meet people and have fun and just relax for a bit. And that's where I fucked up. Every time I get my hopes up about something it always fucks up. I don't know if it's just karma's way of throwing all this shit at me at once cause it never bothers me any other time. When something fucks up and I haven't had my hopes up about it, i simply brush it off. No big deal. I'll cope and move on with things. But when I have gotten my hopes up? Oh, it all comes crashing down around me. And I'm completely at a loss of what to do if they don't send me out before Friday. Because our money will be thin by then, I mean, we have to eat. Rob said he'd float us whatever cash he can, cause he said he'd contribute to the trip fund a while back. But it pretty much means no con or anything. Cause we need gas and food and all that shit.
It just fucking sucks.
Everything was going so well. Why does shit decide to fuck up? What the fuck? I fucking hate when this happens, because things were going so good. But god fucking knows that things can't be happy in our little world for too long. Oh no, can't be all rainbows and sunshine because that would be too much.
*screams*
...TJ's putting body paint on my shoulder. Odd.
In other, more regular and non-angsty/mope/whine news, I haven't slept in over 24 hours. If you don't count that hour I fell asleep at Rob's place after watching the whole first season of the Dave Chappell Show and Adult Swim. I think the insominiacness is contributing to my mood and my generally shitty attitude and demeanor.
ACK! Now she's spraying the body paint sealant on my arm.
But I'll live. I just hope I can scrounge the cash to take the trip still. Because that's really pissing me off. You all have no idea how thoroughly enraged I still am about the whole thing.
Oh, and back to other news, this morning (y'know, before I got the wonderful news about Dillen's not needing me...) I picked up a $8.99 XBox magazine for the sole purpose of getting the Chronicles of Riddick demo disk inside. Y'know, even though I don't even own an XBox. But still. It's Riddick. I also preordered the game. Yes, again, not having an XBox. But it was mostly to get the DVD they were giving out with the preorders. Pretty nice, actually. So, uh, I guess I need to get an XBox.
Also, we borrowed 23 Days Later from Rob...
Yeah, uh, guys, really. The movie blew. There wasn't even that much depth or plot or...anything to it. It wasn't really...bad, just...not good. It was a movie that gave me minimal entertainment. And not nearly enough 'zombies'. The only cool things that happened was Selena hacking the crap out of the one guy who got infected and Jim gouging the other guy's eye out with his thumbs. But at least the little girl, Hannah, wasn't an annoying twat like they seem to make the youngest character...
Overall: Dawn of the Dead remake = BETTAR. And much, much, muchmuchmuchmuchmuch scarier. Provided you, y'know, left out the stupid baby part.
But now I need to get butter and foil from the corner store. And sleep at some point this evening. And...I don't know. Try to stop worrying about this shit. Maybe if I sleep I'll feel better, maybe come up with a way to get some quick cash short of, like, selling myself or something.
Oh yeah, and then there's the ticket. What a fucking inconvience that is. I called the Newton Falls court (cause that's where we got the ticket) and, guess what? They haven't processed it yet. Which means, fuckass statie has decided to wait to turn in all his issued tickets or whatever. I don't even give a flying fuck that it was the weekend and nothing was open. We're trying to be responsible and prompt about the whole fucking thing and get the goddamned fine discovered and paid off and they don't even process our fucking ticket. Fuck you, fuckers.
I need alot of chocolate and alochol right now.
>_<
And, for the record, I don't want snugs and hugs and consoling and all that crap, I want to maul something. I want to let out all my agression and rage and anger out on something that will scream.
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Date: 2004-05-17 04:13 pm (UTC)The victim stays concious longer and screams more, as long as you avoid crushing the skull...
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Date: 2004-05-18 12:27 pm (UTC)Or if you want, I have this lovely solid metal sort-handled sledgehammer... The handle's a steel pipe they welded in when I kept breaking the wooden handles. (...And I've managed to crack the steel pipe as well...)
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Date: 2004-05-17 03:57 pm (UTC)I can sympathize with that need to maul and hurt and kill something... And really, honestly, if you two were /willing/, I'd gladly help float you something to get you out here. Where the cops aren't quite so assholish, where there're job openings, and where the utility bills are, compared to the rest of the country, fucking cheap. In Buffalo, the phone bill with just the local calls cost as much as power /and/ phone does here, and then some.
Really, in all truth, if you can think of some way that I /can/ help, within my current restrictions, I will. Because you and TJ are among the handful of people I actually /like/, and because I hate seeing the people I like getting the shit end of any deal.
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Date: 2004-05-17 07:32 pm (UTC)28 Days later owns Dawn of the Dead remake any day. I don't see how you can think 28 Days Later, which is an awesome movie and has a cool story, is worse than Dawn of the Dead, which was okay, but relied on cheap scare tactics and had absolutely no original story, lame characters and a lack of a huge British guy in SWAT gear!
I'm pinning it on insomnia-related insanity.
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Date: 2004-05-17 09:30 pm (UTC)...actually, that would have kicked ass. Damne you, Orson Wells!
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Date: 2004-05-18 04:08 am (UTC)And, please, you think I watch horror movies for intelligence? Most of the time, at least. I watch them for gore and brain-eating and cheap scare tactics. So THERE! :D