[apologies]
Before I’m screamed at…
Yes. I know I haven’t updated in a while. There hasn’t been a hell of a lot of things to update on, except the typical teen-angsty-ness, and none of you need to hear my annoying rants. Okayyy. Anyway.
[more banner-ishy]
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v87/Tenneniel/NikoleBanner.jpg
This is Nikole, from the site I and a friend are creating. Nikole is the Goddess of Battle. She kicks ass. I should mention that. Her brother Nikolai is the God of Light. I have their histories written up; I’ll link to them and the site once they’re done being under construction.
Have I mentioned I adore the winged picture? I adore it. It’s perfect.
[heatsink horrors]
My heatsink is failing, and therefore I have to operate on a 3:1 ratio. What that means is- the fan that cools off my CPU is acting all effed up. Since I don’t want the CPU to melt (read, catastrophe akin to the computer exploding), I can only be on for an hour and the PC must be off for three. This is all crap, I’ve been ignoring the 3:1 ratio, but yeah. Nanny is enforcing it to the max. My uncle was supposed to get it replaced last weekend.
Then last week.
He’s missed all three of his deadlines, and I’m getting pissed.
[-clings to colby-]
I can’t remember if I shouted about this girl being disappeared, but all is well. She was at Lake Junalaska or something, and her ‘net service was cut off, now she’s using an AOL disc and all. Whatever. The good thing is, she’s not dead.
[what the hell am I good for?]
Okay. No more happy stuff. This, m’dears, is a rant. Either take it or leave it, I don’t give a damn, this is my journal and what-not. I was going to put it in a private post, but then I realized if I was acting strangely around certain individuals who worry incessantly, it would be hells easier to direct them to this post.
Lately, around the house, I’ve felt /really/ inferior and what-not. Scene-
-Steps out onto stage, monologues-
A couple of days ago, my dad (grandpa) had an optometrist appointment. Because he would have his pupils dilated, Nanny (grandma) went with him. I stayed home, to baby-sit Evan. Being in an exceptionally good mood, I started blasting Weezer, and vacuumed.
The entire living room.
The entire family room.
The hallways.
Their bedroom.
This after I had gone military on my bedroom and bathroom. Everything was shiny, I tell you, shiny. So, I flipped over the couch that must weigh twice as much as I do. The leather one that Catey and Stashia have seen I’m sure. I vacuumed under there. I flipped the recliners. Everything. Vacuum vacuum vacuum. I went on to sweep the kitchen. Then to the living room again, where I dusted and polished the entertainment center, cleaned the glass doors and the television. I cleaned her glass tables- shined them and everything. They looked wonderful.
I go back to the kitchen, listening to The Killers now, my brother still playing Xbox in the other room. I do some dishes. I get tired. I mean, really exhausted. I’ve been working for three hours straight and such. So I do some, and put the rest in to soak since they’re really grody. (Hey Stashii, that’s the accurate spelling! Wow!)
…
So they get home. Dad had a hole in his eye; they lasered it, it’s better now.
‘Course, you’d think it was Nanny with the hole in her eyeball, because she notices nothing. I point it out. She says thank you. The next day, of course, she’s washing the dishes and starts screaming. At me. Me. The one who cleaned her house. “You could have done these! You’re just lazy. See if I do you any damned favors, you never do anything for me!!!”
Really loud too, and that’s the censored version. -sigh- I have very little to say on this. Except she’s menopausal.
[tertiary bondage session]
On the 13th, I’ll be gone nearly all day. Going to Stashii’s for our last bondage session this summer. Will leave at 12.00 PM, will not get back till 12.00 PM the 14th. Sorry, those I roleplay with.
W00t, this is gonna be fun. Our last session because on the 14th, Olivia leaves to I-dunno-where. Stashii is getting back from South Dakota on the 11th, I think? So tomorrow. Yeah. That’s it, I think she is. I hope. Anyway. I might have to leave at 7.00 PM for church, and then be back at 8.30 PM… we’re doing a program called American Survivor, and if I made it in I /have/ to attend. There’s a $500 dollar prize. Worth that, rather. There’s a game system and what-not. See, I /was/ gonna ask Dan-dan about who made it in and all today, but we didn’t go to church. o.o;; Well, I’ll call Josh or something. In fact, I really should. I’ve not called him back and I should, but I just haven’t felt like talking to anyone.
[sigh.]
Signing off.
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