tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20040192203979066602024-03-08T16:50:19.831-06:00Who Says I'm Not Crazy?I like to think of myself as sanity-deprived, thank you very much.Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004019220397906660.post-48453215137137070232009-01-04T20:50:00.002-06:002009-01-04T20:55:48.492-06:00Grr.I was supposed to go Cassies and play Spore.<br /><br />She has yet to return my call. I even left her an awesome voice message. >.<<br /><br />Ah well.<br /><br />I've spent the entire day playing Sims 2 Pets, so it's not a super big deal.<br /><br />Speaking of which, I left it running to come upstairs and have a smoke.<br /><br />Yes, I smoke.<br /><br />Deal with it.<br /><br />That's basically all I've done today, besides watch Mik play Silent Hill.<br /><br />THAT GAME SERIES IS EXCRUCIATINGLY HORRIFYING!<br /><br />The people who made those games must be seriously demented. o.o<br /><br />Mik's got the newest version, whatever it's called. I think it's called Homecoming or something like that? He tried to get the ending where you can play as the Boogeyman, or as I like to call him, Triangle Head. But he didn't know he wasn't supposed to kill the mom, but let her die on the torture thingamajiggy she was rigged to, so he got the drowning ending instead. Now he has to start all over to get Triangle Head.<br /><br />I find it odd that you don't battle Triangle Head in the game. o_O Like, in the movie, he tried to kill the chick lady person, but in this game, you don't confront him head on. You just see him a few times. It's bizzare...<br /><br />Then again, the game itself is bizzare.<br /><br />Ah well.<br /><br />Time to have one last smoke before I go back to playing with puppies. ^_^ Yay puppies!Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004019220397906660.post-78894272964142875582009-01-04T03:32:00.004-06:002009-01-04T03:42:31.270-06:00^_^; Eheh, oopsies...I've been extremely sick for the past few days, so I apologize for not posting.<br /><br />^_^; Sorry!<br /><br />Nothing all that interesting has happened. Had to call in to work sick on Friday, went in on Saturday to check the schedule and get my paycheck.<br /><br />Oh.<br /><br />For some reason, I'm not on the schedule for this week. o_O Weird... Nobody knows why, either. I tried calling Lee to find out, but he didn't answer and hasn't called me back. Really weird...<br /><br />Well, I'll figure it out later today.<br /><br />Also, our paychecks didn't arrive in the mail. Mrs. Galbreicht felt bad and said she'd get them in as soon as possible. Not a big deal to me, I know it's gonna be smaller than usual since I had Christmas week off.<br /><br />I talked to my dad about getting me a job at his work. He works at Boston Scientific as an electrician person thingamajiggywhatthehellever. I dunno, some big fancy title thing. I'll have to look it up in one of his emails. He likes to send me emails from work when he's bored.<br /><br />I've also gotta finish filling out some forms for the MinnesotaCare health plan thing and for this dental thing. They want to pull my wisdom teeth out, but they have to be surgically removed because they're growing in sideways due to the way my jaw is shaped (it's medically smaller than usual) and they're not above the gum line.<br /><br />Whoo, anesthesia!<br /><br />That's gonna be fun. I plan on doing that tomorrow, after I call Lee again.<br /><br />Yesterday I felt a little better than I have been, so I went in to town with Mom. That's how I found out about the schedule and stuff. Then I went into town again later with Mik to get food, and ended up buying Spore. Sadly, it won't run on our PC because it's a giant waste of electronical blahdeblah space, so I'm going to return it today.<br /><br />I gots me a full day aheadz!<br /><br />Other than that, not much has been going on...<br /><br />Oh shoot, I just remembered I'd told Cassie I was gonna hang out with her today, too! >.< Oh for heaven's sake, I've gone and super-scheduled my day without realizing it! Crap! Crappity crap craptastic!<br /><br />I hate it when I do that...<br /><br />Well, I can get the dentist paperwork filled out tomorrow... And I can return Spore tomorrow, too... I'll just do other stuff tomorrow instead of today.<br /><br />Cassie has Spore, and she lets me play on her laptop when I have nothing better to do and she's not busy. ^_^ We might even go down to the mall or something. I could return Spore then, too. Sweet, two birds with one stone, booya!<br /><br />It's really late, and I've spent the better part of the past 6 hours playing Sims 2 Pets and watching Corpse Bride with Mik, so I think I'm gonna head to bed.<br /><br />Sorry this isn't a very long post. I'll have more to say tomorrow, maybe.Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004019220397906660.post-37743247072348758172009-01-01T03:20:00.002-06:002009-01-01T03:33:10.026-06:00Ice is evil.Today has been the day from hell.<br /><br />And I mean that most sincerely, too.<br /><br />I spent most of the afternoon, upon waking up, in the living room with a blanket wrapped over me, falling in and out of rather fitful sleep.<br /><br />My flu has progressed to the emo stage.<br /><br />As in, I wish I could off myself so I wasn't so miserable.<br /><br />Then I remembered I had to work at 5.<br /><br />Sadly, I remembered this at 4:15.<br /><br />Well, since I didn't have time to call in sick, I had to go in. So I got myself dressed and cleaned up relatively, got my car warmed up, and left for work.<br /><br />Had to pull over a few times from disorientation, but ah well. What choice did I have?<br /><br />I arrive at work, and my coworkers Kyle and Keith are both there. They took one look at me and said, "You should go home. You look like Death warmed over."<br /><br />"Oh, gee, thanks boys. It's so nice to know how pretty I am."<br /><br />"Well, we're just saying, you don't look well. But we're short staffed, so you're gonna be stuck here for a few hours. We'll try to get you out as soon as we can, okay?"<br /><br />"Fine. The sooner I can pass out, the better off I'll be."<br /><br />The fun thing was, we weren't bored.<br /><br />I had 12 deliveries by the time they cashed me out at 9. I made $60 total. Not bad, but I must've short changed myself without realizing it, because when I calculated my tips with the tip total on the computer, I should've had about $7 more, but then I remembered I bought Advil, which was $1.50. So I was short about $5, which I told Kyle was no big deal. If the till was over, he said he'd get me the $5 on Friday.<br /><br />He doesn't listen too well sometimes.<br /><br />The fun thing was, on my second-to-last delivery, I slipped on the guy's sidewalk and fell right on my bad hip.<br /><br />Oh, by the way, I have an emo right hip.<br /><br />It likes to move out of place and send me to the chiropractor a lot. :D<br /><br />So I fell right on my bad hip, and dropped their food.<br /><br />The miraculous thing was, it fell right-side-up, and none of the food was compromised. Thank god. I felt so bad about dropping it, I told the guy he could call in and get a new order delivered if anything was wrong.<br /><br />He didn't call in, so I'm assuming it turned out just fine.<br /><br />Too bad I've been losing feeling in my right leg all night. >.< Like right now.<br /><br />Oooooowwwwwwwww...<br /><br />After clocking out, James wanted to play D&D at Joe's house. So I went, bought chips for everybody and Mickey D's for me and Bronson, then we played us some D&D goodness until about 12:30.<br /><br />Sadly, I forgot my glasses case at his house, so I have to go get that tomorrow.<br /><br />I'm going to town anyway to see if I can get my hands on Fable 2, so it's not a super big deal. Still sucks, though.<br /><br />Then I came home, watched Twilight Zone and Dogtown on NatGeo (hush, I like informative tv channels, so sue me), hopped on PP for about an hour or so to say Happy New Year to everyone, and now I'm here, typing for your viewing pleasure.<br /><br />Whoo.<br /><br />Well, my face hurts like hell, my ears keep popping, my leg is killing me, and my cheeks burn, so I'm going to bed.<br /><br />Night kids.Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004019220397906660.post-66918499269319878672008-12-30T03:23:00.003-06:002008-12-30T04:01:19.666-06:00Delivering pizzas is a pain when you almost fall on your butt. At least ten times.Funny thing is, I only had like, 7 deliveries.<br /><br />Yeah...<br /><br />So here's how today went:<br /><br />Woke up this morning to 4 text messages. Well, okay. First time I woke up, I only had 1. I replied saying there is no honest-to-goodness reason for ANYONE to be awake at frickin' 7:30 in the morning, let alone be texting me, who sleeps until like, noon. NEVER EVER TEXT ME BEFORE NOON UNLESS I TEXT YOU FIRST.<br /><br />EVER.<br /><br />I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU, SO HELP ME GOD.<br /><br />Anyway, woke up to 4 text messages. One was from Anna, talking about how her dog Lucy had puppies, and going into details, and blahblahblah SHUT THE FRICK UP ALREADY, WOMAN.<br /><br />One was from James, saying we were gonna have Game Night tonight at Perkins. We usually do this one every week or two weeks, depending on people's availability. Well, since I was supposed to close at work, I couldn't guarantee my availability, but I said I'd try.<br /><br />One was from Lindsey, the girl I hung out with on Saturday, asking the name of this song I have on my iPod that she thought was weird. [By the way, Ludo's "Love Me Dead" was the one she was asking about.]<br /><br />The last one was from Anna again, lol'ing at me for capslocking the piss out of her for texting me so damn early.<br /><br />So not funny, dammit.<br /><br />After I deigned myself to getting out of bed, I took a nice, hot shower, which I kinda sorta really needed (I usually take a shower every two days, but sometimes I wait three), then I got everything ready for work so I wouldn't have to do it later, and hopped on the compy to play PP.<br /><br />When I have spare time, this is usually what I do.<br /><br />Either that or James makes me go out and do junk with him so I'm not cooped up in the house all day. Aren't friends awesome? -_-<br /><br />So I got on PP, and a flag friend of ours named Eternity was holding a Cursed Isles hunt.<br /><br />Cursed Isles are like those SMH things I explained last night, but you fight zombies and cultists instead of sea monsters, and you have to forage for treasure instead of Treasure Hauling it. Both are puzzles similar to Bilging, except TH is up-and-down, and Foraging is one 2x2 square you can turn left or right to clear rows of three or more.<br /><br />Anyway, E was holding a CI, and kind of as a joke, I applied. I rarely ever get on CI's unless I'm invited by a friend, but E decided to give me a chance, which was awfully nice of her. ^_^ Sadly, I did horrible with sails and foraging, though I did quite well with rumble and SF and bilge.<br /><br />Okay, I didn't do that horrible, just not as good as I usually do. Which is generally pretty damn good.<br /><br />After the CI was done, I had just enough time to quick brush my teeth, start my car, let Maddie (our fatso Cocker Spaniel) out, grab whatever else I needed from the house, and leave for work.<br /><br />That's when Chris decided to text me saying he was bored.<br /><br />For real, kid, do I look like I care? I seriously do NOT like you WHATSOEVER. LEAVE ME THE FRICK ALONE ALREADY.<br /><br />CAN YOU NOT TAKE A HINT!?<br /><br />Jeeze...<br /><br />...<br /><br />Crap, I just noticed it's frickin' snowing. >.<>.><br /><br />So Chris starts texting me, and in an attempt to get him to STFU, I gave one word replies. That generally works, but then he gets all emo whiney on me and that's when I turn my phone off. ^_^ Oopsies, too bad for you, Chris!<br /><br />When I get to work, I started feeling really icky. Like, nauseous and dizzy. Then I find out one of my coworkers, Scott, got so sick last night, he was throwing up in the bathroom and they had to send him home.<br /><br />Oh great.<br /><br />Now, generally, when I get the flu, I don't throw up. Unless it's an extreme case, but otherwise, I am very good at avoiding puking.<br /><br />Mostly because when I do puke, it's quite violent, and then I get those little red dots around my eyes and cheeks and I end up unable to move for quite some time.<br /><br />Yeah, no thank you.<br /><br />So they made Scott go home, and gave him today off. Thus, I had to close with Lee, my boss.<br /><br />Lee's a good guy and all, but I'd never closed with him, so I was a little worried about what I'd have to do. Usually, I just do dishes. Sometimes Josh makes me mop, too, but other than that, it's dish duty for me. But that's because Dave always does them when he closes with someone else, and Scott likes to do everything, but feels I should have the chance to choose what I would like to do, and since I hate sweeping, he lets me do dishes instead.<br /><br />To say the least, tonight was relatively slow, with a few busy spells here and there.<br /><br />But at least I got me an $8 tip. ^_^ YAY!<br /><br />Around 8:45, Brandon decides to let me go home. Brandon is the manager. He's really nice to me, when he's not busy ganging up on me with Dave or Kyle or Josh, or all of 'em. When they're all together, I tend to get picked on more often. ^_^; Ah well, they're like big brothers to me, so I don't mind. They can be super nice when they want to be.<br /><br />I cashed out with $41.56, after mileage totals and bonus mile totals.<br /><br />See, here's how tips work for us:<br /><br />We get all of our money, which is in our individual drop boxes, counted up.<br /><br />Then there's a mileage total, which is calculated based on delivery times and (if the address is in the map database) how far away a house is from the store. Now, longer delivery times make for better mileage totals, but we want to keep our delivery times as low as we can. That gives the store a better rating in the national system. But since we have the largest delivery area in the state, sometimes it's a bit hard to keep them low; we're generally under 30 minutes, though, even with doubles. Sometimes doubles make it under 40, and every so often we get triples. Those stay under 40, for the most part, as well. We're just that awesome.<br /><br />Then there's the bonus miles. These are just additional $.50 per long run/Isanti run, since Isanti is about 6 miles from Cambridge.<br /><br />Add all of those up, and that's how much we get when we cash out.<br /><br />I only made $28 something in just tips, and an extra $1 for two Isanti runs. The rest was mileage.<br /><br />That's how it works.<br /><br />So after I'd been cashed out and clocked out, got my sign off my car and was all ready to go, I decided to run to Wal-Mart to pick up oil.<br /><br />Velma's been acting up lately, so I thought she was thirsty.<br /><br />She had half a thingy of oil in her, but I topped her off to be on the safe side.<br /><br />While I was there, I decided I was gonna buy Fable 2. I loved the first game, and I'd heard good things about the second. And since I'd gotten that Visa gift card, and that lovely $41.56, I figured it wouldn't hurt to get me another game.<br /><br />Wal-Mart was out.<br /><br />'Okay,' I thought, 'I'll just check Target. I remember seeing it there.'<br /><br />No luck; they were out, too.<br /><br />So I pouted my way out of Target when James told me to call him. He was on his way to town, but he needed to talk to someone while he drove.<br /><br />James gets panic attacks sometimes, but they tend to escalate while he's driving if he doesn't know where he is/doesn't have someone he knows talking to him or driving behind him. So he'll call me or ask me to call him. No big deal, I don't mind helping him out.<br /><br />We talked for a bit, then I headed over to Perkins for our game night. This was around 9:15 or so.<br /><br />Well, we played Apples to Apples and Uno, then sat around and chatted until about 11:30 or so. Then we all decided to go home. James needed a ride, and I wanted to watch him play Fallout 3 (he kept saying it was amazing, so why not?), so I drove him home and sat on his couch downstairs for about an hour before his mom came down and said I should move my car out of the street.<br /><br />Apparently you can get a ticket if your car sits out on the street after midnight...? o_O Weird, yeah?<br /><br />I decided to take my leave then, and came home. Jumped into pajamas, got everything set up for sleep, then proceeded to play PP some more.<br /><br />Oh, now that I remember...<br /><br />I'm supposed to say something about my friend, Dricenticore.<br /><br />HI DRICE! <3 ^_^ lol<br /><br />Well, now that I've gone and babbled like a complete moron for almost 30 minutes, I should probably go to bed now before my back decides to implode on me.<br /><br />That would be a bad thing...<br /><br />Off to bed for the Kika! Whee!Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004019220397906660.post-37172537926207938672008-12-29T02:47:00.002-06:002008-12-29T03:20:46.908-06:00Did you know the flu can run?Because it's running rampant throughout central MN, and lucky me, I caught it. :D YAY!<br /><br />Not.<br /><br />Remember how I went to my friend Lindsey's fiance's family's house? Yes, that was a bit of a mouthfull, but just bear with me. Well, half the household has the flu.<br /><br />I believe I caught it from them. Oh joy.<br /><br />James has it, too, and so does Mik and Mom, and a bunch of other friends of mine. As I said, it's running rampant.<br /><br />So here's how it works:<br /><br /><ol><li>You start out just a little tired. Y'know, your eyes hurt, your body gets lethargic, kind of like you haven't slept well in a while.</li><li>Next day, your entire body hurts like hell.</li><li>After a couple of hours, your sinuses start to hurt a little, which may give you a minor headache around the eyes.</li><li>Your back starts to feel like you've been lifting heavy stuff you shouldn't've been lifting.</li><li>The lethargy gets worse.</li><li>Soon, it's so bad, your knees are almost buckling just from walking around the house.</li><li>No matter how warm your house is, you're freezing.</li><li>You get random bouts of extreme sleepiness, but if you don't go to sleep when you get sleepy, they go away and you wish you had gone to bed.</li><li>You slowly lose some of your fine motor skills from the lethargy.</li><li>By the third day, you feel so shitty, you're about ready to roll over in bed and just not wake up, followed by the procession of symptoms listed before this.</li></ol><p>Yeah... I am not looking forward to tomorrow...</p><p> </p><p>So basically I've spent my entire day playing The Sims 2: Pets and Puzzle Pirates, with the occassional House episode on USA channel. They have a marathon on. Er, well, probably by now, it's Had.</p><p>The fun thing is, I was supposed to work today. Oh, this is kind of a cute story...</p><p> </p><p>I called in to work to see what time I was supposed to come in. See, I put all my important scheduling crap into my phone's Calander application so it'll make noise when I'm supposed to leave or do something, in case I forget. I'd forgotten to put in my work schedule, since I had all last week off to spend with Ky.</p><p>We remember how that panned out.</p><p>Anyway, I knew I worked today, but I didn't know what time. So I called in to Domino's and my coworker Kyle answered. Though, my ears were so fuzzy, he sounded like Keith, so I accidentally called him Keith... ^_^; SORRY KYLE!</p><p>Kyle told me I worked at 4. I was like, "Oh joy... Alright, I'll be there at 4, then." This was at about noon.</p><p>2:30 rolls around, and he calls me back.</p><p>"Hey Mon, I just talked to Lee, and he says you can stay home today."</p><p>"Oh? Why?"</p><p>"Well, because when you called earlier, you sounded pretty sick, and I know there's been a bug floating around. So I told Lee" Lee's the boss/owner of the store, "that you weren't feeling well, and he said it was okay if you stayed home since we've been doing pretty bad in sales, what with Christmas taking up everybody's money and stuff. So yeah, enjoy the night off, and feel better. See you tomorrow at 4:30."</p><p>"Aw, thanks Kyle, you're so sweet."</p><p>"Yeah, well, I don't wanna catch what you got, so get rid of it already, will ya?"</p><p>"Ha ha, very funny, asshole. *laughs* See you tomorrow."</p><p>^_^ My coworkers rule. It pays to be the only female driver, and the only other female worker. The other girl's name is Becca, and she's in Mik's grade, a senior. The boys like to pick on us a lot, but we've had our moments of glory... Ah, and they were amazing moments, too...</p><p> </p><p>Anyway, as I said earlier, I play this game called Puzzle Pirates.</p><p>Puzzle Pirates is an MMORPG (Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game, like WoW or Runescape). Basically you have to do these puzzles to do things. There are duty puzzles, which are sailing, bilging, carpentry, gunning, navigating, battle navigating, and things like that, there are carousing puzzles, like Hearts and Poker and Drinking and such, and there are working puzzles, such as Shipwrightery and Alchemistry and Distilling and Iron Working and Foraging, blahblahblah. You can join a pirate crew and work your way up the ranks, and almost every crew is in a pirate flag. Think of it like guilds and stuff on WoW. Same concept.</p><p>I was playing PP, on a Sea Monster Hunt (y'know, it'd just be easier if y'all would play the game so I wouldn't have to explain it... Just google it already), when the Executive Officer wanted more pirates to sail. So I figured, why not, I'm decently good at sails, and she was threatening to plank anyone not on a station (lazers).</p><p>Yeah, that didn't last very long...</p><p>Like I said earlier, this bug slightly inhibits the fine motor skills, which makes typing and puzzling rather difficult. Trust me, I'm having a hard enough time trying to keep the spelling errors to a minimum, and I am a spectacular speller.</p><p>So I was like, "Okay, sailing is so not working for me. Let's try bilging."</p><p>Bilging is a bit easier, because all you have to do is click the mouse to move the bubble things, while Sailing requires you to use the keyboard arrows.</p><p>That didn't work so well, either.</p><p>Finally I said, "Okay, screw this. I'll just laze and defend the ship."</p><p>So I sat and sword-fought the sea monsters that came aboard. While SFing requires those damn arrows, it goes nice and slow if you don't use the space bar, so it's not so hard to do when your fingers rebel against your commands.</p><p>After the SMH, several friends kept asking me to sail for them. And I kept telling them I couldn't because I'm sick. Yet they kept asking...</p><p>Later, I was sitting in the inn on Admiral Island, in the Sage ocean (the servers are called oceans, and each server's name is a color. The subscription servers are shades of blue, the free ones are shades of green, and the German server is... something I don't pay attention to because I frickin' don't speak German), when one of my flagmates told me there were Zombies on another island called Jack's Last Gift.</p><p>See, at random times during the day, PP will send out Zombies or Skeletons for us to fight. Zombies rumble, which is like that old Bust-A-Move game for the Nintendo 64 (that game PWNS AND I WISH I OWNED IT!!! D:), and Skellies SF, which is kind of like Tetris, but with two-piece rectangles you can manipulate with the arrows. I like rumbling more than SFing because I am the queen of Bust-A-Move, and whenever I rumble, it reminds me of those little mini Godzilla-turned-chibi things, and how it'd say "READY? GO!"</p><p>So I was on Jack's rumbling against the 14 zombies when I noticed my friend Danimald there. He makes me giggle. :D I gave him a link for this, and I hope he reads it.</p><p> </p><p>HI DAN, I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU! ^_^</p><p> </p><p>Anyway, he lost pretty quickly. Now, in my opinion, rumble is easy as cake. It's basically nothing but Geometry for me; all angles and lines and stuff, just like playing pool. Which is another thing I'm pretty good at. So he lost quickly, and I was like, "Well, what the heck, Dan, zombies are easy!" And he was like "Yeah, well, there were 5 on me, so :P" I replied, "Still, they're easy."</p><p>After the zombie fray, there were skellies on Terjit Island. So we went there.</p><p>Well, the group lost the first fray, because some kids just couldn't hold on to their panties and voted to start early.</p><p>See, you have to vote before you can start a fray, and they have to have at least half of the people's votes to start. It evens things out that way.</p><p>As I said before, I like rumble more than SF. Mostly because I'm not that good at SF. Don't get me wrong, I pwn at Tetris. I just don't like SF.</p><p>I died pretty quickly.</p><p>Dan didn't.</p><p>We get back to the inn, and he starts giving me crap for dying so fast. Which is fair, since I gave him crap for the zombies, but I told him flat out, I just don't like SF as much as I love rumbling.</p><p>After that, I got reeeeeally tired and logged out. And now I'm here! :D</p><p>Anyway, my back is freakin' killing me, so I'm gonna go to bed before I end up with QWERTY plastered on my forehead, because I am so close to headdesking it ain't even funny.</p>Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004019220397906660.post-55765950387230284182008-12-28T03:01:00.002-06:002008-12-28T03:35:41.679-06:00Puppies make the world go round. Well, okay, they make MY world go round.Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!!!<br /><br />Okay, so last night, my friend Lindsey called me asking for advice.<br /><br />Now, it wasn't the usual advice I tend to give.<br /><br />No.<br /><br />She wanted puppy advice.<br /><br />You see, I took a few courses on animal vet care and have read my fair share of dog books, lectures, medical blahdeblah, so on and yada yada yada. I'm a huge nerd like that. Almost all of my friends know this, so whenever they have doggy problems, I'm usually the first person they turn to if they can't figure it out on their own/the web.<br /><br />So Lindsey's sister wanted to get her kids a puppy for Christmas, but the plan had fallen through at the last minute. The kids knew, and so they were extremely upset. Lindsey tried to look online for dog breeders and for information on puppies and kids and stuff. When her search proved fruitless, she called me, all frantic and frazzled and quite desperate.<br /><br />For clarification purposes, my statements will be the bolded quotes.<br /><br />"KIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAA, I NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED YOUR HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"<br /><br /><strong>"Er... Uh, okay? You're gonna need to be a bit more specific, hun."</strong><br /><br />"Puppy help, please?"<br /><br /><strong>"Ah. At your service."</strong><br /><br />"What's a good dog breed for kids?"<br /><br /><strong>"... Ages, number of, housing situation?"</strong><br /><br />"3 and 5, obviously two, townhouse."<br /><br /><strong>"Yard?"</strong><br /><br />"Uh, kind of."<br /><br /><strong>"I'm assuming small."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />"Yeah."<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>"Okay. Now, define townhouse. Where at, exactly?"</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />"Right in Cambridge, down Old Main St. S."<br /><br /><strong>"Those tall, skinny things down on 19th?"</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />"Yeah."<br /><br /><strong>"... Alright, give me a second to think... Why are you asking, anyway?"</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />"Because my sister wanted to get her kids a puppy, but she wasn't able to do it for Christmas and they're suuuuuper upset because they knew about it and now she's trying to find a puppy for them and I'm trying to help but Google is being stupid and I can't figure anything out and UGH!"<br /><br /><strong>"... Okay... Breathing is good for you... Alright. My best suggestion is a smaller dog, probably not a puppy. Adult size would be about knee-high, and you're going to want one that's not gonna want to run around like crazy, dig holes, chase things, or get into everything. Honestly, though this isn't a knee-high dog, I would suggest a retriever, though not a lab. Unless you want a dumb dog." </strong>No offense to labs, but for real, they are NOT that smart unless they are extremely well trained.<br /><br />"Okay. I don't suppose you'd want to help me pick one out like, in person?"<br /><br /><strong>"... Elaborate please."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />"There's an adoption thing tomorrow down at the Burnsville PetCo, and I wanted to go there and scope out a puppy for her."<br /><br /><strong>"That's not a bad idea, adoption is a wonderful way to go. Sure, I'll go. I could use a pick-me-up, and puppies always put me in a good mood."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />"Great! Thank you so much!"<br /><br /><strong>"Any time, hun."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />So, about an hour later, she calls me back and tells me her sister found a Huskey/German Shepherd mix pup. Not exactly what I would pick for the family's situation, but it's not my place to say anything. She still wanted to go to the adoption thing, and we hadn't seen each other in a long while, so I was game. Hello, puppy palooza, like hell I was gonna say no.<br /><br />To say the least, I woke up rather late to her calling me at about 12:30 pm, ran around like a chicken with my head cut off getting ready to leave, and got there around 2. She lives down on the north side of St. Paul with her fiance Charlie and his family, who loves me because I pwn. :D<br /><br />We got to the PetCo at about 2:30 or so. Let me tell you this; Minnesota drivers tend to be stupid as shit.<br /><br />Seriously.<br /><br />Anyway, we get there, and we just about die from the adorable-ness that is puppy/dog happy goodness. We pet almost every canine, got to take a few out of their kennels, and had to force ourselves to leave around 3:45.<br /><br />Before I continue, there is something I must admit.<br /><br />I fell in love.<br /><br />With a white German Shepherd puppy named Sarah.<br /><br />OH MY GOD, SHE WAS SO ADORABLE! After I'd put antibacterial stuffs on my hands (puppies are extremely susceptable to the Parvo virus, which can kill them within 24 hours, and which we carry) and forked over my driver's license (apparently people have been known to walk away with the puppies...?), I was allowed to hold Sarah, and Lindsey held her twin brother, Seth. She was so soft and calm and sweet, I wanted to take her home right that minute. But the rescue agency who was holding the adoption thing was asking $450 for her, and I didn't have that kind of money on me. Plus, you have to be 21 to adopt from them, and they have a whole list of other requirements that I didn't quite fit. It made me very sad. :(<br /><br />Also, Mom wouldn't let me have her, even though I argued my case quite nicely, if I do say so myself. She doesn't want any more dogs in the house; we already have four Cocker Spaniels and two cats, though they are mousers/outside cats who stay in the Shop most of the time (the Shop is our old garage, before we build the attached garage several years ago. Dad now uses it as his personal hang-out spot/workshop).<br /><br />I can understand her point of view, but come on! SHE WAS JUST SO SWEET AND LOVING AND SHE NEEDED A HOME AND I DIDN'T WANT TO JUST LEAVE HER ALL ALONE! D:<br /><br />>.< Dammit.<br /><br />Oh well. When I move out, I'll get a puppy.<br /><br />The rest of my day was as follows:<br /><ul><li>I talked to Ky for a while about why I'd gotten mad at him, then about Sarah. Then he got all retarded on me and was like, "You can't have a puppy, it'll be killed." So I asked why, and he said, "Because I'd kill it? They're just so adorable when they're all bloody and clinging to life and taking their last breath... lol" That's when I told him to remind me NEVER to have his children, and THAT is when the conversation just got super silly...</li><li>Our friend Tim came up and we watched Blood and Chocolate, which was amazing, but an extreme disappointment since I'd read the book and it SO didnt follow the book WHATSOEVER.</li><li>I got to talk to Gizmo (Charlie's dad), who is just way too much fun to talk to. Apparently he wishes a girl like Me was dating Charlie instead of Lindsey, because the two of them are way too different. Which I can understand, but y'know, they love each other, and I'm sorry, I have Ky and I don't like Charlie that way. Gizmo replied, "That's a shame... I wouldn't mind having you in the family at all." I must warn you all now, that family is nothing if not the epitome of nerdness. Star Wars, Dungeons and Dragons, WoW, sci-fi conventions... Yeah... I can only be so nerdy myself, that just goes too far for me. I still love them anyway, because they're all super awesome, but I don't think I could handle living in that household.</li><li>Lindsey came back to Cambridge with me to stay at her sister's, and we got to meet the new puppy named Kiana, and watch 28 Days Later, which James said I had to see. I don't know why, it was really REALLY weird toward the end. Gizmo recommended it, too, though, so I borrowed it from him.</li><li>I came home and looked up more information on the rescue group from the adoption thing. They're called Homeward Bound, and I highly suggest you guys look them up. You can find their information at: <a href="http://www.homewardboundrescue.com/">www.homewardboundrescue.com</a> I also sent them an email praising them for their wonderful adoption thing and asking for more information on Sarah and Seth. For real, check out their website!</li></ul><p>And then I got on here and started typing. :D Yay, we've come full circle!</p><p>Next, I'll get to catch some Zzz's! Double yay!</p>Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004019220397906660.post-79872347112867456832008-12-27T03:06:00.006-06:002008-12-27T03:37:00.041-06:00Boyfriends are great, until they forget you exist when you're right in front of them.Kyle has this habit.<br /><br />It's a bad habit.<br /><br />When we're hanging out with a girl he knows has the major hots for him, he tends to forget I'm right there.<br /><br />Do I frickin' look invisible to you, asshole?<br /><br />-_- Apparently so.<br /><br />Here's the lowdown:<br /><br /><ul><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Thursday night, Christmas, we were supposed to hang out again. Why I even bothered giving him a third chance is beyond me, but I did it anyway. He was supposed to call around 6.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">At about 8:30, I called and told him he could go fuck himself, I was sick of being forgotten. Two minutes later, he called back saying he was trying to finish up packing his stuff. Yeah, right. And I'm the queen of Ireland.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">He said he'd call when he was finished.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">I called again around 10:15, because I was so effin' frustrated and was seriously this close to killing off my entire family. He'd finished packing an hour ago. "Oh, I forgot to call you." Yeah, uh huh, right...</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">I take my jolly old sweet time getting my shit together, brushing my teeth and hair and junk. I'm about two minutes out of the driveway when he calls again. "Where are you? Why aren't you here yet?" Who the frick do you think you are, mister? My keeper? I am not your pet, I'll get there when I effin' get there, jerk.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">I get there, we have amazingly awesome hotel sex (which is quite different than normal sex because complete strangers could potentially hear you through the walls, so you have to shove your hand over your mouth to keep the noise level down), I start playing a computer game, he goes to take a nap. Just a catnap, he claims, should only take him 15 minutes.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Half an hour later, he's snoring. I'm exhausted, don't know how to do anything with his laptop, so I wake him up so he can do it. Then I turned off the light, and crawled in bed with him. ... What, did you think I was gonna sleep on the floor? o_O</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">We got absolutely no sleep. For one thing, he wouldn't stop playing footsie with my toes. And that boy has COLD FEET. Literally. For another thing, every time I'd roll over, he'd whine and roll over, too. Which didn't help. I roll over a lot. >_> Then he decided to TICKLE ME, which made me have to pee so bad. So I went pee. THEN he tried to have sex again. That flew over like a fart in church, it hurt like hell and I had to shove his ass down to get back under the covers. I felt a bit bad for leaving him hanging like that, but dude, when it hurts, it HURTS.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">We wake up after the shitty sleep, and I went downstairs and got me some waffle goodness. Which made me sick.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Like, really sick.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">He hopped on his laptop and started IMing people. Being the relatively polite person I am, I avoided reading the messages. Now, I think I should've payed attention.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">About an hour after that, our friend Miranda miraculously appears at the door. I'm like, 'What the hell?' but I didn't say anything rude. It wasn't worth it.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Of course, she's had a huge thing for him since we were all in school together.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">-_- Of course.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">At this point, I have become the Invisible Kika. Which I love, truly I do. >.<</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Checkout time comes by, and we pile into my car. He wants to go to Target. Oh joy. Target the day after Christmas... At least I bought me a computer game...</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Well, the entire time we were out and about, she was hanging all over him, and he wasn't complaining. This set me off.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Then we went to Perkins and had something to eat. That was fun. I spent the entire time avoiding eye contact so he wouldn't see how mad I was. And he had the balls to ask what's wrong...</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">By now, he was ready to get going. Today was his last day in Minnesota. His flight left at 5. It was about 1:15, and his mom wanted to hang out with him. Not a big deal, that. I mean, she is his mom.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">So I dropped Miranda off at her house. Oh, NOW he remembers who exactly is driving this car. He starts trying to act all cute and shit, and I was NOT gonna have it. No. No no no. Not after that.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Well, to put it mildly, I have noooooo resolve when it comes to that retard. Eventually I caved, and we held hands the rest of the way to his mom's. At least, until the roads got icky-nast and I needed two hands.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">We get there, and he's already on the phone with another girl. For real, why do I put up with this idiot player? It can't be the sex, we can only do it like, once, maybe twice a day because he's just that big and I'm just that small. >.<></span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">I wanted to tell him why I was mad, because I'm pretty damn sure he still has no idea why I acted the way I did, even though he knows damn good and well how much I hate it when he treats me like that. But I kept my mouth shut and avoided eye contact some more. By this time, I'm damn near to tears.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">He gets out of the car, saying "Heart you!" and I drive away. This is where I break into tears and scream and hit my steering wheel and eventually have to pull over because I couldn't really see anymore, my glasses had gotten all smudged.</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">I've yet to hear from him. Which doesn't surprise me that much, but y'know. It wouldn't hurt to call, maybe try to figure out why I was so upset, possibly consolidate for his stupidity...</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">So that was my Christmas evening/day after. And I'm about to go to bed and scream in my pillow for a good... Oh, about 20 minutes before I get a headache and need to take some ibuprophen.</span></em></li></ul><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">At least I get to go down to Burnsville and look at puppies up for adoption. ^_^ Yay puppies and their adorable cuteness!</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Easiest way to cheer a woman up: show her a puppy.</span></p><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span>Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004019220397906660.post-18383071856422672762008-12-25T01:38:00.002-06:002008-12-25T01:41:15.250-06:00Merry Christmas. Too bad it already sucks balls.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tonight, again, was supposed to be my and Ky's night.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Well, so much for that idea.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">It's frickin' 1:37 in the morning, and he hasn't called or texted or anything.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">He frickin' forgot.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Again.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">So I wrote him a letter, which I might send in the morning. I'm gonna wait one more hour, and if I get nothing, he's getting this letter.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">But I thought it might make me feel better to post it on here, so here you go.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><div align="center"><strong>You know what? I give up. Twice in one week you went and forgot we were supposed to hang out. We were supposed to be together. Oh shit, that's right.<br /><br />Well, fuck you, too, asshole. I'm done. If this is how you're going to treat me, you can go and be an island again for all I care. I'm not gonna sit up until 5 in the morning thinking, 'Oh, maybe he'll call in the next five minutes. Well, maybe the NEXT five minutes. Okay, I'll wait ANOTHER 5 minutes.'<br /><br />Fuck that shit.<br /><br />I have better things I could be doing with my time.<br /><br />Like actually being happy, or being appreciated, for instance. There we go, that sounds like a dandy idea! Let's go with that!<br /><br />No more chances, Kyle. You've used them all up. I don't care what excuse you may think you have. You forgot. Again. That's all there is to it. I'm through being forgotten, and if that means I have to stop caring about you, so be it.<br /><br />I can't take it anymore.<br /><br />So have a merry fucking Christmas, and I fucking hope you burn in hell.</strong></div>Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004019220397906660.post-52083052266812231012008-12-24T20:04:00.002-06:002008-12-24T20:09:51.609-06:00Men make me lawl.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My friend Hal Licino on hubpages.com likes to be a silly old coot sometimes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Like, really. He is just plain funny.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Y'all should check out his stuff.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Anyway, he wrote a silly poem using the T'was the Night Before Christmas, and twisting it up a bit to portray the bailouts of the automotive companies here in the US.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">So, of course, I commented on it, saying it made me giggle, and that it would be nice to have a poem written for me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Ah, Hal, you are such a dork...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">He went and actually wrote a poem for me! xD</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I thought I'd share with you Hal's Ode to Kika, or so I've titled it. :P</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Here we go!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><div align="center">Let me tell you about Kika Rose,<br />While I sit in my Xmas repose,<br />From the time I arose,<br />I'll open my Xmas bows,<br />While outside it snows and snows,<br />I hope I don't impose,<br />Through my highs and lows,<br />When I discuss her exquisite nose,<br />Her impeccable clothes,<br />A figure like Monroe's,<br />The boys she has in rows,<br />All the average Joes,<br />And all their average bro's,<br />Who can only dream to be close,<br />To be the man she chose,<br />And in their arms enclose,<br />That Minnesota rose,<br />And the graces she bestows,<br />As her online fame grows,<br />And everybody knows,<br />That no one may oppose,<br />There's no room to juxtapose,<br />Or to phrases transpose,<br />While the air outside froze,<br />This poem truly shows,<br />That Kika really glows,<br />She'll appreciate, I suppose,<br />My Xmas gift of prose!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">lol! Isn't that sweet? It's a little odd, coming from an old guy like him to li'l o'le me, but it's still cute. :P Thanks Hal! ^_^</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Now to watch my mother attempt to wrap my Christmas present... :D</span></div>Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004019220397906660.post-33981163158530481922008-12-24T01:48:00.002-06:002008-12-24T02:01:19.522-06:00I believe apologies are in order, and it's a damn good thing I got them.All day long, I kept waiting for Ky to call or IM me.<br /><br />Kept waiting for some sort of explanation.<br /><br />Some sort of excuse.<br /><br />Something.<br /><br />So I waited, and I waited, and I waited some more while I did other stuff.<br /><br />Nothing.<br /><br />Finally, later in the evening, I get a text IM.<br /><br />After some bitching, he was like "Oh, shit, that's right... We were supposed to hang out..."<br /><br />"Yeah, dipshit. We were supposed to hang out."<br /><br />"Oops."<br /><br />...<br /><br />Oops?<br /><br />Excuse me?<br /><br />Is that all you have to say for yourself? 'Oops'?<br /><br />What the frick.<br /><br />Well, I was so mad, I was this close to saying Screw it, returning his damn Christmas present, and not seeing him at all this year. So I told him he'd better let me drop off his and his brother's gifts before I actually followed through with my impulses.<br /><br />So I went to the Country Inn in Cambridge, and called him when I got to the lobby.<br /><br />"Okay, I'm here. Come get your present."<br /><br />"No."<br /><br />"... No?"<br /><br />"No."<br /><br />"What do you mean, no? I drove all the frickin' way up here to deliver these gifts, you better frickin' get your fat ass in this lobby before I turn around and not give you anything."<br /><br />"Tch, whatever woman, I'll do what I want."<br /><br />At this point, I knew he was just being silly, trying to get me to cheer up. Whatever, if he wants to be a dork, who am I to stop him?<br /><br />"... Kyle, I can hear you in the hallway."<br /><br />"Who says that's me?"<br /><br />"I can HEAR you."<br /><br />"You're hearing things again!"<br /><br />"... Okay, now I see your shadow."<br /><br />"What the hell, I'm still in California. Now you're just being weird."<br /><br />"I CAN SEE YOU. YOU'RE RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME."<br /><br />"No I'm not."<br /><br />The lobbyist, having heard my half of the conversation and now his, and also being able to see him, starts laughing.<br /><br />"Ky, you're being an idiot. You're right there, getting more apple cider."<br /><br />"Nuh uh."<br /><br />I put the phone down by my leg. "Kyle Reese, you're right frickin' there."<br /><br />Still talking into the phone, he replies, "Blasphemy! Seriously, woman, I'm still on base. What the hell are you talking about?"<br /><br />More silliness ensued, and finally I went over to him and shut his phone.<br /><br />"Well, that was awfully rude, I was talking to my friend Kika."<br /><br />"You retard, I'm right in front of you."<br /><br />"No you're not, you're actually below my eye level."<br /><br />"... Fuck you, asshole."<br /><br />So I gave him his and his brother's presents, we talked for a bit, and I left. After I got my damned apology, though.<br /><br />^_^<br /><br />Oddly enough, I have no idea if he even got me anything...<br /><br />Oh well, frankly, I don't give a damn. I delivered the gifts, and that's good enough for me right now.<br /><br />Well, I have a super bad headache coming on right behind my eyes, so I'm going to bed. Night everyone.Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004019220397906660.post-52603828281111605442008-12-23T04:22:00.003-06:002008-12-23T04:52:30.767-06:00Why does life have to hate me right when I need a pick-me-up?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today started out alright. Kind of.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I woke up sometime around noonish, finding a text on my phone from James, who wanted me to go Christmas shopping with him. Well, I wasn't feeling all that great, but I didn't want to stay in the house all day, so I told him I was gonna get some more sleep, then I would go.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Sleep never came back to me. So instead, I attempted to use my mother's electric razor thing to shave my legs.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">What? They needed shaving, and I'd never used an electric razor before.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Well, that didn't entirely work as I'd hoped, so I used a regular razor instead. Then I trimmed the shrubbary, found some clothes to wear, brushed my teeth, and stopped in the middle of my bedroom when I remembered what day it was.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">It was the 22nd.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Tonight was to be mine and Ky's together night!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Remembering this, I decided to wear the "sexy" lingere I'd bought just for him. I say "sexy" because it's hard to find myself sexy. Ah, the joys of having nearly no self esteem in the physical appearance department...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Anyway, I put on the knee-high lace stockings, the garter, the lace underwear, the lace bra, then proceeded to put my clothes on. T'was a bit uncomfortable, but nothing unmanageable. Shrugging off the weird feeling I had, I finished up getting ready, went to warm up the car, then texted James to let him know I couldn't sleep and was actually ready to leave the house.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">All was relatively fine until we started shopping.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">You see, James wants to go air-softing on Friday. Which is all great, fine and dandy, but he wants me to come along. Not a big deal, I guess. I can live with shooting people. I'll have to put up with the two creepers, but as long as I can shoot them, I'll be happy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Well, he wants to mount a tracer unit on his assault rifle, but he wants to make the unit himself.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">That's cool.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">The only problem we had was, we couldn't find all the crap we needed until we were just about to give up, and I thought of the TrueValue store, which then made him think of the Radio Shack, where we ended up getting everything we needed. Perfect.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Then we went to my house to put everything together, but my shop was too cold for his personal comfort. The whiner... So we grabbed my solder, a bunch of plastic coated wire, wire strippers, and proceeded to get back in my car to go to our friend Joe's, who had a soldering iron and wanted to play D&D.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Yes, I play D&D.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Shut it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Well, as we were about to leave, I thought to call Ky and see what he was up to. Turned out he went and made plans with someone else, but would see if he could come along and play D&D with us.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">"Alright," I'd said, "well, call me as soon as you know what's up. See you later."</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">He completely forgot about our get-together.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">'No big deal,' thought I, 'he'll remember later and call me when he's ready.'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Yeah...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Anyway, we started off back to James's house to get his D&D junk, since he's the DM, and were on our way to Cambridge when his friend Regina decided she wanted to join us. So we had to go get her.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">She lives on the complete opposite side of town we were on. And the roads aren't that great outside of town.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Then again, they suck in town, too...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">So we went to get her, then headed to Joe's, where we spent a good two hours watching James attempt to mount LED UV lights to PVC pipe, hook it all up with the wires to a toggle switch and a 9v battery, and fail miserably the first time. Oh well.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Next, we actually played D&D for about 3 hours, until finally it was just me, Joe and James. Regina went home, our friends Tyler and Brandon did too. You can't very well play 5 characters with 2 people and a DM. Not without some major biases, anyway.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">All through the evening, I kept waiting for Ky to call. Kept checking my phone, sent him a text, and even tried calling him myself.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Nothing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">By the end of the night, I was so upset, I was ready to just break down and cry.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not some emo-desperate-teenybopper girl.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">But when you're the love of my life, and you fail to follow up on a promise, I'm gonna be pretty dang mad. And when I get mad, I cry.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">So I brought James home, who felt pretty bad that my night was so not going the way I'd anticipated, then went to my own home, picking up the mail as I pulled in.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">FINALLY, MY DAMN VISA CARD SHOWED UP!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">You see, my account had been compromised, in the sense that someone had used my credit card account to purchase $225 worth of gas in Florida. The claims were removed from my account, but they had to send me a new card.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">This was like, a day or two before Thanksgiving.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">They apparently tried to call me, but somehow, they had the wrong phone number listed. o_O</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">So they had to send me a new card, and said it would come in 7-10 business days.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Three weeks went by.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Nothing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">So I called again and said I'd never recieved my new card, and had to have another new one issued and mailed out.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">This one actually came a day earlier than expected.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Getting back to the topic at hand, this was the only good event of the day. I went online and bought my usual thing (I only use my card online at one place, and it's extremely secure; no one else had ever had this problem through a credit card before. Trust me, I asked), then set up my online banking information again through the bank website to which I am a member of. This time, I'm gonna watch it like a hawk instead of a crow. :-P</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">So, that has been my evening. While I am happy my stupid card finally arrived, I'm still extremely pissed off that Ky would be so dense as to forget he'd promised tonight to me, and me only.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I was kind of hoping that by getting all this off my chest, I would feel better.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Instead, I'm even more upset, and am now going to go to bed upset.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Oh joy...</span>Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004019220397906660.post-37280692268623230242008-12-22T02:31:00.003-06:002008-12-22T02:55:16.084-06:00Marcy ph41ls at life, in the sense that she's a total bitch...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So today was my mother's side of the family's Christmas get-together. Oh, how joyfull it was! >.<</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">*sarcasm!*</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Firstly, my mother, being the dink she is, didn't tell anybody what time the damn thing was at. Noooooo, that would just be too easy! Let's make things a pain in the ass for ourselves, then bitch about it the entire ride to Aunt Marcy's house!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Damn thing was at noon; we didn't get there until 1 pm.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">For real, how stupid can that woman get? o_O</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I mean, if I would've known to look on the calander that precariously hangs right in front of me as we speak, I would've set an alarm for myself to wake up earlier, get ready, and all that lovely happy horsepucky. But I don't really look at that calander; no need, when there's one on my phone with a full list of everything I need to know for work, life, and whatever else may be vital for me. Sadly, this phone is 3 years old, since my nice spanky new one decided to break without reason about a week and a half ago or so...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Remind me to stick to the STURDY Nokias...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Well, anyway, I got up a little later than I would've liked, had I know what time we needed to be out of the house. Got up, took a shower, and was halfway dressed before I even knew of any time schedule. Oh gee, thank you, Mother, for being a retard...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">We didn't leave the house until a quarter after noon. -_-</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">The best part is, when we got there, Mom realized we'd forgotten to bring the Caesar salad junk she'd bought. That put her in a WONDERFUL mood, really it did.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">... Okay, honestly, why do I still live in this hell hole? Why? Someone enlighten me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Well, the festivities went as they usually did; Aunt Marcy constantly belittled me (I'm her favorite for that), her husband was the pushover lapdog he is, Uncle Mark and his kids stayed out of the way, his wallflower of a wife was nowhere to be seen (literally; she didn't come), Dad stayed as far away from Marcy as he could, Mom was constantly getting into hidden My-Penis-Is-Bigger-Than-Yours contests with her sister (even though they both lack the goods for this, they are amazing at it), Marcy's kids were being the self-centered, spoiled rich brats they are, my brother Mik was just Mik, Mark's kids were imitating their mother's wallflower techniques, Grandpa had to buzz around everybody, and his "lady friend" Georgia just minded her own business.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Oddly enough, I like Georgia the most.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Now, normally we have a meal, play this pathetic counting game Grandpa does at every gathering, play the White Elephant game, open presents, have dessert, and get the hell out of there.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Normally.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">This year, things were going relatively according to tradition until we got to the kids' presents.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Then we played that retarded White Elephant game again.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">What the frick? o_O</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">No, you idiots, all I want are my damn Barnes & Noble gift cards like you give me every year. I don't want to do some stupid game AGAIN, give me my cards!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">-_- Instead, I got the board game version of Don't Forget the Lyrics and a box of Hot Tamales, which I haven't finished eating.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Who's effin' idea was this? I want to know so I can stab them with a spork. In the eye. Repeatedly.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Now.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Thankfully, I had my iPod along. That thing is as old as my phone, but it still works, so I can't complain.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">iPod, smokes, and Diet Coke. The three ingredients to living through a visit to Marcy's.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">When I got home, I had to deal with my best friend James, who was having an extremely crappy day. And since he's my best friend, I went to town to cheer him up after work, like best friends do.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Oh, before I forget, apparently he's making me go air-softing with him on Friday, from 10 pm to 2 am.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">... >.<><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">To make things better, the two people in the entire world I want nothing to do with, a kid I dated for a week (there was a damned good reason I only dated him for a week) and a creeper who flirts aggressively with everything boobiful, are both going to be there.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">>.<><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">So I told James the only way I would promise my attendance would be if I could get my idiot boyfriend, Kyle (aka Ky), to come along. Otherwise, there was no way in hell I was going to go. I am so not putting up with them without serious protection, and Ky provides serious protection in the form of whoop-ass.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Yay for Navy boyfriends with extreme weapons training (prior to the Navy) and major Martial Arts skills!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Now if I can just convince him to come along... -_-</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Speaking of Ky in all his amazingly stupid glory, I have to go to bed so I can be with him tomorrow. ^_^ Yay Christmas, you've finally pulled through for me! He's home for the holiday to be with his family, but he's rented a hotel room in town, and I'm gonna go see him while I have the chance. Because otherwise, I have to go to frickin' San Diego, and I'm sorry, but I so don't have the money for that kind of crap right now.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">A few other things happened, but I'm gonna have to save those for next time. As for now, I'm signing off and hitting the hay.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">*outtie*</span>Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004019220397906660.post-20619594602496849722008-12-20T23:10:00.000-06:002008-12-20T23:17:27.557-06:00What on earth am I doing here?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I've come to the conclusion that I have never heard of this website before.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Really.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">How have I not heard of this place? o_O</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I mean, I used to use the stupid Myspace blog crap, back when I gave a damn about Myspace. Not saying it's not a decent website, though it really isn't, but y'know.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Anywhoozle...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I managed to somehow stumble onto Blogger while searching Google Images for Stupid Minnesota Drivers pictures I could use for a blog thing on hubpages.com, when I ran across a blog thing by a woman up in Hibbing, MN. So I started reading it, and I was like, "Dude, I could so totally do this. How hard can it be, right?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Tada, here I am!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Now, I have little to no idea what I am going to use this for. More than likely, as an outlet for the crazy that is my brain, so it's not constantly in my brain. Because it's not very healthy to keep crazy in one's brain for extended periods of time. It can lead to some serious problems, such as talking to oneself, yelling random things for no reason, strange bouts of paranoia, and the destruction of a social life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Okay, that last one's just what happens when you have two jobs like I do. But that's okay! :D</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">lol Ah, I make myself giggle...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Well, once I figure out what I plan to do with this, we'll see what sort of weird crap spews out of my fingertips. Later kids.</span>Kika Shimkohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02702120920299904711noreply@blogger.com0