I have no computer!!!!! Ahhhh! My roommate's computer has gone nuts and now I'm stuck with using her boyfriend's from time to time. I miss posting and I miss seeing naked SG girls. :-(
I got yet another job. Skybox. I haven't started yet, but they were pretty into having a cocktail waitress with some skills.
I'm still super poor. Fuck the system. I want to be out of debt soooo bad. I've vowed to not spend money on anything else other than paying the bills. Which means... no computer, no car, no video games or new shoes. Its been like this for the past few monthes. I seem to be getting no where.
I've submitted two sets which haven't been posted. They have only said stuff to me about one of them, so I'm even sure if they got the other. I would post some of the pictures but they are on the other computer which has become a blinking light show of death. I SO could have used the money from the shoot. I have a billion set ideas, just no time and now money to pay a photographer. I'm going to go do one tonight hopefully if I can drag my roommate out of the house. The camera we use is super crap, but hey! whats a girl to do.
To display why I don't answer the phone calls from my mother anymore: my cousin was shot close range with a rifle when a friend of ours tried to commit suicide. The doctor said he had never seen anyone survive a close range shot. And if she did she would be unable to move her left side and be mentally retarded. Two weeks later and 13 surgeries, the majority of which were to dismember her cranium so her swelling brain would be uninhibited and then reassemble it, she is up and walking. Can't move her left arm (she was shot in the shoulder area), but is even talking and shows no signs of "mental handicap". She doesn't remember much but the testimony that Trevor (the shooter) gave is inconclusive with the forensic evidence and cannot be confirmed without her memory. At this point all she can recall is looking at her bloodied self and saying, "huh, I guess the safety wasn't on."
At least that isn't another funeral to attend.
In more recent news- my wallet was stolen. Did you know that in the state of hawaiian you can't just call and make a report you have to call 911 and have an officer come to you house. Ha! Poor guys. Anyhow. My fake ID is gone. I'm no longer 21. Don't know how to handle that. I'm very much a lush. I can't handle 5 monthes of being 20. I've been 21 since I was 16. My social security card was in there, I had to cancel my atm cards. I have to get new ID. It just fucking sucks. Why couldn't they just take the money and be gone. Assholes. I'm tired of being in the negative. Hasn't enough bad things happened to me for me to get some return interest?!
*sigh* I'm going to go pay some death, kill, distruction games and try to figure out how I'm going to get to my 1:30 eye appointment with no car.
Aloha,
The Nitch
I got yet another job. Skybox. I haven't started yet, but they were pretty into having a cocktail waitress with some skills.
I'm still super poor. Fuck the system. I want to be out of debt soooo bad. I've vowed to not spend money on anything else other than paying the bills. Which means... no computer, no car, no video games or new shoes. Its been like this for the past few monthes. I seem to be getting no where.
I've submitted two sets which haven't been posted. They have only said stuff to me about one of them, so I'm even sure if they got the other. I would post some of the pictures but they are on the other computer which has become a blinking light show of death. I SO could have used the money from the shoot. I have a billion set ideas, just no time and now money to pay a photographer. I'm going to go do one tonight hopefully if I can drag my roommate out of the house. The camera we use is super crap, but hey! whats a girl to do.
To display why I don't answer the phone calls from my mother anymore: my cousin was shot close range with a rifle when a friend of ours tried to commit suicide. The doctor said he had never seen anyone survive a close range shot. And if she did she would be unable to move her left side and be mentally retarded. Two weeks later and 13 surgeries, the majority of which were to dismember her cranium so her swelling brain would be uninhibited and then reassemble it, she is up and walking. Can't move her left arm (she was shot in the shoulder area), but is even talking and shows no signs of "mental handicap". She doesn't remember much but the testimony that Trevor (the shooter) gave is inconclusive with the forensic evidence and cannot be confirmed without her memory. At this point all she can recall is looking at her bloodied self and saying, "huh, I guess the safety wasn't on."
At least that isn't another funeral to attend.
In more recent news- my wallet was stolen. Did you know that in the state of hawaiian you can't just call and make a report you have to call 911 and have an officer come to you house. Ha! Poor guys. Anyhow. My fake ID is gone. I'm no longer 21. Don't know how to handle that. I'm very much a lush. I can't handle 5 monthes of being 20. I've been 21 since I was 16. My social security card was in there, I had to cancel my atm cards. I have to get new ID. It just fucking sucks. Why couldn't they just take the money and be gone. Assholes. I'm tired of being in the negative. Hasn't enough bad things happened to me for me to get some return interest?!
*sigh* I'm going to go pay some death, kill, distruction games and try to figure out how I'm going to get to my 1:30 eye appointment with no car.
Aloha,
The Nitch
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sachi:
if you ever need a photog.. i offer my services.. 
poem:
Thank you! 
