Farewell WordPress

Yes it’s time I bid Ado! to the wordpress.com blog, since I just bought hosting again for my domain.  The address is http://www.eclectic-dream.net

Well what are you waiting for meet me there.

Well, Well, Well..

I don’t know how testing went, because I haven’t looked. I’m too chicken to look, right now. I think they went horrible, math was okay, and the one test that I though I would do best in, Classical Tragedy, I think, no I know I bombed. I hated the intro to bible class, that final didn’t go well. However, my Chemistry exam went extremely well, most of the stuff I knew, and I didn’t even fucking study for that class. Anyways I have some good news. I bought hosting today, they had a sell HELL YEAH! So, I shall be setting up shop there soon. Hopefully they hurry and set things up. I’ve also been applying at more places. I’m hoping that Dollar Thrifty car rental will be a go. I’m filling out that now.

What is this thing with applications? They have this question about “If under 18 years of age, do you have a work permit?” It is the simplest question really, but my mind is like “Well your over 18, so you don’t need a permit. So, what do I check, yes or no.” If I put no it’s the truth, I don’t have a work permit. However, if I check yes it’s sort of a lie, because I don’t have a work permit, but I’m permitted to work in the U.S., I’m a citizen. People don’t take it or make it like I’m an air head cause I’m not. I think it’s all that science that just has me questioning and being overly thorough with everything.

Another thing this myspace thing is really ticking me off. Truly I’m not a myspace person, I just go on there to spy on little cousins to make sure they’re not doing things they shouldn’t, but like what the heck is with the stupid tiled pictures of people as the background. That is soo, not cute. The web police should get those people and take away their mouse or laptop.

Domestic Abuse

So I went to my hideout and once safe haven, grandmas.  It’s usually peaceful there, but not yesterday.  My cousin–egotistical, male chauvinist  woman beater– and  his girlfriend–mother of his child, and very STUPID girl.  I do not condone or like any kind of domestic abuse, and I feel anyone or any man who feels that he needs to hit or put his hands on a woman to do anything that would cause her harm is NOT a man.  If you see any warning signs or if his own cousin tells you to leave him alone he’s not good, press charges and get a restraining order; by fucking golly LISTEN.

Now in early or late June, they had another domestic abuse situation in which I jumped in the way to save this girl.  It was unlike anything I had ever seen, I knew he had an anger management problem, but I never thought that he would put his hands on a woman.  They were arguing in June and I just heard a big boom.  I run into the living room and grab him off of her.  Finally I got him loose they went and got his dad.  She needed to get home, her boyfriend my cousin, the same one who just almost killed her, says “I’ll take her home.”  “Hell NO!” I say and I tell her to get the baby’s stuff and her stuff and I’ll take them home.

The New Obsession

Let’s stop the madness that seems to be sweeping the nation. This obsession with women’s bodies.  I was watching this documentary or something of that nature on BBC America: they were following 2 women as they get to a size 00, that’s right double zero. A doctor actually came up with this experiment.  Before you go and say “what kind of doctor would do such a thing!” it’s

I HATE SNOW!!!

There is nothing more than I hate that is part of the ritual of the winter and winter holidays in Chicago than that damn snow.  I hate it.  I hate walking through the slush, walking in the street and almost getting killed because people are too lazy or the city is too lazy to do something about the damn sidewalk snow.  I hate having my pants slowly become engulfed and swallowed by water soaking up every bit until it gets to my freaking calf.  It pisses me off waiting on buses and car that won’t slow down and splash me with dirty black snow slushy water.  The snow needs to go now.  I like the cold but I HATE the snow.

Good News

Yay! I got a job interview, lol. I’m feeling really good about this. I have made the executive decision to stop going to school until summer or fall 08. I’m going to work two jobs this job at Sears because I know I’m going to get it and I’m applying at the Barnes & Noble school book store. This gives me time to get a place, fix my car, pay off some debt, and pay off school, as well as save some things. People you have to start saving. As soon as possible even if it’s like 15 bucks a month into a savings account, and DO NOT get credit cards. Yes, get a saving account, that interest how ever little it is is a lot, and a hell of a lot better than nothing.

Once I get a place I’ll be good. I’m hoping that bills won’t be too high. I’m going to start off with just the rent, light, and heat(if what ever place I choose doesn’t have free heat), and maybe a cellphone. I don’t really talk on the phone, and I can usually be found at one of 4 places (work, school, home or at grandma’s) if I’m not at either of those places you don’t need me or I don’t wanna see you. I probably won’t need too much for furniture seeing as how I’m crafty and all. Plus I will be shopping at my favorite store overstock.com.

Breaking Point

I’m tired and sick of this life. I hate it here, I’m very unhappy. My school work is suffering. This is just not how things are supposed to be. I can’t go on. I have to get out. I’ve cried so many times about this. Since, my daddy left, it’s been like this. Well they were kind of like this between me and mom before he left they just didn’t affect me then like it does now.

My parents never were married, but had been together and lived together since I was born up until I was maybe twelve or eleven, I really don’t remember what age, but I definitely remember the grade. It was grade 6 near the end. It was detrimental to me, because well my mom was hardly there, I basically saw her in the mornings when she woke me up and dropped me off at school. I was a daddy’s girl. I stayed with my daddy all the time.

Weird Moments

I always seem to have these weird moments.  Have you ever been standing doing nothing, caught in the beauty or not so beautiful scene, music or just the in your head? Well I have tons.  I take the El to and from school everyday, it’s like an 2 hour journey, and a song that would be perfect for that moment in time.  I’m like if this scene was in a movie, this song–whatever song–in my head would be perfect.  Of course I’ve told no one, because they’d think I was psychotic or maybe not.

Speaking of psychotic. What the hell were our parents thinking–those of you whose parents bought them those dangerous split your head wide open if you slip footed pajamas!!!  My cousin bought her son, some footed pj’s and I just had this terrible thought flash in my head.  I, specifically remember her and me falling in these killer pajamas.  Then I think to myself, “What the hell are you trying to do kill him before he sees the age of one?” I guess she saw that look on my face and she immediately says, “they have those buffer like things on the bottom so that he won’t hurt his self.” It’s good some conscious designer thought of the pain, he or she, suffered and decided to make things right. Well good night all, I’m going to sleep.  I’ve been up since 10AM and it is now 6AM.

Photoshop Brush Chaos

What the hell people? Can’t Adobe just freaking put some kind of brush manager on photoshop.  It’s a nightmare going through those just to find what you need. I still have lack of inspiration and such. I want to make a layout for the unused myspace page, to display my talents and maybe get some design work for the time being. Just not sure where to start. Not really fond of a certain color or theme right now.

I’m so lonely, I was supposed to go to grandma’s yesterday, but I didn’t feel like getting up to go.  I have like two bags with me, my backpack and my bag with my clothes, so I didn’t feel like that trouble.  Those feeling came back today, the gloom and sadness.  I think that I should talk to someone, I hope that the insurance won’t charge per visit other wise I ain’t going.  I cope some other way.

Jobless in Chicago

Let’s just pray that I get a call back for that job, because Lord knows I need one.  I applied just for kicks to Burger King for the Assistant Manager position.  I don’t know about not keeping with it, it pays 30K a year.  I’m a money whore right, because I just said that I didn’t want to and wouldn’t take it.  Times changed and so has my mind.  I need to get a place of my own and acquire some wealth and other things so that I can finish school.  Plus I need to get my domain and other stuff back I miss it.  Although I hadn’t done much of anything with it in the past year.  Just because I’ve been in a creative rut.  I’m on my out to the grandma’s house.  I see myself working at the UPS until something good comes along.

I saw a poetry contest in which I could gain about 10K which would be helpful right now.  So, I’m going to do it and paste my poetry and hopefully earn some cash. I’ve always wondered if the companies or people actually give these awards away or is it just fake.