Today wasn’t a complete waste of time.
I woke up at noon as usual (I should stop saying this, it happens regularly so we’ll just assume I wake up at noon everyday), had my bowl of Honey-Nut Cheerios in peace (surprisingly). Then I got back in bed and finished my book. The last few chapters were very emotional, and I didn’t expect that, but overall it was a good book (sequel actually): “Children of God Go Bowling” by Shannon Olson. Her life oddly resembles mine in a way.
I wrote a little after I finished the book. I didn’t start on the next book immediately like I used to. I guess since it was so emotional, I just wanted it to sink in, and think about it a little bit more. But my next book is: “Lottery” – by Patricia Wood.
The rest of the day was devoted to Tumblr. I stated my opinion on a post about ageism (I seem to be stating my opinion a lot lately). Basically my point is Ages 13-19 are considered teenage years. Why single anyone out when they’re in the same category? Everyone hates 13yr-olds supposedly because they’re immature. There are several immature people in the world. It doesn’t have to be a specific age. You can be 40-something and still be immature. It just depends. I’m seventeen; I’ll be eighteen at the end of May this year. I was pretty much immature up till February 2010. My dad’s death had a great impact on me; still does. I’ve changed into a completely different person. Mostly someone silenced.
You can say you’re 17. But proclaiming your age doesn’t tell your maturity level. You can assume, but you can never be sure. We’re all young. The world is fucked up enough as it is; why do more damage? Why not just come together? Different countries are struggling with different-yet-similar issues; whether it be leadership, or financial issues, or anything else, one thing is certain: the world is struggling. They’re aren’t that many people that see this.
Maybe I’m naive, but this is just how I see the world. Among other things.
I guess I really do spend my time doing nothing.
When I decide to get up (somewhere around 11am and noon), I have all these plans and things I need to do. None of them involve Tumblr. But what do I do anyway? Tumblr.
I need to go pick up some things at the library, but I guess I would need to leave the house in order to do that, and well…that’s not happening. At least not now. Maybe tomorrow. No, not tomorrow.
I had planned on finishing this book, figuring out some Sudoku puzzles, possibly opening my GED book, and watching a movie later tonight.
I cleaned the cats’ litter boxes, and browsed Tumblr for the rest of the day.
Lately I’ve been correcting errors in articles usually pertaining to Johnny Depp.
I’m not a snob, but they shouldn’t post false crap.
There isn’t much else to say, because not much happened.
Hopefully tonight I can fulfill my original plans for today. Though I doubt it.
Today was….eventful. I didn’t even leave the house.
It was around noon when I decided to get up. I came out of my room and was headed for the kitchen to have my routine breakfast (Honey Nut Cheerios), when one of my cats caught my eye. It was Jade; she was by the front door playing with something. It looked like she was torturing something actually. Sure enough, Jade was playing with a monster ant (approximately the size of half a thumb). I freaked out (one of my many fears is insects); when I say freaked out, I mean I was having a panic attack. I was surprisingly brave enough to grab several paper towels and squish it against the door; the damn thing wouldn’t die though. I repeated the process about five more times until finally it stopped moving. Once that was over, and I disposed of the monster, I was trying to calm myself down to have some cereal, when I see an ant crawling on the ceiling. This time involved screaming and jumping around. My mom took her dear sweet time in coming to my rescue, but finally she came and stood on a chair to squish the ant. It was about ten minutes when I finally calmed down to have my bowl of cereal.
I went back in my room to try and relax. About an hour after the ant incident, I was doing some Sudoku puzzles when my mom suddenly started shouting “GET THE BROOM!!!” repeatedly from the living room. My anxiety started to build up again because I knew exactly why she wanted the broom; I knew this time it was worse than the ants. I found the broom and tossed it to her, meanwhile looking for the wasp. There it was, red and big as ever, flying around the living room. My mom was trying to beat it with a broom, while I went in search of the Raid I hoped we still had. Thankfully it was a brand new can. I used all of it on the wasp. The damn thing wouldn’t die either. After I used all the Raid and the wasp started to fall to the floor, I got the broom and beat the rest of the shit out of it. The broom bent in two, but the wasp was dead. My mom was rinsing our dog (Caity) under the faucet sink; I had accidentally sprayed her a little bit while trying to kill the wasp. She’s fine now; nice and clean.
The floor was soaked in Raid, and since we have several curious pets, I had to scrub the floor. It’s better now, but I can’t say the same for the walls and ceiling.
I did Sudoku puzzles for the rest of the day, and now I’m in bed, once again, trying to relax.
This day has been horrible. All I want now is a plastic bubble, so I can be safe and know that I am safe.
For the past several weeks, I have had terrible things happen to me every Friday. Something bad always happens on Friday. I don’t know why. Aren’t Fridays supposed to be fun? Now I dread Fridays.
These insects are out to get me, and nobody believes me.
I need to stock up on some more Raid cans…
So many things need to be done in my room/closet. But I can’t do anything right now.
I need a bigger bed (mattress actually); that’s on hold. I need a desk to put my laptop and other supplies (also a chair); mom is using the desk I need. She’s going to give it to me when she gets a new one. She likes “new” things, I prefer used. Her computer is taking up the whole desk; but she has expensive tastes. Instead of buying a simple desk ($20-$50), she needs a desk that does everything. It’s funny, every time she gets those kind of desks, she always underestimates the room she has; so it’s a tight fit. She’ll pay up to $250 for a desk.
So basically, my room is out of order. I need the desk for my supplies, and a work area; mom is using the desk until she gets a new one. A $250 desk is over the budget at the moment. Same thing pretty much with the bed.
I clean/organize my room about every week. Today I organized everything (nightstand and drawers, dresser drawers, shoes, bank statements, receipts, and some clothes). I got overwhelmed with the closet so it’s still a wreck. It would also help if I had a Dyson vacuum (about $500). We’ve been through several vacuums. The pet hair is the problem (2 cats, 1 dog, and 1 bird). It’s frustrating.
I’ve been letting my library books go past-due. Probably have a $1 fine now. It’s very rare I get fines. I’m a bookworm; I read all the time. But lately I’ve been preoccupied with other things (Tumblr, Sudoku puzzles, and sleeping). I’ll have to do something about that. I seem to have a problem with moderation.
Nothing else really happened today. Nothing ever does.
Technically this is my first post. Technically I just signed up for Google today. Not necessarily true. My very first account with Google was back in 2007. That was my first blog. It’s deleted now, and I basically printed out all 500 or whatever of my insane posts and stuck them in my journal; where they belong. After that I didn’t see a need for another Google blog until I ran into several brick walls trying to interact with other Google services. My first Gmail username was completely stupid; I can’t say the second was any better, but the third and current Gmail username, well, we’ll wait a year and see how I feel about it then.
I had no problems with my first Google account; not even the deleting process. But the second account, oh that was hell. I’m still having problems with it. First it started with Youtube; they were picky and only wanted my Gmail address (which still pisses me off), and there is no customer support which is even more frustrating. I was having nothing but email problems. My mom has seven emails now, and doesn’t have any problems. But me, three emails and nothing but problems. I guess I’ll go ahead and say it: I’m a Yahoo person. Yahoo was my first email account (back in 2004) and still is my main email account. I have never had any problems with them. EVER. Let’s look at this a bit closer: Yahoo 2004-2011 (7+ years) perfection. Google 2007-2011 (4 years) hell.
I use Google for only TWO reasons: (1) Fast searching and (2) Youtube. Really it’s the Open ID shit that gets me. Google or nothing. I’d take nothing.
So now, my third email which is more professional, is new. I’ve gone through Google completely and there is no way to transfer everything from my previous account to my new one, and then delete the previous. I’m doing things from scratch. I’m going through all of my Google stuff on my previous account and setting it up on the new one. Plus, I can’t do a damn thing about Youtube. That’s a dead end.
This will take forever.
My suggestion for Google: GET A BETTER CUSTOMER SUPPORT PAGE.