Heyyyy

It was hard to move out on my own. And I don't just mean changing how much I party or socialize or whatever. I mean emotionally, it's really taken it's toll on me. There are little things I miss about being home, like a doggie I used to have in the bath with me, or my shower, or my actual dog. I really miss my dog. Living on my own, I feel like there's a constant reminder everywhere I go. I get cards from my adopted father and my adopted mother will not stop calling me. I told my aunt and my sister in law that my phone was broken just so she'd stop calling me. It's not that I don't want to talk to them... it's just that it's hard. I miss home horribly but I can never go back. Talking to people from home is really difficult. I don't even like going back to NJ. When I drove through NJ coming back from Kentucky I couldn't get through it fast enough. Driving through the familiar parts was agony.  My mother and father must be on some sick shit if they think I'm going to sit through Thanksgiving dinner a week late with my WHOLE family without a tetanus shot, an anti-psychotic and a stiff drink. No one in the family protected me when I tried to tell them.

Wow my mood just plummetted and I just got really tired.

Holiday times!!

I hope everyone had a lovely holiday! Mine was kind of awesome, I can't lie. Nessa and her family are beyond awesome, and it was great to spend a few days with Nessa and also to see Eli. I've been worried about him for a while, but he seems to be doing well. 

I am exhausted. Beyond it, actually. I need to sleep.

Holiday!

I just want to say Happy Holidays to everyone and leave you with this joyous website!

www.awshockkiss.com


Okay I love you all!

Vent About Creepers

I have something to say about these so-called creepers. You know what I mean. Those guys in bars, clubs, on facebook, sometimes in the workplace, who just creep you out. You could be a guy and they're creepy to you. Mostly, they're looking for the cute girl who's an easy target. Sometimes, they're just looking for a fight. Other times, they just want to be noticed. No matter what, you can ALWAYS pick one out. My experience with creepers has been varied and always interesting. There was the one in the bar who just came up to my friends and I and jumped in our pictures and would NOT leave us alone. The proof is still on my facebook. Also, there's the ones that come up behind you and press up against you for NO reason to get your attention(mostly while dancing) and then try to buy you a drink. Homie doesn't play this. Additionally, there's the facebook creeper, who comments on everything you do... LESS THAN TEN MINUTES AFTER YOU POST IT. Now, you say, "Tina, you are guilty of this yourself! You do this all the time!" Ah, au contraire! I, unlike the facebook creeper, understand the value of actually living life as opposed to seeing it on facebook and in other realms of cyberspace. I only comment or respond to things if I actually have something to say, whereas the facebook creeper says nothing in a comment. Mostly they're doing it for attention. Also, it usually takes me a while to respond, not less than ten seconds. A perfect example of this is when I watch movies and quote them on my facebook status. What should be a perfectly epic status then gets destroyed by a creeper saying things that in no way relate to what I quoted.

For example, I shall use the code name Oompa Loompa for this particular story and protect those guilty of creeping, though I've no idea why. At any rate, I had been watching V For Vendetta, one of the most amazing movies ever made in the history of film(debate that statement elsewhere, film buffs), and I decide to quote a famous line, "People shouldn't be afraid of the governments. Governments should be afraid of their people." I make this gem of a quote my facebook status. Nine minutes later, Oompa Loompa writes a very long and winded response on said status talking about how we should be able to arm ourselves with guns to overthrow the government and that Obama is going to take our guns and proceeds to use terms like "hun" in reference to me. Plus, his tone was quite condescending towards me, and I don't appreciate that(if you know anything about me, you should know to never talk down to me or talk to me as if I were child, it does not go over well- remember to always check your tone with me). In turn, I, being completely anti-gun and having a bit of rage pent up from other things, unleashed a little fury within said status. I proceeded to call his comment stupid and unnecessary and state that I was quoting a movie I was watching. I then went on to insult him and call him disrespectful of my beliefs and experiences(the reason I am anti-guns is because I saw my cousin accidentally shoot himself in the head with his father's gun when we were 9), and threatened to delete him and, since I do in fact have the distinctive displeasure of knowing this person personally, delete him from my life. I am proud to say, ladies and gentlemen, that Oompa Loompa has not made so much as a peep in my life since.

However, there are some creepers that cannot be quelled. I am convinced that some just do not understand their psychosis. I also greatly worry over those who can stalk you to the point that if there were anything they wanted to know about you, they could find it within an hour. I have watched people like that do things like that, and I tell you... it's frightening.

I guess my ultimate goal within this diatribe blog is to raise awareness... you should all know that creepers are EVERYWHERE!!! They are not just men but also women!!! My ex-best friend is one of those freaks who would track who was reading her blogs and profiles at all times. When she started dating someone, she knew things about him that I don't think even HE knew! All because she knew how to facebook stalk!! How do people like this exist?!

Okay, now I've officially terrified myself. I need to go watch "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" and then go to church in the morning to pray for my damned soul. In other words, I'm going to hide in my closet. In closing, I leave you this:



Never fails.

My First Post

YAY!!!!! This is my first post in here! I have to say, I kind of hate blogging, but a lot of people I know do it, so what the hell. I have a tendency to vent a lot, and rather than take it out on people, maybe here is better.

I am honestly floored that Thanksgiving is in two days. At this point last year I was starving myself and doing drugs to try and keep myself functioning for multiple days at a time to make the SLF event happen. I worked so hard and felt like I had only done half of what my potential allowed me. This year, things are different. Things are a lot harder for me. I'm on my own, I was in an accident and I'm still in pain. Plus, I'm two states away from home and very few friends are nearby, and out of the ones that are there, I can only really rely on one. But, I will say, I love the people I know. I love the diversity of my friends, and I love meeting everyone they bring me in contact with.

Maybe, perhaps, I should blog about how awesome my friends are. I kind of like this idea. Who should I start with???