Meet: The Skull Bucket!  

Posted by Eryn

     I bought a new, '09 Smartcar.  I call him The Skull Bucket—it's more a title than a name.  If anyone recalls, it's what I wanted to name our pirate ship in the short-lived 3.5e D&D game Ross ran for us, awhile back.  Unfortunately, I was heavily out voted, and, "The Skull Bucket", was just the name of one of the lifeboats.  Fair enough.  Made more sense, I suppose.  Now, since there are parallels...I wrecked the ship so I'm in the tiny lifeboat, now, yes? 

The lifeboat worth a good deal more than double what the ship was worth, not including how thoroughly Progressive raped my bank account?  Curse being an 18 year old with a recent accident. Argh...





 



American Apparel---I Hate, Hate, Hate It  

Posted by Eryn

If only I were musically talented—then I could put into a song my dire-loathing of American Apparel, for their single-handed destruction of all the good online T-shirt companies.  These shirts are paper thin, and the sizing is noticeably inconsistent.  They must be cutting the shirts by hand, in the dark.  I wore one of the shirts for less than a day, washed it, and now it has two holes in the back, about an inch below the collar seam.  What. The. Fuck  I order men's T's so I can enjoy a shirt that isn't thinner than my undies, and this is what I get?  I literally have negligee that is of hardier stock than these things.  


Oh, noes!  I'm finally starting to really taste the recession! God, let it end so that I don't have to continue suffering with shitty American-made products! (X3)  I suppose I could always just bootleg the designs, via use of one of the many, "design your own shirt", sites...but, I care too much about what my people think of me to live below their moral standards.  Maybe if I made my own, almost identical designs, like all the different sites do with each other's?  It's still plagiarism/theft, in some capacity, isn't it? (:[)  S'not like the Woot shirts I vote for ever make it, anyways.  I wouldn't be selling anything, and, really, I'd probably be paying more.  It would help the economy?  

Meh.  Luckily, I'm not very thick, and AA hasn't taken over the market for children's shirts on all of the websites.  On Noisebot, the kid's XL is one inch longer than the men's small, and just two inches skinnier.  That actually sounds perfect.  Sweet, thanks, tubby kids...I'm still not happy about the American Apparel shirts!  I've already suffered their injustice.  Ahem.


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     Oh-ehm-gee, noisebot is tricky.  The children's sizes are also labeled with appropriate age groups, and the extra large is 18-20.  Oh, how devious of them to hide the high quality shirts from me in such a way.  Who would think to look for such a thing?  

Missing Miss Kitty  

Posted by Eryn

I'm not just bothered by the main car-totaling experience—the actual crash, the tow-truck-crook, the bastardly Service King, the loss of freedom, the money...God, the money!—I'm peeved because my weight has been dropping. The car was part of what helped me acquire things that I actually want to eat, and, well, I've never had a good sense of regulation with food and it's consumption, anyways. Going out to see Will almost daily kept me in the habit of regular-ish eating.

I'm living off ice cream, whatever soda I bring back after being with Will, some hot fries from the school vending machines...I ate some smallish pickles today, and walked to Starbucks...ordered the wrong drink, but it was pretty good, so I just went with it. Had a piece of some kind of loaf thing they had. Once I got home, I munched on a wedge of cheese...I think I'll order pizza tomorrow—I've been thinking about pizza. Yeeezz, pizza...excellent.

Relient K - Be My Escape  

Posted by Eryn

It's become one of my favorite songs, recently. 



 I'm not depressed...just...just kind of here.  I'm much too content with who I am to really feel down on me, but the car thing is breaking my heart to pieces.  That, and, after almost three years, I'm willing to admit that it's driving me insane to have no close friends...zero.  Boyfriends don't count, and neither do friends-by-proxy, if you don't intentionally spend time with them outside the company of the former.  Besides, you can't really talk to them about a lot of things anyway, since their loyalty to you is suspect versus their loyalty to your significant other.  I really want to start seeing a therapist, just so I can feel like someone's listening, even if it's for money...but, I have no insurance, and I don't want to spare the money until I replace my car and/or have my house.  Everything in my life now hinges on finding a house...but, I have no means of going to look at any.  I also have no means by which to shop for means, know what I mean?  I'm running my life into the ground, and I haven't even gotten out of this house yet.  My grades improved last semester, for the first time...ever.  I've just kind-of stopped doing anything, now, though.  I've lost my motivation.  I don't even enjoy going to bed, anymore, because I know I have to get up the next morning.  Zena, (that's what I named my Creative Zen), gets me through the day.  I'm usually pretty bubbly, until about noon—then everything starts to dismantle.  I need someone to talk to, but I don't trust anyone, and people have their own problems to worry about, anyways.  They don't deserve to be burdened with mine.  Still, 'never thought I'd see the day I would admit to needing other people for company...Highschool has been a most unfortunate experience.

I'm so tired...I can't keep living my life this way.  Where do the hours go?  Maybe I'd be more than morbidly curious and self-depricatingly hopeful about the future if I threw out my computer, and just used someone else's for my house/car shopping.  Maybe walk to the library.

I hate modern America.