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So.
Remember Criminal Boy? Of course you do.
For the past three weeks, he has showed up to almost every shift I've worked, save for two. Which makes me believe that he comes to the mall looking for me. Last night, he showed up. With a friend.
My immediate thought is "Oh god, I am alone in a store with two criminals. Fuckfuckfuck."
Criminal Boy apologized for standing me up on Saturday, to which I said that I was gone anyways, due to mum picking me up. I then told him that Mall Maintenence told my boss that I had friends hanging around every shift, and that I was getting in trouble. This is the second time that I've told him this. He just replied "Oh, point the guy out, I'll beat his ass." Uh, NO, no you wont.
He brought up the whole point of me not letting people over to my house, then started gushing about how awesome his half-way house is. His buddy started talking about porn, and I made a comment about music in porn being shitty, and that I usually muted it and played music along side it to make corny music videos. Well, Criminal Boy got all offended. "What, you watch porn, but you wont let me over to your house so we can make a porno of our own?" O_O NOTHNX DO NOT WANT.
I told him that I wasnt interested, and that I was celibate. And he goes, oh, I'll change that. And I brought up, again, that he couldnt hang around because I was getting in trouble, and he threatened to hospitalize the maintenance guy who ratted him out.
He started picking up my things that I had on the counter, and I had to take them back. I told him not to touch my things, and he goes and picks up my cellphone, which I grabbed back and told him, again, to bugger off and not touch my things.
Then he and his buddy had to leave because they've got a nine o'clock curfew.
So, the plan, at current, is next time, I text Jules, who calls the cops and tells them that I'm cornered in my store by a guy who continues to harass me despire my multiple warnings to leave me alone. She gives them the address and store name. I called last night and filed a report with all that I know about him. And fingers crossed that I dont get stabbed walking to the bus.
So. I went to Ontario Works to look into getting a startup benefit. Except that the earliest they could get the money for me would be the 4th. And I havent even found a place. So. I'm screwed. I've packed up my books and comic books, and when I get home, I'm going to work on my movies and clothes. Les sigh.
Dear everyone,
JESUS FUCK WHY ME?
A week or so ago, a dood came into my place of work, hummed and hawed and eventually asked me if I wanted to go out sometime. He seemed harmless, but this is apparently one of those times where I completely suck at character judgement, though I blame the fact that I was incredibly flattered that he found me attractive enough to ask me out based on that and that alone. Well. That and the two minutes of conversation we had where he learned my name, that I dont have a boyfriend, and that I like music.
It would have been ten times more flattering if he hadnt shown up to my work every single shift since then. He frequently sings, badly, and off tune, he calls me sweetheart and lollipop. He even asked for a goodbye kiss what the FUCK. Oh my god, why me!?
He's all bent out of shape because he said we could come to my house and watch a movie, and I said that I didnt let people come over to my place. "Well why not?" "Because I dont. Personal rule." "But what if we go out a few times and we want quality time together?" "No." "Well, you cant come to my house. I live in a half way house." "That isnt my fault." "We cant just hang out in public all the time." "Yes. Yes we can."
He seems to be under the impression that since I said yes to hanging out with him, I'd say yes to being his girlfriend. And how wrong is he. This dood is uncomfortably close to 30, in fact, I'm pretty sure he was born in '79 or '80, and just recently got out of jail. Yeah. Jail. I've got a convict trying to pick me up.
Some one save me? Take me away from here? Please?
JESUS FUCK WHY ME?
A week or so ago, a dood came into my place of work, hummed and hawed and eventually asked me if I wanted to go out sometime. He seemed harmless, but this is apparently one of those times where I completely suck at character judgement, though I blame the fact that I was incredibly flattered that he found me attractive enough to ask me out based on that and that alone. Well. That and the two minutes of conversation we had where he learned my name, that I dont have a boyfriend, and that I like music.
It would have been ten times more flattering if he hadnt shown up to my work every single shift since then. He frequently sings, badly, and off tune, he calls me sweetheart and lollipop. He even asked for a goodbye kiss what the FUCK. Oh my god, why me!?
He's all bent out of shape because he said we could come to my house and watch a movie, and I said that I didnt let people come over to my place. "Well why not?" "Because I dont. Personal rule." "But what if we go out a few times and we want quality time together?" "No." "Well, you cant come to my house. I live in a half way house." "That isnt my fault." "We cant just hang out in public all the time." "Yes. Yes we can."
He seems to be under the impression that since I said yes to hanging out with him, I'd say yes to being his girlfriend. And how wrong is he. This dood is uncomfortably close to 30, in fact, I'm pretty sure he was born in '79 or '80, and just recently got out of jail. Yeah. Jail. I've got a convict trying to pick me up.
Some one save me? Take me away from here? Please?
Mute Skyline (10:22:17 PM) : Me: Seth Rogen is Canadian. CANADA FOR THE WIN.
Shelley: You have to make up for Celine Dion anyways.
Me: Stop reminding us, ok!
Shelley: You have to make up for Celine Dion anyways.
Me: Stop reminding us, ok!
Chaos in Zero (10:22:34 PM) : And that bitch Anne Murray, too.
Mute Skyline (10:22:44 PM) : Blame Canada
Chaos in Zero (10:22:51 PM) : xD
Chaos in Zero (10:22:56 PM) : I'm glad you caught that.
Chaos in Zero (10:23:03 PM) : I might have had to break up with you if you didnt.
Mute Skyline (10:23:25 PM) : xDDD
Mute Skyline (10:23:36 PM) : You can take the kids too, bitch.
Chaos in Zero (10:23:50 PM) : Nono. You can have the kids. Little snotrags...
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
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There are reasons why I dont watch television. One of those reasons would be advertisements.
A specific advertisement comes to mind that I dont like. The Special K ads. The most recent ads have centered on three individuals. A clearly gay man in his late twenties, early thirties, an Asian woman, around the same age, and a very pretty caucasian woman. And usually what happens is Gay Guy and Asian Lady are in the break room/meeting room whatever, snacking on or about to snack on something unhealthy, and Very Pretty Caucasian Woman comes along, and she resists the unhealthy snack in order of a Special K snack, prompting the other two to say something along the lines of "You're so strong!" and generally admire the Very Pretty Caucasian Woman for her healthy lifestyle.
Do you see where I have an issue? I think I was pretty obvious about it.
It isnt the Gay Man or the Asian Lady who are healthy. It's the young, attractive white girl who is the healthy one, who makes the right choices and who is strong. She is the ideal.
Do you see?
This is why I dont watch television.
A specific advertisement comes to mind that I dont like. The Special K ads. The most recent ads have centered on three individuals. A clearly gay man in his late twenties, early thirties, an Asian woman, around the same age, and a very pretty caucasian woman. And usually what happens is Gay Guy and Asian Lady are in the break room/meeting room whatever, snacking on or about to snack on something unhealthy, and Very Pretty Caucasian Woman comes along, and she resists the unhealthy snack in order of a Special K snack, prompting the other two to say something along the lines of "You're so strong!" and generally admire the Very Pretty Caucasian Woman for her healthy lifestyle.
Do you see where I have an issue? I think I was pretty obvious about it.
It isnt the Gay Man or the Asian Lady who are healthy. It's the young, attractive white girl who is the healthy one, who makes the right choices and who is strong. She is the ideal.
Do you see?
This is why I dont watch television.
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And now for a gaze into my mind via meme that was nicked from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
speccygeekgrrl
• Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
• NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
• They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
• You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.
speccygeekgrrl • Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
• NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
• They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
• You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.
As of right the fuck now, I am at the Cisco Ottawa Bluesfest. And it would rock if it didnt suck.
Mum and her creeper friend Rick or whoever dragged me along. So we get in the car, and go to pick him up. His face is like frozen on creep, he slurs his words, he smells like pot. He was sporting a beer and directions.
The directions were fine until we hit the 417. We were supposed to immediately get off at Holly Drive, but the directions were wrong, and we ended up missing the turn. So we kept going until we hit Carlington, which we would have turned onto off of Holly. So we follow Carlington until we realize that we went the wrong way. Start going the other way. Got aaaaall the way down to Bayshore Parkway, which is half way across the fucking city. We turned onto the Parkway and mom realized that the Bluesfest was on the OTHER side of the city, where I originally steered us to go. So she gets pissed off at me that I read the wrong directions right. What? Then she pulls into a gas station and gets out of the car to go ask for directions. This is when Creeper decides to DIAL UP THE CREEPY TO ELEVEN. HOLY SHIT. He grasps my chair from behind, and leans foreward and breathes; "So. When are you graduating from Highschool?" at me. FFFFFFUUUUUU. And as soon as mum gets out of the store, he slouches back.
So then we got on the Ottawa River Parkway and zoomed all the way back to exactly where we were supposed to be. She drove around for a while, bitching about there being no parking. Parked in a puddle (read; LAKE), so my sandals are all very uncomfortable and squelchy. And we huffed ass for ten minutes to get to the entrance to find that they didnt take cash for my ticket, and I would have to walk back to get one. BUT THEN! Some guy noticed our plight and gave me a ticket. YAYS!
So now I'm camped out in the internet cafe tent, LJing. Because I DONT WANT TO BE HERE OMG. I asked mum to drop me off at a theatre (WE PASSED THREE AUCH) but nooooo. Fml.
Letter Meme response
firesanctuary sez "k"1. K Haruka (Omg wut?)
2. Koolaid!
3. Kill Hannah
4. Kittie
5. Korn (Yeah, I said it.)
6. Ka-Boom Ka-Boom (Marilyn Manson)
7. Kill Caustic (AFI)
8. Kidnap the Sandy Claws (Lock + Shock + Barrel)
9. Kryptonite (3 doors down)
10.
So, mum took me to Wally World this morning. When I got there, I figured I'd indulge in my
When I stood beside him to look at the selection, he started talking to me. First about his Transformers collection, which was fine. He was a bit weird, mid fourties, huge ass glasses, dirty shirt, shorts. I bet there was a hole in the pocket. Anyways, he goes on to say that he almost got the Starscream deluxe figure at Zellers, but they kicked him out before he could buy it. He said that he was banned for 99 years. And do I want to know why? Not really. For two reasons. At this point, I figured he'd say that they kicked him out because of how awesome he was or something, but then he says "They said I murdered my wife!" O_O
He was saying how he hasnt seen his wife in ten years, and she only died two years ago anyway! And I was kind of awkwardly trying to get away. And then he goes "And the other reason was that I stabbed a girl in the neck with a pencil!" and he starts digging in his pocket and pulls out a very sharp, very long pencil and mimes stabbing me with it, laughing. UHHH. And then he starts saying how he would never hurt a girl, and if he and I went someplace private and I tried to fight him, I would win. And then he starts saying how he got into fights all the time against like, fifteen guys and he beat them all up.
At that point, I was so wigged that I put the action figure back, faked a text message and went "Sorry, I'm being called. Gotta run." Then he goes "RUN?" And leans forewards, leering at me, practically breathing on my breasts. And I toured.
Wal-Mart also has the remainder of the Star Trek action figures on sale. I got a Wee!Kirk and a Wee!Spock for three bucks a piece. Pics will be had, and maybe Wee!Kirk and Wee!Spock will have a teaparty with Minihinder and Anubis sometime. =D
Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.
1. Leave me a comment and I will give you a letter.
2. Then, write 10 things that you love starting with that letter.
3. Post the list in your journal.
4. Give out letters to those who comment in return.
I got R from
igrab 1. Rocket ships!
2. Revenge of the Fallen
3. Red Mars
4. RENT
5. Rammstein
6. Rare steak
7. Rob Zombie
8. Raptors!
9. Redheads
10. Reading.
This is a thematic essay that I did for grade 12 World History. We had to pick a handful of French Revolution thinkers and describe their views and who they were. This ended up being about double the length that the teacher wanted. Oops.
This is an essay I wrote for grade 12 Sociology. We had to write a paper in a specific method of a sociologist. I chose Society and Homosexuality as a topic, and participant observation as my method. I knocked this one out of the park and got 90. But in a dick move by my teacher, my ex boyfriend, just a friend at the time, also got 90. He handed in two half pages, one written mostly by me involving homelessness, the half written by him was on the urban myth of mole people, and the second page was a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket that detailed the night he slept in the train station. I was livid.
This is an assignment I did for grade 12 drama. The assignment was to tell what our life has been so far and then predict it until the age of 64. I was very uncomfortable with actually telling people some of the shit I've been through, so I made it all fantastical and memorized it all, and it was great fun, except that no one in the class really appreciated it. The teacher thought it was great. This is really, really lulzy. You should read it.
This is an essay I wrote for my grade 12 Ancient history class. We had to pick a question and answer it. And, in my attempt to worm around the restrictions, I did a character breakdown of Mary Boleyn, based on the question "Who was the other Boleyn girl." I kicked ass and took named with this essay, even though it seems a bit shitty now that I read it.
Anyways, if you're interested in that sort of thing, I'd like some feedback, as I am a validation starved teenager who likes comments.
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