| I am no longer here, ever. |
[Jan. 21st, 2006|06:54 pm] |
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I am now Rydian Morrison on LJ, AIM, YIM, and am now rydianmorrison@gmail.com on MSN. I've been doing a major transfer to the new name, and this is one of the last things. |
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| I am so proud of myself. |
[Jan. 21st, 2006|06:42 pm] |
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On Pump It Up: Exceed, I've been doing level four and five songs, sometimes rarely venturing onto a level six. It's harder than DDR because it has one more step, a center step, and the steps are diagonal. I've gotten lots of people that play DDR to try it, here with my home version or back at the arcade in virginia, and they all sucked. XD They agree it's harder. Anyways, I can get an S (highest ranking, above an A) on a some songs levels four and five, that's the best I've ever done. One guy that's tried both DDR and PIU last night got about halfway through a level four before it kicked him out, a level four I can get a S on, and that I usualy get an A on. Well, I tried level six's and usually fail them completely, but today, I decided to try a level 7 song. That's like, hellish untried unexplored territory for me. Anyways, after about four tries, I actually completed it, AND got a B! I'm so proud! I mean, I'm sweating and breathing hard and gulping down water, but I'm proud. |
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| So I showed him some videos and he runs away. |
[Jan. 17th, 2006|06:50 pm] |
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My little brother insistso n finding a way to spend my money, be it a trampoline for this house, buying hima a DS, stuff like that. Of course I'm not doing it. I showed him the www.powerskip.de videos, and he goes off to call his dad and beg for them. even thought the ones that are for his weight are over 1,000 us dollars and the company's based in europe. XD |
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| FINALLY. |
[Jan. 16th, 2006|10:06 am] |
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The Pump It Up game arrived, and I played like 7 songs this morning, now I'm sweaty and stuff, and I have to work today, but that doesn't matter, because I finally got to play it again. ^^ I sure am going to have fun with it tonight. |
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| I got and changed stuff! |
[Jan. 16th, 2006|12:29 am] |
| [ | What I'm listening to |
| | Incubus | ] |
Changed all my IM info, been meaning to for a while. Got Worms World Party for the dreamcast, finally found a working NTSC version. I got some really really good art on my new site, with another piece from the same artist on the way. And and and and and! ! ! ! ! The Pump It Up: Exceed bundle finally arrived! I'll get to play it finally again tomorrow after work. Took long enough for it to arrive. >_<; |
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| STUPID BLIND GREEDY PEOPLE! |
[Jan. 11th, 2006|05:33 pm] |
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Somebody lost a cat around here, right? It's a grey tabby. I thought I had seen it earlier, and I tried to find it, but the one I found belonged to somebody else. So, I gave up and went home. Well, my little brother read the entire sign, I just read the part describing the cat, so I didn't know there's a $1,000 reward for finding the cat. Oh boy. My cat, trixie, is NOT grey. He is NOT a tabby. He has stripes, though, and that's enough for THREE PEOPLE TODAY to have come up to our door asking us to help catch the 'lost cat' that ran into our garage. You know, the one that's NOT grey NOR is a tabby, my cat. Those idiots. D: I put a sign in the front door telling blind greedy people about my cat, the lost one, and the obvious differences, because I swear, if somebody takes my cat trying to make an easy $1,000, they're going to get hurt. |
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| Years later and I still hit myself for it. |
[Jan. 11th, 2006|12:36 am] |
| [ | What I'm listening to |
| | They Might Be Giants songs. D: | ] |
I randomly thought of this today, like I do at other times. Haven't remembered it for a while, though. I feel like such an ass. Once, when I was staying with my gtandmother for the summer, I went to visit with my aunt for a week, like I normally do. She's always got things planned, and while I usually don't want to do them, she finds some way to make me enjoy it, rafting, hiking, going out in the city, a movie, lots of stuff. She's lived mostly in like, slightly-mountain-city outskirts.
Anyways. She set me up on a date once. I was young, and I didn't want to do it. At all. So, we met the girl, and my aunt like, drove us around and stuff. That was... making it worse on me, I was pretty angry, so the entire date I acted like a self-absorbed wingnut/dimwit. She was attractive, apparantly liked me, and when we went to get some CDs, I got some old blink 182 to play songs about blowjobs and stuff to make it worse... and she got a They Might Be Giants CD!!! *kicks self* D: She was talking about them and I was ignoring her and trying to do the best "oh my god they're talking about sex!" giggle I could pretending to listen to blink 182. D:
I've been emaning to tell kip for a while, but you all know how my memory is... |
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| Let's NOT do the time warp again! |
[Jan. 7th, 2006|06:22 pm] |
Okay, so last night my little brother and I took a walk up to the mini mart, but then we decided to walk to a friend's house, and then to another, bigger store that didn't have creepy people working at it. The friend wasn't home, and the other store was closed, so we took a roundabout way to the minimart. There we got all sorts of snack-ey yum-yums, went outside, and started eating it. We barely ate anything because something had us laughing the entire time. A few minutes after we sat out there (there's a table and benches right outside the minimart) the guys that work there came out, and were standing next to some trashcans pretty far away. All of a sudden we hear these two really loud farts, from all the way over there, and I spit up some of my drink laughing so much. I got a strawberry milkshake-ish drink, and I only got to drink half of it because something would happen to make us both start laughing, or my little brother would say something funny like he always does, and I'd end up with it gushing out my mouth. D:
Okaysolike, to the point. We got home, and it was 1 AM. o.o; We both freaked and went to bed, because this morning I had to be at work at nine, an hour earlier than usual.
I woke up, and I SWEAR the clock said 10:30. I did a double take, got dressed, looked again, washed my hair quick, looked again, (I don't bother showering before work, 5 minutes and I reek there) and then rushed off to work. I got there, orked for hat I sear was at least two hours, and then looke at the clock, it was 15 after 11 am. I stared, then looked at the time in digital military time clock, they matched. I asked John, and his atch was the same thing. So I check my clock-in card, and I got there at 15 to 9. XD So either the cable company's clock was wrong, or I passd a time warp on the way to work. I talked to Lou a bit, he wants me in on Monday, which sucks because I napped from 3:40 until 6 and I woke up a bit ago, still tired. I'm worn out from the longer-than usual work day, and like, my feet have sore spots and blisters. D: He wanted me to come in all next week, I immediately told him I couldn't he asked me if I indeed wanted the job, because I'd have to do that, I told him I'd rather be fired, there's no way I can do that, the job is a secondary thing, compared to making sure my mother is okay and helping with the kids and animals and house. So he let me know he didn't know there was a personal schedule I had to stick to, and we'd work out something on Monday. He told me for that week I'd come in at 11, which is odd, seeing as I'm usually made to come in at 10 and work until about 3-4, not 11 and 4-5. Maybe because he saw I got in early today, even though he said it was earlier than I normally came in, but Idunno. I'll probably come in at my normal time because when I get there normally there's already a large amount of stuff to wash, mostly machine stuff and pans. |
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| Mom's being influenced again. |
[Jan. 5th, 2006|08:35 pm] |
Mother's been spending a lot of time around Janet. I hate Janet, I really do. Janet's managed to convince mother I'm lazy, a liar, that I quit my job, and god knows what else. I was probably fired from my job, when I talked ot Lou, picking up my last paychecks from work, I asked when I should come in next and he said I wasn't on the scehedule, and to check back with him later. When he said "off the schedule" he probably meant I wasn't working there anymore, but what I thought he meant was literally that I wasn't on the schedule for now. I talked to Mike, the head chef, and he said to call back this monday, wchich I did, Mike wasn't there, but Lou, the owner, was. Lous said to cal back on friday, tomorrow, so that's all I know, I probably talked to him all of 45 seconds in total the past three weeks. I only told mother what I knew, which is that Lou said I was off the schedule and to call back on Friday, I told her that because it's all I fucking know, it was all I was told. Apparantly her and Janet went to The Cove, where I work, and found I had been fired, they talked to Lou personally. Aren't I supposed to get a pink slip, a notice, something? All I got was him verbally telling me I wasn't on the schedule, so I wasn't lying to her, I was just saying all I knew.
Also, about tow days ago, I got up, and, like usual, without being told, immediately after my shower started doing my chores. That day I took out the trash, unloaded the dishes, did a load of laundry, fed the cats, swept the floor, cleaned the hallway bathroom, and finally cleaned up the dinner mess from the night before. After all that, I had to go get mother's approval to get the mouse for the computer, because apparantly I'm untrustworthy and lazy. And, after all that, my little brother gets on, because apparantly for him sitting around and tricking us into making food for him is enough to earn the same prize. You know what I do with the money from work? I give it to my mother. I give it to her for food, gas, stuff for the kids, anything she needs it for.
And yes, some days I did stay home from work, as some of you know, to take care of my mother because she was so sick she couldn't get out of bed, and you know what? Mother yelled at me for doing that until I cried.
I was better off with my father, barely eating each day in a trailer, where at least I was treated right. |
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| It's here! |
[Jan. 4th, 2006|05:35 pm] |
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My Pump It Up game arrived! I should have it tonight, I'm soooo excited! |
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| What's a lot. Wait, I mean a lot of whats. |
[Jan. 1st, 2006|08:22 pm] |
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What am I getting in the mail? Pump It Up: Exceed for the PS2 and dreamcast stuff. What did I get on gaia for a christmas present? Jacked-up pants. What am I scared of? My new work schedule I'm egtting tomorrow being too hard. |
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| Well, that was a fragile light. |
[Dec. 31st, 2005|04:41 pm] |
| [ | What I'm listening to |
| | They Might Be Giants - Cage and Aquarium | ] |
Bulb didn't last long at all. XD Rabid child sits at home, watching the CB...
*clears throat* Yeah. >_>;
I'm back from Melissa's, she cut hair and then when I got home mother finished it up and did the hard stuff. So yeah, bye-bye long hair.
And kip, when I said it's a rather private question, I wasn't avoiding it or saying no. That was just a private question. |
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| I'm happy-ing. |
[Dec. 28th, 2005|02:43 pm] |
Melissa's father asked her if she wanted to come get me this morning, so she called, I was home, after calling my work and talking to mother it's okay, I just need to be home by tomorrow night or early friday morning to be at work. So I'm very excited about visiting the cool daytona people for a day.
Also, I got what has to be one of the best christmas gifts I've seen.
It's one of those magnetic stickers you put on cars. XD |
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| Gah. |
[Dec. 27th, 2005|07:58 pm] |
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I'm trapped in cocoa beach again, after christmas mother isn't in the shape to take us home, I'll have to call work on big bret's cell phone when he gets home and find out if I'm fired or what. o_< Missing aso many days because I get trapped here for a fucking weekwhenever i come over, and my little brother wondfers why I never go anywhere, 'cause I nevwer get back on time. |
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| And about dinner. |
[Dec. 25th, 2005|10:36 pm] |
Christmas dinner mother got from a supermarket already made, because nobody in this side of the family can cook, and the dinner... Well, IT SUCKED. I mean, I've eaten school food for all the years I've had to, tried every strange recipie the family up north has thrown at me, but this dinner was horrid. Like, nobody would eat any, the potatoes were like glue, the meat needed lots of salt just to eat, the green beans were mushy, the rolls were chrunchy, tons of things wrong. >_<;
We had litle contests, we'd pick up potatoes on our spoons, turn them upside-down, and see how long before they fell off. I think we got to like 11 seconds. |
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| You'll shoot your eye out! |
[Dec. 25th, 2005|04:36 pm] |
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Well, my little brother shot a bottle, the bb richocheted and hit me right in the crotch. I am not joking. |
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| Yay christmas! |
[Dec. 25th, 2005|10:27 am] |
I got stuff this year, yay! My little brother, little sister, and I stayed up because we couldn't sleep, we were in little bret's room, then we finally fell asleep and got up at like, eight. Long story short, here's what I got: Clothes, which I needed, two pair of jeans especially, and socks. I got a cool watch, a parachute man, various tiny knick-knacks, aaaannnd, a BB rifle. Complete with ammo and targets, my little brother got the same thing, rifle with ammo and targets. We used up half my targets today, just shooting. I can't help but think of you, Jennifer, especially since the rifle's a "Grizzly". XD I couldn't hit jack squat, but after about 5 minutes, I'm decimating the targets before my little brother could aim, and then shattering the pieces of targets I already shattered. XD I took riflery lessons at bible camp (go figure) so I've doen that kinda' stuff before, but I really like these, they're so easy to use.
And the three of us got a trampoline, it's set up, though we're sore from putting it together and too tired to use it. I'm hungry... |
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| So, I got stuffs. |
[Dec. 23rd, 2005|03:19 pm] |
| [ | How I'm feeling |
| |  Musical | ] |
| [ | What I'm listening to |
| | They Might Be Giants - We want a rock | ] |
I have two packages, one from my grandmother, and one from Nancy, both under the tree. The one from my grandmother is obviously some tin of some sort, some metal holding thingy with stuff inside. 'Cause 'ya know, that's what holding things hold inside them, stuff. Okay, I admit it, I don't know what could be inside. XD I picked up three paychecks from work today, one for $98, one for $125, and the last for $147. o.o; Too bad I wasn't able to get them earlier, they won't be cashed in time for christmas, people will have to deal with getting gifts a little late... ^^; |
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| The little shit. |
[Dec. 21st, 2005|02:47 pm] |
My little brother was begging me to go with him to Circuit City a few nights ago, he was begging the entire fucking day, so I finally gave in, even though I was still sick and coughing up crap every few minutes, and after we get in the car and start driving, he lets me know the plans have changed and we were instead going to his father's house, then out to eat, then to the mall. =\
And guess what. Instead of coming back from a store that night, I ended up spending up until this morning at that guy's house, I had to miss a day of work and crap. >_<; Ohwells. Also, when I went into work today, I found out my schedule got changed, probably because of me not being realiably there for these past two weeks or so, what with mother being sick, then me being sick, then my little brother tricking me. |
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