The Iron Wicket

Live from Eugene

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mishaenlightened
violue
That whole "is the glass half full, or half empty?" personality identifier is so stupid. The logical answer is it depends on if the glass started off empty or full. If you have an empty glass and you fill it halfway, your glass is half full. If you have a full glass and you empty it halfway, your glass is half empty. I don't see what that has to do with optimism and pessimism.

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scrubs
violue
I don't understand people who say "dammit." Or why that's the version spellcheck accepts. Damn + it. You put the words together and you get damnit. There's no M created out of the ether, ok?

Trash Burrito
scrubs
violue
Ryan has interesting stories.





Me
Isn't it past your bed time



Ryan
I don't work tomorrow



Me
me either(it's a joke. i have no job)



Ryan
cool
I work too much now
It sucks



Me
why did you get another job?



Ryan
I didn't want it
Most people here make about $2 per hour
So I told him I want $25 per hour if they want me to work there
and they said yes
I didn't expect it



Me
yeah but
if you dont want it
and you dont need it



Ryan
I never quit anything. I'm scared to quit things



Me
tell that to best buy and bi-mart!
BUUUURRRRN



Ryan
I quit those places because I moved
I quit Taco Bell because they wouldn't let me eat a burrito out of the trash
I think that was the only job I quit without moving.



Me
excuse me?



Ryan
?



Me
oh come on
dont act like you dont know what im talking about



Ryan
I didn't quit any other jobs
I just kinda stopped doing some things, but I never quit



Me
dude why were you trying to eat a burrito out of the trash



Ryan
When we mess up on an order we're supposed to just throw it away
so I just went on break and ate it.



Me
thats not out of the trash



Ryan
actually, that wasn't the main reason



Me
you misled me



Ryan
I set it on top of the trash first
anyway
the main reason was that I got an employee discount meal at the beginning of my shift
then I tried to get one on my break, but my manager was a dick and said not only did I already have the first one, but i had the free trash burrito, so I couldn't get another one.
so I quit



Me
LLEGKLJAEILGJLAEIGJILAE



Ryan
and I callled my friends who worked there and they quit too
I wrapped the burrito up before I set it on the trash
it was a clean trash anyway
it was behind the counter and just had stuff for packaging and other mistake food


//end relevant conversation text//

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aniscrubs
violue
I try to tell myself it will be different this time. This time around, I'll be prepared, I won't be afraid, I'll face things head on, and I try so hard. But still, it goes the same way. Once again, when the toast popped out of the toaster, I was startled.

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scrubs
violue
I haven't viewed my friends page literally in years. Maybe I should start reading it daily or something.


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aniscrubs
violue
 When I was an adolescent and saw Roots, I was confused when they slaves weren't understanding their masters, because they spoke english perfectly in the first part of the movie.

When I was a kid, I was good at things like reading, math, spelling, logic crap, etc. I was in the 'smart kids' group at one point.

And yet, I was also a total moron.

Midget Porn
scrubs
violue
I haven't shared any of my conversations with people in a while. Probably because I don't have many... except for when I spend 10 hours IMing secretbutterfly ... anyhoo. This is a conversation with John, who is listed as my fiance on facebook. (I don't care how uncool it is to list friends as family, and my uncle cickiz , my mother theexecutioner , and my sisters emotional_chica and secretbutterfly know how cool I am)


John:
I have a funny story for you.
I was looking at funny pictures, and one was one of those demotivational pictures. It was of a well-endowed midget.
I was talking to my brother later, and I told him about it. I told him I was so disturbed by the picture, because if midgets have large dicks, that means they are real people.

Midgets.Collapse )

I won the conversation.

Addendum to Catharsis
scrubs
violue
I don't know how I managed to leave these out. They're a big part of my little story.


More merry rays of sunshine on the way!Collapse )

Catharsis
scrubs
violue
A few days ago I was talking to someone about a comment I'd left on ONTD a while back about the sad sad story of Zach, often referred to on LJ/Twitter as "the evil-ex"... I remembered exactly which post it was, mostly because it was an Amanda Seyfried post with a more or less memorable title "Amanda Seyfried Scared Of Sex".. Anyhoo found the post right away, was going to go through it, then just...left it in a tab and eventually closed it. Just remembered it, and had to go through the pages of the post to find my comment. Naturally it was towards the end of the post. 13 pages in. Why didn't I start at the beginning!?

My 'relationship' with his is long, pitiful, pathetic, stupid, toxic, inexplicable, and quite melodramatic when told from my point of view. Sorry.

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Anyway. I don't know why I've typed this all out I didn't think it would get this long, but I couldn't stop. Believe it or not, I left quite a bit out. But I think this is far more than plenty. I have on occasion told large chunks of the story at different times in the past, to different people, for different reasons. But at the moment I don't know exactly. Maybe it's catharsis or maybe it's for the pity and support that I actually get uncomfortable when I receive. There are only a few responses people can give without being an asshole. That I'm better off without him. That he's scum and I deserve better. That I'm not worthless. That you hope I can get past this some day. That I need to stop taking ambien, or to take it more responsibly. That you love me. That I'll never have the love/respect of someone until I can love/respect myself. Or other comments that WOULD put you into asshole territory. I guess I just wanted you guys to know who/what I really am. But if you really read all of this I guess it would help if you let me know. Just so I know who among you knows who I really am, and who took the time to read all of this, because considering how insanely long this is, you'd best believe I appreciate it.

To end on a positive-like note, I do have a third accomplishment. I can be quite the social butterfly(although people from ohnotheydidnt might have a different term) online with plenty of people, but like I said, not real-time. The third accomplishment is mostly because of my trio of PROFOUND BOND friends from a Supernatural fan community. I'm getting better at having a quick dialog on twitter (more or less real time), the occasional lengthy text conversation, and a few times some lengthy IM conversations. If you're reading this, Female-J2 and Sarah thank you!

In response to ONTD comment saying "ONTD, Good Weekend?"
scrubs
violue
*ahem* WELL. 20 hours ago, after what was an incredibly horrible bout of sleep paralysis, my mom woke me up with a plate of my faaavorite chicken sticks and jojos from one of the general stores nearby. Then I found a new picture of my beloved Misha circulating the internet. It's a legitimate photo, but doesn't his head seem kind of big? He still looks hot as hell.




Then I discovered Jared Padalecki had made a twitter. Lots of fun has been had with that throughout the day. I'm looking forward to much snark between he an Misha. Here's a video of him breaking the news:



Then I decided to take one of the three adderall pills a friend gave me like a month ago, and start writing in the hopes that if I was writing when it kicked in, I would be completely focused until it wore off. Unfortunately, when it kicked in, I hadn't started writing yet, and was playing on ONTD and twitter. Which is mostly what I did for 18+ hours. I tweeted 341 times throughout that time.

In between all that, I did THIS on accident, and still have barely gotten the taste out of my mouth.

Four hours later, I ended up spending two hours solving THIS enchanting puzzle. It's not really a puzzle. I was just trying to find something and got obsessed once I couldn't. It's not just my first comment you have to read, the process continues with my comments I put in response to my original comment.

Two hours after that, I got an e-mail from my friend, who told me he'd gotten my letter. I wrote the lyrics to Never Gonna Give You Up as if it were a letter, and mailed it to him without saying a thing about it in advance. He said he kept laughing for 5 minutes. I got warm fuzzies. I love him. I hope he pins it to his refrigerator.

Three hours after that, I started spamming cupcake pictures in the last few pages of THIS post, as it had gone O/T and I really love pictures of cupcakes. They're very pretty.

I think two hours after that, my beloved Misha posted this:



I then exploded with a major case of the squee-lawls.

I wanted to make a gif of it, but I usually download things from youtube to do that, and the video was originally on twitvid. It took me forever to get it downloaded to my computer, because the usual methods weren't working, and I got all stubborn AGAIN, and decided I would not relent until I made that damn gif. It was just a tiny god damn gif, completely inconsequential, much like my Keri Russell baby quest. But after about two hours, I did it. I didn't feel the same sense of accomplishment though. I did upload it to youtube though. And posted this gif to my tumblr:




Two hours after THAT, I made this:




I don't know. And I just spent more than half an hour typing this up. I was going to post it as a response to that question on ONTD in the form of a comment, but I guess I got a bit too carried away for that.

And for 18 hours, I've had a video file open in VLC that I was going to watch but didn't get around to. (one of the many, many HIMYM episode I haven't seen: Slapsgiving 2)

There's quite a big estimation going on with when I did all those things, but Gmail, ONTD Comments I made, and my Twitter timeline helped me piece together what the fuck I've been doing all this time.

I've got to be honest, I'm scared to go to sleep, I don't want to deal with the sleep paralysis and false awakenings I was experiencing. It was seriously awful.

There's no way anyone read all of this. Right?? Skipping to the end doesn't count. You have to have read this entire entry, and read/watched/viewed everything I linked throuhout. I'll let the issue of the cupcakes slide.

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