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I don't want to go to work today.

fantasize

she's taking a break from a failed relationship and has decided to come visit for the weekend. the roommate she once had a fling with no longer lives here so I have no fear of him stealing her away. really timing couldn't have worked out better. and there she is standing in my doorway and i'm thinking off all the places I've wanted to kiss her since the last time. she smiles at me as i tell her to come in and she closes the door behind her.

RULES

Go to the "About Me" section for rules. FOLLOW THE RULES.

Spying

I spy on a lot of people's LiveJournals. People I don't even know. Some people I do know. And I use that information against them because I think they're a bunch of shitheads.

Fucking Idiots

So awhile back I won this contest. And the contest was to design the art for a popular CD at my school. So I did it, I spent all spring break doing it, and it was fucking awesome when I was done. I took it in to the campus organization that was in charge of making the CD, and they had me transfer everything to their computers, even though they have a much less recent version of all the software than I do and I had to fucking dumb some of it down for their old ass software. Fine, I did it, in fact spent hours doing it because I didn't want anyone else to fuck it up. I followed the instructions the retarded bitch in charge gave me to the letter so no one else would have to put in any work, but they didn't have the order for the bands yet (even though the CD was going to print the next day) so I couldn't put the actual text in. I left dummy text and explicit instructions for how to enter it without fucking up my design. Also, I don't know anything about printing, so I couldn't control that part of it, I kind of assumed if there was anything I really needed to know, they'd tell me ahead of time. When I got done the retarded bitch told me she'd get me into the release party for free and blah blah blah, which I didn't really care about but it would have been cool, and that I could have several copies of the CD.

I waited, since the CD was supposed to be released in a week, and never heard from her. I finally emailed her and asked what the fuck was going on, and she wrote me back all "ohh! tee hee! I forgot to tell you, the release party was like three days ago, and we have stacks and stacks of the CD in the office, just come and get one". Fine, annoying, but fine. So I went in to pick up the CD.

I don't even know what to say. They fucked it up, and I'm like retardedly upset about it. The retarded bitch told me to put the song titles here and the thank yous and stuff there, and I did, just like she said, even though I thought it was a little strange. Turns out she's a moron, and they had to reshuffle the text all over the place. Which means that my carefully laid out text balance was completely fucked, and the entire back of the CD looks only tenuously like my original design. To top it off, I guess when a picture goes through the print process, it ends up coming out a lot darker than the original. I didn't know that. So the cover looks like shit, it's way too dark, and you can hardly read the text on the back because when they were fucking it up, they fucked it up in the wrong direction and it's way too dark, too.

Long story short, I put a lot of time and creative energy into this and it was ruined. Then, to make it even worse, it was distributed to however many hundreds of people with MY name on it, as if I intended it to look this way.

It reminds me of almost every article I've had run in the school newspaper, where some idiot editor makes some idiot arbitrary change to my (originally correct) grammar or syntax and my entire clip is fucked up. Oh, that reminds me of another rant along the same lines:

In one of my writing classes, I wrote a story. It was pretty good. I sent it to one of my school's publications that is not the school newspaper and they took it, which was great. Then they sat on it for like a month, completely erasing any modicum of timeliness there might have been. Okay, fine. I just wanted the clip. But when they finally printed it, they had already reported on the same story, so they had to add a disclaimer at the beginning of the story acknowledging this. Okay, fine, fine, whatever, but they added to the disclaimer the fact that I had written the story in a writing class, which makes them look like fucking retards and ruins my clip. Ruins it. My teacher was so fucking pissed, and I am too. They gave the story a fucking two page spread, too, with sidebars and everything, and it would have been a fantastic clip but instead it looks like they're just pity publishing me because I'm a fucking student. I want to tear my hair out. Why would they do that? Then, while my teacher and I remained mystified, they did it to a classmate of mine, too! Students in this class (before this semester) have published shit there for years, and they've never ever done that. Those fucking retarded bastards.

I like to think that I'm a careful person. I'm careful with other people's shit, too, which means that if I'm ever in a position to produce something for someone, I want to make sure it's exactly what they want. Why can't other people do that, too? It would have taken 10 seconds for the printers to lighten up the images on my CD. It would have taken those fuckers at the publication negative five minutes to NOT write a fucking disclaimer on my piece. Am I the only one who gives a shit about how other people fucking feel about things they have sweated over?
How could you do something like that and be able to sleep at night without wanting to kill yourself for being such a douchepie?

This is the best fucking idea ever.

I used to be really good friends with this girl from college and she had a boyfriend that she'd been with since early high school. He's really not so nice to her, like once he got mad and threw a Starbucks mocha all over her dorm room. And then once he freaked out and she had to wrestle some scissors away from him, giving herself a huge gash on her thumb in the process, and told everyone she "cut it curling ribbon". Hmm, can anyone else see the warning signs? He would always comment about my boobs right in front of her and the rest of our friends. I liked her and thought he was just an ass. She was my roommate last semester and they got engaged. He had just arrived for the weekend, sat down on our couch, and the next thing I know, I look over and he's holding the ring in the box like a foot from her face and I just hear,"blah blah blah, marry me." Super unromantic. She had to put the ring on herself. One of the guy's best friends was in our living room too and didn't even know what happened until like 10 minutes later.

She asks me to be her maid of honor. I was shocked but I accept. Then a bunch of shit went down and my other 2 roommates felt really attacked by the Boyfriend so we talked to her after he left for the weekend and said that if he came back to visit, that he couldn't stay at our apartment. She freaked the fuck out. I was asked to be a "special" bridesmaid instead of the maid of honor. I accepted. Finally, she told me that she felt really betrayed by me, etc, you know, because I was the one who was abusive to her. Riiight. Finally, it all came to a head and I told her that I really cared for her and that I was frankly scared for her safety if she stayed with this guy and married him. He's already verbally and emotionally abusive to her and there's no reason to think it won't progress to physical violence. I had hoped that me telling her this (as someone who grew up in a household where there was physical violence!) would let her see the light. I just told her I was really scared for her and had to tell her because I couldn't support her in this decision of hers. I also told her that I could hear her crying on the balcony at night, talking to him on the phone, and hear her saying that she didn't know how to be her own person and that she was terrified to be alone. All qualities of a healthy relationship, right? Totally.

She told me that I was 100% wrong and that the only reason she ever cried last semester was because of me. Okkkkkkay. Then I got kicked out of the wedding. Which was fine by me, I was going to ask to be removed anyways, but my other 2 roommates asked me to wait until semester to do so when we weren't all living together anymore. Anyways, I think this girl obviously needs a ton of counseling and I'm so tempted to just leave random notes with the emergency phone number for Middle Way House on them. But then another part of me wants to fucking hit her in the face for being such a fucking dumbass.

But she reads my blog and I can't say it. It really pisses me off.

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