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Post by SpringsSong on Feb 17, 2013 16:15:38 GMT -7
Well, this is my little journal. I suppose I'll start by saying that I'm SO excited to see this place start to get on its feet again, hopefully. I'm working on redoing the PSDs for the Trinkets that lack them (because there are still Trinkets from the days when I was stupid and didn't save the PSDs, or I just plain lost them when my external crashed forever ago), so that could take... a little while. >w<;
I am... really, really fighting with every fiber in my being to not start up a self-RP between Simanya and Tariel. Those two girls could be quite interesting to RP together, since Tariel wishes she was born her aunt's daughter instead of her mother, while Simanya adores her mother but doesn't understand why her mother is so against her ever seeing NĂ¡riel, even in a brief encounter.
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Post by SpringsSong on Feb 18, 2013 17:45:52 GMT -7
So. I was in a reminiscent mood today, and I found myself remembering how the Trinkets came to be in existence.
I need to tell the whole story, you see. I woke up on the morning of July 29th, 2008, like any other day. Except that, unfortunately, it was not like any other day because my mother woke me up. And she woke me up by telling me that our house had been TP'd the night before, and asked if anyone from my high school knew where I lived because of something they'd left.
Needless to say, I was furious. While my brother got to stay inside, and while my dad was at work, and my mother was out shopping, I was stuck cleaning up all the the freaking TP in the yard. I barely made a dent in it when I found a tiny pink gem that looked like it was from a ring (remember this!), and then, I got three splinters in three separate fingers. So I went inside.
Some neighbor kids offered to help clean the place up. We then discovered that the delinquents that did this also forked our yard--not fun to clean up. After the TP had been cleaned up, I retired to my computer.
The tiny pink gem was sitting on my desk, where I could see it. Suddenly, as I was derping around on Evelon, I thought to myself, "I wonder how popular living statues made of metal and gemstones in the shape of cats would be."
And thus, the Trinkets were born.
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Post by SpringsSong on Mar 11, 2013 17:24:51 GMT -7
I've just been... so tired lately. So unmotivated. It's been hard to actually stay motivated and excited about things.
I haven't been sleeping very well. I haven't been lying awake at night, or staying up obscenely late, I just... wake up feeling tired. I don't even know what it is.
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Post by SpringsSong on Mar 28, 2013 12:23:31 GMT -7
This, my fellow Samenians, is a pregnant rant, or a pregrant.
Read on at your own risk.
Gosh, I just LOVE people who think they can control other people's lives. I mean, for those of you who HAVEN'T heard me vent about my parents and brother, basically, my parents feel like they need to be completely IN CONTROL with EVERYTHING. That's why, when I went off to college and discovered the Church and was baptized, I didn't tell them until within a week of the date set for my baptism--that and their views on Mormons were QUITE set and they weren't going to budge on them, and still won't budge on them.
But, that's aside from the point.
I had discovered freedom, partaken of its fruit, and decided, "Yanno what? I like this. I want more of it."
My little brother, on the other hand? My parents have their leashes on him so tight that, at 19, he doesn't even WANT to look into moving out and into his own place. In fact, he gets all "Oh no! You're not sending me to an apartment, are you!" when they say that all three of them need to go somewhere. He'll be dependent on them for the rest of his life, and when they pass, then he becomes someone else's problem (conveniently enough, not mine and Stingray's. I wonder why, and if it really is because they "wouldn't want to burden [us] with such a task" or if it's because my parents STILL don't want the Church discussed around him).
And now, another portion of the pregrant that steers AWAY from family and towards idiots.
So, back... a little bit ago now (I forget just HOW long ago OTL), I started getting these calls from a debt collections agency. The first one was just a robo-call that gave a number to call back, so I did--and, like, apparently there was some "unresolved" expense from my gall bladder surgery. I ask them to mail the paperwork to the home address, and guess what? It never comes.
Then--lol, get this--they somehow get a hold of my parents' HOME PHONE NUMBER and start calling that number. Finally, the other day, we actually get through to a person and they gave information that did NOT add up with the numbers that are on my parents' BANK ACCOUNT, which since my parents paid for my gall bladder surgery... yeah going with that information.
Basically they're trying to make us pay another $400-some when the procedure was paid in full in the first place, and Dad has the information proving that it was paid. He's asked the hospital's billing department to send paperwork on all this before he pays so much as one cent to them, naturally.
However, I currently now have a $400-some debt mark on my credit report that won't go away till this bullshit is resolved.
Just... fuck this, man...
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Post by SpringsSong on Apr 3, 2013 7:55:06 GMT -7
Not that anyone honestly cares, but I'm gonna be gone till Monday since Stingray and I are going to Utah. Hopefully this will be the first of many excursions out there that lead to a permanent residence there.
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