lifepuppetreji


My Miserable Life

Exactly what it says on the tin.


I'm just tired.
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Goodbye and Good Riddance
Blah blah blah.- Insert shit nobody really cares about except me here, here and roughly here. -
Quick rundown, I'm done with that bastard. Owes me far too fucking much and honestly doesn't care about other people's property.
Figures? Just another shitty friend  I don't need, up there with the likes of Carlos, Rom and Jeff.

They all have something in common. They've all lied, cheated and stole from me when I was simply being nice enough to help them. I could have, and will last week onward, tell people to fuck off.
What I don't like about him is that he and his sister are always mooching off of other people, I found out something about their family the last time I went to his house and yes, it will be the last time. I'm never going back, I can't stand him or them because of this.
The Story

So, two saturdays ago I I went to collect the fucking money he owes me.
If you recall, but  I doubt anyone actually reads this. I lent to him two hard to find videogames out of good faith. Also before that, I helped him purchase a memorycard and a controller.

His brother, or so he says. Sold the games..  Their value together exceed 150USD, if you can even fucking FIND the other game. At that moment, I should have simply walked away. But, no, I thought he would make good on what he owed me.

The Truth Comes Out.

His family lives like animals packed into a cage, an obscenely well furnished cage.
Turns out, he comes from an excessively well off family that honestly oozes money, but they're selfish and are always begging for something and have no idea on how to properly spend money. Who the hell buys a 56 inch tv when they need to buy clothes for their kids?
I had once lent him CLOTHES FOR A FUCKING JOB INTERVIEW. At a place I recommended none the less, but hey at that time, I thought he was struggling.I was a good friend, I helped him out when I -thought- he needed it. I wasn't expecting to be paid back, but then I learn that he could have went out and bought it himself from the beginning?

Who needs a friend who ONLY shows up when they need something? I sure as fuck don't. Especially a person who has more money in a week than I get in a fucking year.



New Wounds Awake Old Infections

Which brings my actual circle of outside friends to let's say, carry the 1, divide by zero, subtract 2.... Zero.
Seeing that I almost never see Sarah, Gee or Ness anymore. I also don't count David as a friend. Christ. Oh , it would be different if he weren't one of those hypocritical-weeaboo-fucktard- faggots-filled-with-faggotry. No, quite literally. He's gay, but it's not that what bugs me about him so much, it just amplifies whats already there.

He ridicules people having an actual debate over zombies, calling it imaginary and immature, but then drones on and on about Vandred, Robotech, what character he is from the show  ( I KID YOU FUCKING NOT) to the point I almost want to stab him in the mouth with my new knife.( I must post a picture of it sooner or later. It's a Blue Bailisong)  But, hey; That's self control kicking in. I've already been in ANOTHER class with him.

Actually, if you wanna laugh a bit.  This is what happened.

"So, it was before History Class, I was surprisingly helping out this lady in my class, Jennifer understand what we were taught the other day. In a nutshell, my little recap of the work started some of the students asking why am I not teaching the class. Obviously, I'm not qualified to do so, and fuck. History is one of my strong points( as long as they don't require EXACT answers.) Richard shows up and I show him my book the Zombie Survival Guide. Why? Because in the last class he didn't think it existed, so ta-dah!

We started talking, you know the typical zombie fan chit-chat. A few other people in the class got into the convo, no problem. David shows up, stares at us. Proceeds to stare a bit longer. He then makes a face you should only see on animated characters like Spongebob, and poots out a line so queer that it would make RuPaul blush.

A few more minutes passed, and I thought his voice had gotten louder. I was mistaken... It was another, equally big guy with an equally high pitched voice and mannerisms.  The horror.. The horror...

Or it would have been if they had actually known each other. Jennifer was giggling at the zombie talk and her favorite movie, it was alright. But none the less, I can't accurately describe how annoying he got that day.

During the break in class, he mentioned he was finally getting a laptop. Something he had been bitching about since the other class were in together, for days and weeks that's all he talked about.  But the laptop he mentioned he wanted? The fucking Air.
Frankly, I'm not the only person who looked at him funny when he said that. I made this girl laugh when I explained to him and I quote " If you're going to waste that much money, why not give it to me?"

1,500 dollars. On a laptop that's lacking even the most standard features of a budget 800 dollar computer?

...Okay. I could fill a novel with the crap that goes on in that class and the time before it.

Working For Almost Nothing

So, I make roughly 10.50 an hour. They take 30 -50 dollars worth of taxes because my Tax-Free checks are now over. They take 12 to 20 dollars worth of Union Fees. Which I have yet to fully grasp the concept of. I never signed up for any Union. Nor have I gotten my Union card and the apparent shop steward of my union is never around.

Sprint has been sending me a new bill every two fucking weeks. I mean dear God. I just paid them and two weeks later another bill for 225 dollars shows up? Oh. It's pretty fucking funny though. The letter says " PAY 225 dollars or your phone will be shut off on  Feb 26"
  The thing is, they shut it off on the 16th and I paid it on the 13th. They refuse to turn it back on, even when I sent them a copy of the papers where it said paid. Fucking worthless cunts.
Sprint is fucking with me, again. They won't even reduce my fucking rate. Why reduce my rate you ask? I have a cellphone with 450 minutes a month and I only used 20. My spending limit is 350USD , but MAGICALLY WHEN I HAVE NOT MADE A PHONECALL IN TWO WEEKS IT JUMPS TO 100USD.

Seriously, why the fuck do I even have a cellphone? Nobody ever calls me. I never call anybody ( because everyone is just too busy to speak with, or be bothered me with me. They have better things to do)  and I rarely get texted by Jessica.
Oh, it was supposed to be for an emergency and other things. OH! Now I remember, when I was working my other job, I needed a personal cellphone, but that job paid twice as much more than this one does.

So, after everything I have to pay.buy. I have exactly 10 dollars left to myself. Not bad for a biweekly paycheck, am I right?

I make more than other people, but in the end I'll always have less.


So It Snowed Yesterday


Went to work. Even though work was really nothing but watching Dune and setting up laptops. I arrived on time, yet the Department supervisor and my supervisor arrived like 30 to an hour late. But who cares, I showed up on time.

It's why I hate taking the bus. People on the bus are ass backwards. It's one of the few things that honestly makes me  rage anymore.
You get on the bus and fucking 12 to 20 people are JAMMED in the front and I never sneak on to the back of the bus either.
I paid for a fucking metrocard and I'm going to fucking use it.  They don't care, obviously darlings. So, I'm a big guy and I don't care who the fuck I trample moving into the bus anymore. Why? Because there is fucking standing room in the middle and towards the fucking back of the bus and I don't feel like having some amywhinehouse-looking whore  with a cheap glittery bag poking me in my nuts.
( Funny enough, that whole lowrider expose the back of your ass thing? Girls still do it, during a fucking snowstorm. Score one for the conformity! I mean God. They're putting fashion above their health. I personally don't want a girl with fucking strep, meningitis, or any other thing you can catch from having your bare ass on the seats of a public bus.)

Also, I walked home. Realized I had the wrong type of shoes on as well!
But it didn't matter really. While I was walking, I managed to help some people across the fucking deep pools of ice water that were forming. It really makes you wonder how good of a job our local department of sanitation is doing when there's quite litterally a lake of ice water and black slush floating in the street.

Jose saw me help an old lady across the street and started calling me a boyscout after she left. I have a bad feeling that name is going to stick for a while. Considering Carl replied " You're fucking a boyscout?!" when I told Jose that I'm "Not a fucking boyscout".

"Anything you say, can and will be turned into something else"


And In The End, All I Got Was A Headache

Spoke to Sarah, she looked cute. Even outside of her standard attire, I can always recognize her walk and her face.Meh, it's just another one of those never will be situations that my life is composed of.
I don't know what I want, even if I did know it's going to be nearly impossible for me to ever get it. Even the most simplest of things turn into a nightmare when it comes down to me.

Life is unfair, but that's exactly what Life is.

I'm the campus roadie.
lifepuppetreji
That's what it means to work within my college's Audio Visual department.

So, I finally found a job where I can use my meager DJing skills. Well, I was complimented on how I handled techno, but I still need work and like my boss said. By the time I'm finished with this , I'll be a full fledged DJ and Roadie.

So. Friday, was movie night. We set up the big screen, projector and since we finished early and my co workers had not arrived. I filled that lower area of C-Hall with a couple of mixes.

Ratasomething, the movie about a rat cooking food. It was the movie mostly everyone came to see, even the adult students.


Janeane Garofalo is sexy, on screen , off screen, doing the voice of a violent French chef. <3
Talk to me, powerful movie. Enough said.


Yadda Yadda Yadda, my hours are kinda shitty, but I can never win anything so no use bitching about it.

I'm not allowed to drive on campus,but! I do have access to the underground area which is horrorific and spooky. I'll upload the pictures later.

Classes in what? 6 hours. I'm tired. Perpetually depressed, perpetually angry and unlike those fucktards you see in the news, I'm not bringing weapons to school.

I'm letting my anger out in short controlled bursts upon scene kids! See! Positive logic!

I'm off to work. Extra long hours today.
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Since I started my new job yesterday at the Audio Visual Department on Campus and I work on Club Day and Party day, -every- week.

Yesterday we were setting up the 20footer for Movie Night, which is tonight.
Today, if the weather permits ; We're doing a party in C-Hall and Movie Night AND the BBQ.

It's not all that bad, I'm up to it, but like everything else I do, my mind is doing the job but my heart is somewhere else.

That's enough for now, I'll post more when I get back home since I don't trust the campus computers with my livejournal. That's right. I'll use my myspace on campus but not my livejournal since I dont give a shit about my myspace account.

Shower time.

Guess I have to put my spectacular funeral plans on hold.
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Why do I bother bitching about things in such a dramatic manner anyway. Things are going to get worse, the get worse, whoopie. There's no use of rolling out a red carpet, I'm not gonna win an Academy Award for Shittiest Day.

Dying is expensive, and right now I cant afford it. It's a luxury item like an ipod.

My new on campus job is "eh." I only work two days a week anyway. I've got gripes about it, but I'll just shut up and keep them to myself. = 3

Stay tuned for next week episode " Dangerously Deadly Deductibles or Honey I blew up everything!"

I feel like dying.
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Honestly, I feel like killing myself, but yeah. Nobody cares, why bother?
I'd get the traditional tears from my mother and father, my sisters -might- show up to my funeral, but what would they say?

"Yeah. We only met our brother twice.. So.. Cant say much about him except for some things we made up."

Then I'd get people saying things that are far from true.

Either fake friends or nobody at all would show up."Oh. He did this and that."

It will be a miserable funeral, then they'll raid my stuff. No funeral is complete without the traditional posession raid. It will be like Christmas for them, all the items I own that they always wanted will be theirs.
All the things they wanted to use with their real friends, but not me will finally be theirs.

Hurray at least someone will be happy with my stuff. I know I'm not.

Today's Classes.
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I've learned a few things today!

1) I still sleep through 80% of the class, wake up and answer every question in five minutes then go back to sleep.
This was kinda of funny, seeing as my instructor has a IF YOU SLEEP IN MY CLASS YOU GET KICKED OUT RULE. So, I was sleeping in his class.. Answering more of his questions while snoozing than anybody else was while awake.. So he honestly had no idea I was asleep.

Thank goodness I do not snore!


2) Do not sing Taste the Blood on a College Campus.

For those who do not know the lyrics:

The flinch in your eye calls your bluff...
Feel free to die when you've had enough...
Useless cause is breakin' your back...
Your life will end when you attack...

Make your move,
Make your stand.
Make the win,
(Ha!) Like you can.

See the war,
See me rule.
See the mirror,
You'll see a fool.

To take me out, you must fight like a man.
(To take me out, you must fight like a man!)
You've yet to prove that you can.
(You've yet to prove me that you can!)
I see your might and it compares to something.
(I see your might and it compares to something!)
That is.. if something is nothing.
(That is.. if something is nothing!)

Time to figure,
Time to sin.
Your time is done,
When you begin.

Live for suffer,
Live for revenge.
Now, your life..
Comes to an end.

Taste the blood,
Taste your fate.
Swallow your pride..
With your hate.

Your last breath,
Your last stance.
The last of all,
In your command.

Knees in your blood with your crying pleas,
Wade in your sorrow, bathe in your fear,
Clear your mind from righteousness suffered,
Witness the moment of [your] FAILURES PROSPER!!

The flinch in your eye calls your bluff...
Feel free to die when you've had enough...
Useless cause is breakin' your back...
Your life will end when you attack...

Make your move,
Make your stand.
Make the win,
(Ha!) Like you can.

See the war,
See me rule.
See the mirror,
You'll see a fool.

To take me out, you must fight like a man.
(To take me out, you must fight like a man!)
You've yet to prove that you can.
(You've yet to prove me that you can!)
I see your might and it compares to something.
(I see your might and it compares to something!)
That is.. if something is nothing.
(That is.. if something is nothing!)

Time to figure,
Time to sin.
Your time is done,
When you begin.

Live for suffer,
Live for revenge.
Now, your life..
Comes to an end.

Taste the blood,
Taste your fate.
Swallow your pride..
With your hate.

Your last breath,
Your last stance.
The last of all,
In your command.

Knees in your blood with your crying pleas,
Wade in your sorrow, bathe in your fear,
Clear your mind from righteousness suffered,
Witness the moment of [your] FAILURES PROSPER!!

Then the song repeats from the start , ad infinitum.

3) I really have no patience for weeaboos, I let them ramble on and on and smile and nod my head.

4) The school computers are far more "Ghetto" than I first came to believe.

MOMMY I WANT A PS3 NOW
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.....I made Marcus say that when his 360 had the RED LIGHTS OF DEATH.

For those who do not know what the red lights are...

They are the Xbox equal to the famous BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH that pretty much every windows operating system suffers from, except in the form of a video game console.

He kept ranting on and on about how the 360 was better than the PS3.. Then his fucking xbox crashed.

I don't know if it was fate, or luck. But it happened RIGHT while he was PS3 bashing.

I've never even heard about the RLoD until today, thank you Microsoft for proving that the PS3 is superior. Thank you.

Can't Microsoft make ANYTHING that does not crash after a year of use? God help us if they start making cars.

Accidental Emo.
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So.. While opening the mailbox after a long day of classes, I was juggling some stuff I bought from the store.

My bookbag slips off my arm, slides down and jams my arm into the top of the mailbox ; Perfectly cutting my wrist in the most emo of all fashions.

I have job interviews tomorrow and my makeshift bandage must be covered by a sweatband.. How ..
Scene. = (

I'm the guy who has all that impossible shit happen to him. = (

Oh dear.
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The fucker is drunk and getting high. Jee.. the next couple of days are going to suck big fat floppy donkey dick. Honestly.

Between Dangerfield 1/2 , Comedian and Mrs.Snape, things are only going to get worse before they get better..



Anyway, humor time.

I log on to the internets and I decide to head to Elitist Weeaboo Central #386 aka AF.

Tonight, I learned even more things about pointless Japanese cartoons. I honestly believed they reached the pinnacle of pointless BS, I was wrong. So very wrong.

If anyone needs me, I'll be watching They Live.
It's a fucking awesome movie from the late 80s. . I mean it's a gem and is not appreciated in the way it should be. People suck.

Blah blah blah
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"Is it worth breaking a friendship because of one of the people involved is a mooch?"

Yes. It is.

Should have told him to shove off the last time. At least I get my silence, until people in my family start screaming and bitching for no reason. It's been a month I lent him that stuff, not a single attempt from him to contact me nor have my attempts worked.

You see, people have better things to do than talk to me.

Super Mooch 2 is constantly contacting me on aim to hang our, blah blah blah. I know he wants money and that suddenly makes him my best friend. Jee such a nice thing to do, include a person you rarely talk to .. The moment you need something he may have.

Classes.. They are .. Sort of okay. Our amazing " I cant believe this is a classroom" room got switched because the other class had a handicapped student who seriously could not have possibly made it up to the third floor in LH. So, now we have " Hey, it's a classroom that's really fucking hot." Win some lose some.

Other instructor is like minihitler, but it's easier to to just agree with them blah blah blah.

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