I’ve been meaning to sit down and write what I’m about to write for a while. These last few weeks I’ve been compelled to return to blog writing, but with all the traveling, rehearsal, and work for SPG- it has been put off a little!
I used to write a lot of blogs- and I really haven’t recently….
As a reminder, District 1 is My Little Pony. The tributes from this district are Jade and Techy. If you want to help keep these two tributes from starving during the games reblog this to show your support!
How this works: A food product will be banked in the sponsor shop for each 250 notes…
and my dad asks me about my interest level in American Idol. I tell him I am not interested in it much. He says, “really? But Phillip is your kind of music” I tell him Phillip is pretty far from my kind of music and before he can insist further my brother just looks over and said, “Have you even seen her iPod?!”
The men of my family are wonderfully goofy goobers. It is most excellent.
Aries: a knife, lots of stab wounds, especially ones in the face- most likely a rage kill. After they were done stabbing you, they’d start ripping you limb from limb, even if you were already dead. That, or they’d criticize you, but it’d be so on point that you’d feel bad enough to kill yourself.
Taurus: Their bare hands, and they’d strangle you to death. They’d stare into your eyes intensely as they suffocated you to death, maybe even adding in a few dramatic “I got you in the end, you know.” phrases while doing it.
Gemini: It all depends on what is convenient for them to use as a murder weapon- they’re clever, so they’d figure it out quickly. Most cannibals are Geminis, so they’d probably eat you afterwards. If you really fucked them over, maybe they’d cut off your hands and watch you bleed to death, probably laughing while doing it.
Cancer: They’d take you to the beach and find a secluded area only to tie you to a boulder in the shallows of the beach and watch the tide slowly drown you and sea creatures start to pick at your helpless/crying for help corpse.
Leo: They’d make a whole sport of it- they’d find a bunch of really sadistic, fucked up people on the black market and put you in a pit filled with big cats (especially lions), you’d here “let the games begin!” and a spotlight would come on the death pit as your torn to shreds.
Virgo: They’d make it look like an accident somehow. Regardless, no one would ever find out that they did it, because they’d cover their tracks well enough.
Libra: Similar to the virgo one, but they’d definitely pretend to be distraught by what happened, and mask that they were involved really well…but in order to get you back, they’d get your family, your friends, and other people you cared about to show THEM sympathy, and to be on their side.
Scorpio: Succinolcholine injection after chloroforming the person helpless. (sp? A horse tranquilizer that is extremely hard to detect and basically make the person POWERLESS to do ANYTHING except suffocate to death. It makes all muscles go soft.) and they’d talk to you about how powerless and helpless you were until you died.
Sagittarius: beating the shit out of someone until they were literally an unrecognizable bloody mass.
Capricorn: Shooting someone in the head, mafioso style. They’d want it to be quick and clean, and they’d have organized a team to cover for them, dump the body, and probably hired virgo to hide the evidence.
Aquarius: It’d either be something really strange, whacky, and off the wall, like killing someone in the middle of a play by planning to have a stage light dropped on them, or they’d make an example of you in front of a bunch of their “followers” which they’d most likely have if they were crazy enough to kill.
Pisces: They’d capture you and play surgeon, the whole time ranting and raving about “how it feels” to feel pain as intensely as the emotional pain that they feel. They’d make sure that the kill took a long time so that they had a captive audience for a long time- another reason they’d prolongue it is they’d enjoy being the predator instead of the victim for once.
So everything finally came to a head on the last day of school.
I come back from spending the night at a friend’s dorm and is faced with bitch from hell. I start packing and immediately she starts screaming at me. Apparently I was spreading lies and really really needed psychological help. I’m all quiet, ignoring her and packing but mentally I’m like:
And I quote, “You think I’m stupid and don’t know the lies you spread about me? You are a cruel demonic person and a bully. Maybe you were bullied in grade school but I doubt that you are just a bully! I’ve been nothing but friendly to you. You seriously need some form of help. I’ve hated you since week two!” She continued to go on about how the truth probably hurts me.
Little did she know I had been seeing the school psychologist to help deal with my school stress related anxiety that was actually making me sick in the morning. I told her this and she screams seeing she didn’t see any improvement in me.
Then she threatens to hound me to the car waving a note of apology I wrote once when I was wicked rude to the asshat boyfriend. She said, “Look, I thought you were sorry. your parents need to see how twisted you are.” I wasn’t going to say anything until she asked for a reply. All I said was, “You had twelve weeks” she told me she had complained to me about this but she never confronted me about anything really serious. So with threatening to hound my parents I had to make a forced blackmailed apology to everyone in the hallway that I was a liar. Told my parents anyways what happened. They should hear it from me though not some raging girl.
See the thing is, I do not know what I lied about. She asked me, “What did you even say about me?” I didn’t reply because i don’t even know what I said.
It was actually physically crushing because she didn’t say where the problem she had with me actually started. All I know it was something that happened during the second week of the semester. I wish I could remember back that far. This is why I need a TARDIS or a Time Turner
Now no one is fully innocent in this whole thing. I apparently said something that upset her early on and she did not confront me. She became aggressive so I became aggressive in response. It was just a disgusting domino effect that lead to us becoming more and more aggressive towards each other. I wish I had known the thing I said that bugged her. All she mentioned that I was on skype too late, nothing else when I asked. The first month of the semester all I said was glowing things about her. Honestly I met her and the first thing I thought was, “Wow, she is so nice, I don’t want to fuck this up.” And the only things I remember saying was, “this person is great is polite and smart.” to just about everyone. Ah well, I guess I’m just a demonic bully.
I really, really should have asked where she got the demonic part.
Makes for interesting circumstances. I’m biking along and suddenly realize the puddle I was heading towards was bigger than I thought. There was no where to turn seeing as this was a tunnel and people were walking around it. I tried slowing but was too close to come to a complete stop.I start dinging my bike bell and screeching, “PUDDLE! DEAR GOD LOOK OUT!”
Luckily it wasn’t deep and only one person got splashed, they were yelling after me.
spent most of the day trying to study and getting distracted. My friend Paul takes me out to birthday dinner and he says, “Don’t read too far into this but here, its for your birthday.” and gives me a leetle rose.
However, due to his spinal issues, I could not tackle hug him
We’re both gonna see the Avengers together on Wednesday, much excitement.
I have a quidditch party tomorrow and a gown to put on. I am not getting into that dress in the bathroom and the stalls would not be big enough to hold the poofy that is the bottom of this dress. My roommate is gonna have to suck it up and deal wit it considering she changes in the middle of the room all the time.
and I’ll be putting on this whole three eyed raven thing for the “Dance of Ice and Fire” so there is a high chance I’ll be confusing peeps in the dorm. Its gun be good
reason for posting? I really wanted to use this gif again:
I am not one for bitching on the internet because the internet cares little for pointless bitching.
I am sorry, for now, I am about to bitch.
Something I am doing is bothering my roommate and I am pretty sure it is my existence. The internet is absolute crap in my dorm room so I usually work down stairs anyways in the classroom (internet is so wunnerfully fast). Its a rarity I actually do anything in my room. I pretty much sleep and get ready in the morning, get my shit and leave. I work late and have a job.
But every weekend when I try to sleep in, she wakes up and begins slamming the door. Now the doors in the room are shit and can still be pretty loud when you try to just shut the damn thing casually. I have mastered the silent door opening due to my coming back at 1:00 AM (like a ninja). She is up on weekends early and just slams the door. I’m like:
I don’t say anything because hey, sometimes, I accidentally slam the door in the afternoons. But today…oh boy today…she must’ve had an early final or was meeting le boyfriend for breakfast, she woke up, normal routine and I fall back to sleep. Cloudy day so the room had light but not glaring. She comes back at 10:00 and puts all the force she can behind shutting the door and turns on all the lights. I wake up and just lie there, face hidden in stuff animals, giving no acknowledgement of the slamming or my awakeness. She grumbled about something, slammed some totes around got changed, opened her closet curtain and walked out, slamming the door louder, turning off the light then turning it back on just before she leaves.
This woke up/scared the people within a three dorm room radius. This happened once before.
I wake up fully now, seeing there is no chance of sleeping further, I get dressed and start cleaning my side. Since she and I do not talk anymore I do not go on her side, I don’t touch anything on her side, and I do not talk. I fold my towel from last night to put on the door rack to try. I look over at her closet, trying not to step on some stuff that spilled out. There was a bright blue sticky note with the note:
"(my name) Get out of my stuff!"
There are actually two of these notes in existence. She once asked me to feed her fish if she ever forgot and said, “his food is in this drawer if I forget.” I reply, “sure thing.” I go to feed the fish one day, she had gone to sleep somewhere else that night, the food is gone, in its place a note that said, “(my name) get out of my stuff!”
When she came back she fed the fish…she had the fish food can in her backpack.
and everyday after that, I saw she took it out of her backpack. I thought I was paranoid. I’ve seen her go over to my closet and spray febreeze into it. There was no dirty laundry, nothing rotting back there…why do I need febreeze in my closet?
We had major contention beginning of the semester due to her boyfriend being rather rude to her and me but that was worked out, 14 weeks ago. (long saga, not telling that one!). But that was it. I asked they keep all the crazy to a minimum while I was in the room and let me know when le boyfriend is sleeping over. (He is a really quiet sleeper so its okay, I just need to be told).
I have walked in on them more times than I care.
I helped her when she was sad and wanted le boyfriend out of her life (he still is with her and I keep my nose out that relationship thankyouverymuch).
I gave her food
I gave her chocolate.
I keep my side clean
I take out the ALL the recycling
I am barely in the room when I am working (which is all the time)
I don’t play my music out loud because she hates it.
I am quiet but spoke up when something was bugging me and told her to tell me if I ever do something that bothers her and that she should tell me the moment she gets the chance. She never did and I am very available for talking in the mornings so a hint or note could’ve been dropped and I would’ve chatted later.
Where the hell did it go wrong?
So now I keep to myself, I haven’t spoken one word to her in over a month. The last thing I said to her was, “Have a nice day” one particularly gorgeous day when the cherry blossoms finished blooming. She hates the RAs and will not talk to them its too close to the end to even bother with confrontation. I do my work and I haven’t even seen her face in a month. I have become so focused on work her face doesn’t exist.