shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Meulin :: Fangirling)
I'm visiting my family for Thanksgiving week, nomnomnom~ We overworked ourselves so we're actually having the feast tomorrow, but boy oh boy did we have fun. I even got to invite my boyfriend and introduce him to my sister~ ♥ The siblings, Jimmy and I played Smash Bros. together, and then Jimmy and I watched "South Park" in my room. :3

Now it's time for me to give thanks...

- My family may be dysfunctional, but we care about each other a lot, which is more than I can say for others. We know how to laugh, give kindness, and support each other, so I'm grateful for that.

- Even when things go wrong, I've got shelter I can go to and friends to support me. Dave's kindness and hospitality means a lot to me, and by living in his apartment, I'll be able to grow independence. My friends keep me sane, and I thank each and every one of them~

- My boyfriend Jimmy, for being the best boyfriend in the entire world. I'm so happy I was able to invite him over~ Mwoiiiiiiiiing~! ♥

Hope you all had a Happy Turkey Day~! ♥♥♥
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Fix-It Felix Jr. :: Cursed With Awesome)
Sorry I haven't been updating much. I just can't really think of anything to update with, you know? Other than I'm starting to get horrible dreams again. My psychologist calls them "anxiety dreams." I think that's accurate. The first dream involved a screaming match between me and my boyfriend about Homestuck, with me acting like my whiny days in Sonic fandom (him being an ex-fan, me challenging him for why he thinks Andrew Hussie is a douchebag). I hope to get into contact with him today, just to be sure our relationship is stable. 'Cause we never, ever yell at each other. And I consider it a good thing.

The other dream was mainly about Mom. Lord knows that always ends well. )

Yeah, I'm sure you guys don't want to see entry after entry like this either. Nobody likes a person who is sad all the time.
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Madotsuki/Masada :: Tears)
...Okay, I'll cough it up.

God, it's been a long day. I feel like there's a weight on me.

I visited my psychologist today. Mom and Dad came along too.And it's officially confirmed by my psychologist that the most healthy thing for me to do right now is move out. At this point, there is no way I can be with Mom under the same roof, he said. Just like I thought.

The worst part is that Mom started yelling at my psychologist and insulting him. She's not the same person she was ten years ago. She's entirely taken over by her mania . She thinks everything is fine when in fact she's been verbally abusing me and my Dad. And she doesn't see this. She's completely delusional and thinks everything is perfectly fine and that we're the problem and that we're "conspiring" against her. She even drilled my boyfriend Jimmy and demanded the exact time when he'd be taking me back before we finally drove off.

Usually, I go to Dave's apartment on weekends with Jimmy, and when things get bad at home, I retreat there as well. Over a week ago, the worst had reached its peak. I was afraid to go home. I still am. It's over a week since I've stayed at Dave's, and I have no intentions of going back and endure Mom's tirades and Mom & Dad's scream matches. The only good things about home are the two dogs and chinchilla.

Hell, Dad and Dave just had a long talk so Dad could update him on what was going on. Dave didn't have a problem with me being in the apartment for so long; it was just awkward for him because it felt like "there was no end in sight." Like I would stay forever without a deadline. The only other place I can go is the boat, which is yet to be cleaned. And Mom is freaking out about me being alone on the docks and getting raped or something. So I'm still at Dave's apartment, for now.

Currently nobody in the family has money.

My sister's coming down for Thanksgiving. I hope she doesn't, actually. Because of Mom and Mom & Dad's fights are going to break her again.

I've been trying to distract myself with fandom and making graphics to feel better, but it's not working really well. I feel so terrible. I should probably just give up and go to bed.
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Rarity :: Must Be Spectacular!)
So um... you remember the Halloween meme where you guys assigned me to do tricks? I don't think I can fulfill them this year. Drama has hit my life like a runaway truck and I'm trying to regain my bearings.

I'm staying at Dave's while Dad goes to San Antonio to change medicine to Mom. Dear god I hope it works for her this time. I can't handle another one of her manic episodes again.
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Pinkamena :: BEN DROWNED)
It's official. I told Mom that I wanted her out of my life. It's not even the first time that she's yelled at Dad that he should move out with me. Or the first time he's defended me because Mom can't see how much she's hurting me and thinks she's entirely blameless. On top of it all, the family's learned that my sister been robbed at her apartment. For the third time. So now her computer and important drawings are gone.

I think I'm cracking at this point. I have no faith in this family whatsoever. Or me.
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Rarity :: Must Be Spectacular!)
Another day, another teeth-gnashing brush-in with my mother. Today I thought it would be better if she got out of my life. When I realized that, I cried.

I've got to stop reading 50 Shades for a while. Not only do I fear it's affecting my writing what little I've done anyway (I almost typed, "and my subconcious agreed" and I cringed) it truly upsets me that this tedious creepy novel is put on the pedestal as something revolutionary, ground-breaking and feminist when it isn't. I was able to cope with it with Twilight, 'cause it's an easy comedy target and I couldn't get past the first chapter of the first book without getting bored. But I'm up to Chapter 16 of 50 Shades, and somehow it crawls MUCH more under my skin, probably due to me actually reading the material than other people's commentary/sporks/MSTs on it.

Is fandom a vocal minority? Because everything I learned about writing smut came from the Internet and fanfiction, not published novels. In fact, I often prefer fanfiction smut to "official" erotica. Usually in the former, the prose is better and between characters I was connected with and grew to know and love, not Alpha Dude and Gorgeous Virgin who have Mills & Boon sessions once every chapter. Plus they introduced me to a whole world of kinks. The bad smutfic were also easier to make fun of and laugh at for the same reason.

I guess what's really getting under my skin is that people are still under the impression that women can't enjoy porn ever (I hate the term "mommy porn"), and it makes me want to wave my arms and cry, "Are you blind!?" The people lauding 50 Shades for being ZOMG SOOOOOO KINKY!11!!11 would be fucking shocked if they were introduced to the fanfiction archives of the Internet. Even if you leave the Internet out of the equation, it amazes me how much people just don't read. Lady Chatterly's Lover? Fanny Hill? Do those books suddenly not exist anymore? The Story of O and the works of Anaïs Nin existed LONG before E.L. James stepped into the scene as "ZOMG A WOMAN WHO WROTE A FAMOUS EROTICA NOVEL!11!1!" Even shitty bestselling erotica beat her to the spot; o hai, Anne Rice and the Beauty trilogy.

When a hotel replaces copies of the Bible with 50 Shades, you know we've got a problem.

The series is spreading like goddamn HIV. This wouldn't bother me so much if everyone acknowledged this was just fantasy, but 50 Shades treats the abusive relationship between Ana & Christian as the ideal, and tons of women reading the books believe it. They truly believe Christian is this amazing and wonderful hunk because he acts like a serial killer. They think they'll be able to find their own "bad boy" and "change" him. And if he doesn't, they blame themselves because women should be responsible and obey their man.

Jesus. Either men must be douchebags to be seen as desirable by fangirls, or every single one of them is an evil rapist. I'll rant about that double standard another day.

Each time I think of giving up writing, I look up and see shit like 50 Shades and House of Night being best-sellers, and I feel like Peter Parker after he tried to quit being Spiderman in the second movie. But the way my family life has been going, I barely sum up the energy and I feel like shit. Whee.
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Madotsuki/Masada :: Tears)
Dad forgotten to bring me to work with him again.

Of course Mom and I are going to get into a fight. Again. And Mom would rather yell and fling verbal insults at me than rest her sprained leg.

I hear that mother-daughter stories are a scarcity. It's too bad I'm unlikely to write one because all I can think about is my poor relationship with my own mother.
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Madotsuki/Masada :: Tears)
It's bad when you're afraid to leave your room because if your mother sees you, she'll talk to you.
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Default)
I guess this is the part where I explain my absence, huh?

It's been a wreck where I am. Namely Mom is at the worst of her hypo-manic stage again (and anyone who knows me understands that I do not use that word lightly) and it's been draining the hell out of me and given me lots of unhinged stress. I may have to move into Dad's office for real this time, but as long as Mom leaves me alone and never talks to me, I can gain some peace of mind. There's also been confusion involving my birth control meds, but I saw my gynocologist for that, so no worries.

Good things that kept me sane included Jimmy's 22nd birthday back on May 17th! Dad even got him a small present~ (We got him several WW2 books, including a memoir of the last Valkyrie) Jimmy and his mom and I ate at a glorious Italian restaurant, and its cheese pizza is absolutely amazing. The food was rich so we got stuffed right away and had to ask for leftover boxes. Then Jimmy and I cuddled at his house and we played Mario Party 3 in his honor before I went home.

Another thing I got to look forward to was art commissions. If Mom gets to go on her giant online shopping sprees, why can't I get myself something nice for a change? Both of them involve characters from my novel... and dear lord, I miss my novel and I want to start working on it again.

[profile] jazaaboo is an animator who uses her skills for a charites such as the speedgamers. You know that Pokemon video that I showed you several entries back? Yep, she made that. Unfortunately, she recently had to go to the hospital for emergency surgery, and a single night's stay costs $7000. That's American Health Care for ya. :/

Forwarding and spreading the word is fine and all, but I dunno. I felt like I had to do something. And $15 for a single colored sketch is easy. So I asked her to draw one of my main supporting characters: "Jelly Jane."

Introducing Jelly Jane! )

And the drawing itself. :o )

You can commission Jaz here. Her kindness is as great as her art and she deserves all the donations she can get. ;; You can even request a custom animation cell! :o
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (PikAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)
Usually, I look at my journal, and when I think about what to type, all that comes up is, "Where do I begin?"

A. I'm still alive.

B. My computer is still on the verge of breaking apart and still needs fixing. So I'm behind on MLP: FiM and HS, no need to tell me.

C. I have a trillion things to rant about (ex. the censorship of Derpy Hooves no thanks to SJWs, anime is a medium and not a genre and you're not magically "superior" because you hate anime, the ZOMG-Beauty-and-the-Beast-promotes-Stockholm-Syndrome argument is trite and old and I'm sick of hearing it (and no, it doesn't make you ~edgy~ to realize dark truths about Disney either), blah blah I'm fed up with idiots in general) and too exhausted to go through them all.

D. I still have Writer's Block and I beat myself constantly over it.

E. Might as well get into one of my rants from C. I fucking hate it whenever I tell people I have Writer's Block and I haven't been able to write anything for months, they tell me to "take a break for a while." Did you even hear what I fucking told you? "Not being able to write" means not being able to fucking write. At all. By telling me to take a break, you're implying that I've been working and typing, which I've been trying to tell you is absolutely not true. You're making it sound like I've been straining my brain by staring at a blank page when in reality I haven't opened Microsoft Word or a notebook in months because I feel like absolute shit. You wouldn't tell a person sitting at the beach doing nothing to "take a break" would you? That would be like telling an unemployed person who wished they had a job to "quit working so hard." It's a fucking kick in the teeth, and don't make me feel like doing the same to you if I talk about how I'm still stuck in my rut.

F. I really hope I move into Dad's office soon. I can only take one more day of listening to Dad yell at someone on the phone or Mom bitch and verbally abuse and drill Dad while he's screaming at her to shut up and yeah my brain just shut down. I feel under so much pressure and my thoughts get clouded and I feel so fucking depressed.

G. Saw Secret World of Arrietty, which is good, but that's to be expected of Studio Ghibli. One little complaint about the ending though. )

H. Played and finished SA1. Was going to type in detail about my replay, but right now I don't give a fuck.

I. I've been upset for months (one of the reasons being the Block) and the little things make me madder/sadder than usual. I'm at the end of my rope and I'm already aware there's a trillion things wrong with me, okay?
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Shaymin :: Pumpkin)
The family's discovered unopened presents sent from seven years ago from the Dolans and my late Grandma Ag. :o Here's what I got:

- A hairbrush and a set of hair ties.
- A pink short-sleeved sweater-like shirt that fits me perfectly. :o
- Chicago: Original Broadway Cast (Holy shit, and I still haven't even seen the movie)
- A pretty lilac journal (96-lined pages)

I know my 16th birthday's long been over, but... thanks Grandma Ag. ;;

Have you ever wondered what would happen if Executive Meddling hadn't gotten in the way of making certain movies? Did you think how awesome it would've been to watch The Spirit as an animated movie directed by Brad Bird? If Thief and the Cobbler* had been finished on time and released uncut? If Ralph Bakshi had made that animated horror film he wanted instead of That-Godawful-Atrocity-That-I-Hate-That-Should-Burn-In-Fucking-Hell-It-Does-Not-Deserve-Breathing-Space-And-Makes-Me-Spit-Vile-When-I-Mention-Its-Name aka Cool World?

Or if you're just a film fan who likes to ponder the "What if"s. What if the roles of Carrie Fisher and Sissy Spacek were switched between Star Wars and Carrie, and Carrie Fisher played Carrie White?

That's just what Impossible Dreams by Tim Pratt is about. It's the most interesting short story I've read in a long time. :o You can also listen to the podcast/audiobook version here. Found it via one of comments on the 80's Dan Halloween III episode at Brad's site. :o

*I don't think it's a great movie, even with the Recobbled Cut, I'm just using it as an example.
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Madoka/Homura :: Ballgowns)
I've been staying at Mom & Dad's again due to A. Dave's uncle passed away and he wanted the apartment for himself for a few days. B. There's drama going on with Alicia, a troublesome roommate that's been getting under the skin of everybody involved, so it was best I was out of it. Aside from a blow-up Mom and I had (she thought I was coming home for good when it was actually supposed to be for the night, so that made her upset because she missed me. She apologized though! :o) it's better than it originally was at home, even though there's still some tangles. Mom and I even worked together on making a chicken dinner (and without fighting!)

My parents and I gathered together to watch Sweeney Todd in Concert (starring George Hearn and Patti LuPone, and Neil Patrick Harris as Tobias), and they loved it which makes me seriously happy. It's my favorite Sweeney cast thus far (I still have to hear the entirety of the 2005 Revival soundtrack, which LuPone is also in. :3) and eeeeee. Mom was even crying at the end because she was thinking about what a brilliant, talented genius Sondheim is. THEATER MEMORIES AHOY. I miss when my parents used to go to the theater all the time and take me with them. We've been kinda doing that (Dad got a couple small parts in The Full Monty musical, which is okay but not nearly as heartwarming as the original film), and I got to see a great performance of Rocky Horror with James last year, but going to Sweeney this year was such a total bomb I left at intermission. :( (Which was why I wanted to pop in Sweeney Todd in Concert in the first place~ ♥)

Speaking of theater, can anyone recommend me a decent live-stage performance (if it's recorded and I could rent it on DVD or watch it on YouTube, of course. I know how tricky this sort of thing can be with theater) of Oscar Wilde's plays, such as The Importance of Being Earnest? I know I can read them, but as I've learned with Shakespeare in high school and college, plays are meant to be seen, not read. :(

Dad found me several ancient copies of books while clearing out boxes from the garage today! :o

- The Magic Finger by Roald Dahl. Which I've read long ago and remembered, of course~ ♥ It's good to see it again though. :o HELO THAR DAHL. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY FRIEND AND MUSE AND INSPIRATION.
- The Portable Oscar Wilde. Just when I borrowed The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde from the library! :o It doesn't have everything, of course, but it turns out we had our own copy of Dorian Gray all along. Dang. It also has most of De Profundis, and this book is a fifth printing from 1955, so it wasn't allowed to publish the whole letter until 1960. :o I'm gonna read stuff from the Complete Collection that isn't in the Portable before I have to return it to the library, such as Lord Arthur Savile's Crime (recommended to me by Sarah~ ♥) and The Canterville Ghost, which is actually a LOT like Tim Burton's Beetlejuice at first. So I've heard. :o GEE I WONDER IF I'M ON AN OSCAR WILDE KICK.
- The Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters. Which I've never heard of, but Dad says it's an incredible classic. I'll take his word for it, then!
- A book so faded I had to open it to see what it was. Turns out it's Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales! :o
- Fanny Hill aka John Cleland's Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure. HOLY SNAP, FANNY HILL. WE HAVE AN UNCUT COPY OF FANNY HILL. I'm keeping this nice and safe on my bookshelf so I can read it after I've finished some of my other books, buwahahahaha. X3

In return for his generosity, I'm letting my Dad borrow Maurice. I'll have to keep an eye on him though, 'cause A. I want to be sure he actually reads the thing. B. I don't want him to lose it. Just now, I found he placed Maurice in a random place, and I had to take it back to my room for safekeeping until he's back from work. Dad has a habit of leaving his books strewn around, so they either go missing, get damaged or both. Dad needs to take good care of Maurice or else he owes me a new copy. >(

I could try reading it to him, though. We used to read to each other, like when Dad read The Little Prince in French and "translated" the sentences to English. Except whenever I try to read Dad a book I've read he's not familiar with, it doesn't tend to go very well. The time I tried to read him Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman? Completely backfired. He didn't even laugh at the jokes I thought he might find funny. :( Either he's tired or distracted or busy, and then when I ask him what he thought, he'd give a generic response, and by the next day he's forgotten everything I've read him. :( It's like the only books I can read him are the ones he's already read and liked.

Maybe that's why we fell out of reading together. :(

It's always been so difficult for me to try to recommend books and poetry, since I try to read them out loud to people (and it's not like I read with a friggin' wooden monotone at a snail's pace like my old classmates at English do), and they'd be distracted or uninterested, and I'd be worried to heck that I'm boring them to death and putting them off the very thing I thought they'd enjoy. It's mainly the distraction that bugs me, and it makes me feel that I'm unimportant and so is what I'm trying to share. Like, my parents get excited when I tell them that Maurice is probably my favorite book that I've read this year. So I read the synopsis on the back of my copy to tell them what it's about and what made this book so amazing and ahead of its time. What do they concentrate on? Not that it was written in the early 1910s and couldn't be published until 1971 due to its subject matter and giving its homosexual characters a happy ending. Not that it was just as challenged as Lady Chatterley's Lover or Fanny Hill. All they talk about is "Oh, Howard's End!" "Howard's End!" "I remember that now! That was kind of dull." And they would not stop rambling about Howard's End. I haven't read E.M. Forster's other books, but I'm not interested in them. I don't care about Howard's End, or your opinions about Howard's End, I want to talk about Maurice. And I wonder why I'm discouraged about sharing things I like sometimes. :/

Good thing I decided I'd hate being a teacher. I'd be the type of obnoxious English teacher who would make kids read a bunch of banned books and classics like Lord of the Flies, Fahrenheit 451 and Animal Farm and they'd hate me for being forced to analyze them and be put off those books forever. The ol' "If they hadn't made me read it in school, I probably would've liked it better" scenario. :P

This post is turning bitter, so I'll end it here. I gotta take a shower. :o
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Twilight Sparkle :: Heartbroken)
"Dear Princess Celestia, we're writin' to you because today we all learned a little somethin' about friendship. We learned that you should take your friends' worries seriously. Even if you don't think that she has anything to worry about. And that you shouldn't let your worries turn a small problem... ...into an enormously huge entire-town-in-total-chaos Princess-has-to-come-and-save-the-day problem! Signed, your loyal subjects."
The latest episode hit a little too close to home for me. Luckily I can rely on my friends... more information on that soon. It's my Mom who isn't taking me seriously at all.

And now, a short paragraph of my Mom dismissing my problems because of the menstrual cycle. )

Good news: Finally got to see my psychologist.
Bad news: But not after more drama. I was hoping for Dad to take me so I wouldn't have to wake up Mom and leave her in peace. My appointment was at 1, but it was nearing 12:30 and Dad wasn't back yet like he said he'd be. Worse, I couldn't call him because he left his phone at home. So I waited, because I knew Mom was going to bitch at me if I woke her and was afraid of getting into her room. 12:50. I had no choice. Mom calls me an idiot and berates me for not waking her and trusting "your unreliable father" over her and I had to call my psychologist to tell him we were late. Only after  we left the neighborhood did I spot Dad's car. I was counting on him and he was too late.

What hits me harder is if I knew how to drive, I would've taken the car left in the driveway and gone myself instead of being stuck at home worrying about unreliable parents. Then all this blow-up would've been avoided.

My psychologist talked it over with my parents and agreed that the best place I should be right now is staying at a friend's house for several weeks. Maybe more. I think more. He recommended I take anti-depressants again, but I told him I wanted to know how I felt after one week before my next appointment, and we agreed.

Good news: Dad finally took me to Walmart to apply for a job.
Bad news: After taking the "assessment test" via computer, it told me I had "completed, but did not pass. We'll hold your application for 64 days." Dad asked me what kinds of questions were on there, and of course I don't remember any of them specifically in their exact words. What I did know was a lot of questions involved a ton of stressful situations like Dealing With Angry Customers, Troublesome/Lazy Employees, Group Projects/Group Thinking/Being an active member of The Group, What If There was a Argument/Disagreement in Your Group, etc. which made me feel uncomfortable because A. I've never been in the workplace before. B. Any conflict/disagreement question reminds me of what's going on at home and my natural instinct is to clamp up and get away from/avoid it so I wouldn't have to endure it all over again. C. I never worked well in groups or teams at school and always dreaded them, where the best possible solution for me was where I could be left alone and spoken to as little as possible. Teamwork and giant groups of people make me uncomfortable and would prefer just a quiet job requiring little interaction like putting or unloading things on shelves or something. I'd rather just follow what my instructor says rather than being forced to come up with ideas because I have no idea how groups work and don't want people to be talking about me behind my back or to my face when I say something stupid. D. The test treats me like I'd had a job before. I haven't and I don't have a clue.

I've been told to "answer honestly" on the test and I took that to heart. But what it REALLY should have said was "Pretend to be the kind of employee we're looking for" because that would've made a LOT more sense. Several questions I was hesitant about the answers on because my primary concern was finally getting a job and making money. So Walmart asks me, "You're concerned about making money rather than for the good of the company." On the scale of Strongly Disagree to Strongly Agree, I nervously put "Agree", which I worried may not have been the best move, but the assessment test told me to be "honest" and I felt that my time in Walmart was going to be short since I was going to be juggling other future jobs and I truly was worried about getting a headstart on life.

The very second Dad heard about this, he flew into a rage. ("Don't you THINK about people!? How they react? Don't you care about doing a good job!? That you want to feel useful for more than the money!? DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT GETTING HIRED!? Who do you think a company is going to hire, someone who cares for the well-being of Walmart, or--") Thanks for reminding me how worried I am that I feel like I'm having trouble relating, empathizing and connecting with other people, Dad. 

"YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME HELP YOU WITH THE FORM!"  Except I'm not allowed to receive help from other people while taking the assessment test. I told him this repeatedly, he said there was no one paying attention, but I'm fearful of breaking the rules and I don't want to cheat and I want to be as "honest" as the test assessment instructed me to. And he doesn't listen and yells at me some more because I didn't want him to help me.

Is it any wonder I'm not employed yet? If I'll ever be?

You know, it would've really helped if I received a copy of the assessment test and explained to me why I failed along with a complete analysis on the answers. How am I supposed to learn anything if I keep filling in the same mistakes one assessment sheet after the other and have no one tell me what I'm doing wrong?

Last Sunday, James and I with friends had lunch at McDonald's at a street close to my house, and the server told us they were hiring. I was told to keep the receipt so I would know the site I would go to and apply online. I did just and filled the application fine up until they asked me for a "username" and "pin number" which confused the everliving fuck out of me and stopped me in my tracks. I was going to call them later for help.

But wouldn't you know it? After all the hustle and bustle yesterday, I lost the fucking receipt. If that doesn't sink my hopes of me ever getting employed, I'm sure something worse would come along and tell me.

I'm almost fully packed. I'm gonna get a few more things while I wait for James to pick me up so I can stay at Dave's. Will update a little more when I'm settled in.
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Twilight Sparkle :: Heartbroken)
So Mom and Dad tend to have a massive blow-up argument at least once a night or so. I've been blocking them the best that I could, but lately, it's like it's pervaded the entire mood of the house and I feel myself cracking.

Anyone who knows me knows I don't do well under conflict. At all.

Lately, Mom and I have been fighting a lot. Just yesterday, we snapped at each other, I called her a bitch (and I typically never, ever, curse in front of my family) and this led to punishment and even more angry spats between us. We've finally cooled down and apologized, but not after yet another fight.

By the way. My Mom had an eye examination, and she has cataracts. Which can't be removed by surgery.

Our lives just keep getting better and better, don't they?

I'm going to see a psychologist on Tuesday, because for the past several months, I've been very, very unhappy. And with these past few weeks, it's just getting worse. I've lost interest in video games, music, Internet and other typical things I like, and any excitement I get like getting to a con, playing a new game I've been curious about, hanging out with James and friends or getting new plushies, etc... it all sinks like a stone and I don't feel hyped anymore and I sit there with muddied clouds in my head. Pretty much all that I look forward to is sleeping, because I feel too depressed to do anything. Which unfortunately doesn't last long.

It's bad enough I rarely go on AIM or moan on LJ or talk to friends anymore because I feel like I'll just annoy them to death by whining about the same subject over and over again. I feel like eventually, they'll get tired of me and tell me to get up and stop complaining and do something about it and I'll say I honestly don't know. Then they'd give up on me because I'm always sad and hopeless and don't want to be friends anymore. I know it's ridiculous and I know my closest friends wouldn't think of me that way, but somehow the thought lingers and it sticks to me like a tumor. I know it's unhealthy. I just don't want to feel like I'm bothering people I care about and pushing them all away.

My Writer's Block has hit an all-time low (more like, deeper than scum), and when I actually sat down to write/type something, it's so fucking bland and horrible and a trillion things wrong that I'm ashamed of myself and hate my writing even more. I couldn't even describe what a certain room looks like, but I spent eight entire pages in my notebook with all my worries and fears and nitpicks and basically anything that can or has already gone wrong with my novel, which is more than I've ever written in well... forever. And that's just pathetic. Which I planned to type in my journal, but I'm crying too much right now, and if I try typing it all up now, I'll be reduced to a blubbering mess again. Not that anyone cares about how I'm doing on my book anyway. I don't even know if I'll even bother typing up those pages after all, I always get so distracted.

I could read something, but I can't concentrate on anything without feeling frustrated and thinking about everything else but the book itself. I'm taking a break from American Psycho, got bored with American Gods (I was disappointed how sparse Gaiman's description of House on the Rock was, and his writing style in general felt dry) and now I'm trying to read Maurice by E.M. Forster (Finally! A homosexual relationship between men with a happy ending!), except I have no idea if I'll be able to get through it because at one or two parts, the main character tries to "cure his homosexuality" through therapy (it fails, but still), which is one of my Berserk Buttons regarding LGBT literature and I don't know if I can make it through without getting irrationally angry and... I don't know. I feel like the littlest things are setting me off right now, which makes it hard for me to read.

To make things worse, my family's running low on money (AGAIN), so I don't get as many sessions with my psychologist as I did the last time I needed him (I think around before I started college), which means it's only about 45 minutes a session. Where do I even start? How much longer will I have and how much can we afford? Will I even be able to tell him everything? What if I miss telling him something important and then it's already too late? Mom said she wants to help by making a list of things I can talk to him about, but I am so horrible at organization and so picky about trying to remember every single thing that I don't think it's going to help.

In short, I'm a clusterfuck.
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Madoka :: Happy Tears)
I've been getting stomach-aches a lot lately. At first, I was worried if it was spoiled food or reusing a glass or something. Turns out nope, it wasn't that. But it still kept happening and I didn't know why. Now it's due to me not eating enough (which is odd, 'cause I usually get headaches when that happens) or stress. Just recently I ended up crying in front of my parents not because of the pain but because I felt, well... sad.

Basically, this week has been... hectic. Sunday is DnD night, a time to spend with my IRL friends. The DM, David (we call him Dave usually) is usually a wise-cracking guy with a degree of coolness to him. Apparently, there's been a few mishaps in our group, mainly around his room-mate/girlfriend, but which I generally stay out of because... yeah. Except for poking fun at one of the cats, because that kitty's silly and I love him.

So the group's been goofing off, and the game hasn't really started yet, and distractions galore. And suddenly, Dave yells at us and starts a countdown of 30 seconds to get to the table or else our character was getting killed off. Even when we were all there, he kept going, ("Everyone's re--" "SHUT UP. 18...! 17...!") and it was like Dave was gone. You know the term, Beware the Nice Ones? Amp it up to a horrifying tee. He then tells us he wasn't going to fuck around anymore. On any other day, he's their friend, but tonight he's the DM. He will not tolerate us playing video games/watching videos/etc. when we're being called to the table for DnD. And other things.

Namely that he wouldn't tolerate bickering amongst the group. When he lived with his parents, he had the Chinese symbol of "harmony" on the door of his room. His apartment is his sanctuary, basically, an escape from what I guess must be a lot of conflict at his family's house. So then that we're arguing with his room-mate and what-not, we're invading his privacy and peace.

Guess who couldn't compose herself no matter how hard she tried, and had to be escorted to another room to calm down? I was shocked, but I thought I'd be able to brush it off and just try to enjoy the game... apparently my friends know me better than I do. Dave apologized, and I helped him clean up some coke he spilled on the table, but in the end, I just... couldn't get better. This is the second DnD game in a row I skipped because I was too depressed, and this time, James actually had to drive me back home. The game went off to a good start after I left, and I do feel bad for not being there, but... it's probably for the best I went home anyway, since I was still shaken by the whole thing and didn't want to drag people down with me.

Over the past few days, I realized another reason Dave's words struck a chord with me. My parents still get into the same angry outbursts with each other and I can only think of one thing: harmony. Might as well be pasted on my own door too, because I'm relating all too well. My parents even got into another argument because they saw me crying and upset. Dad yells is head off, Mom is stubborn and refuses to acknowledge when something actually might be her fault, and it pains me to always say that about my parents because they're good people and genuinely care about me, but just... they have their issues to work out and it's not helping with mine.

It's gotten to the point where I just don't like to argue period. If there's a fight going on, I'm staying out of it, I don't want to take sides and start yelling. Part of it stems that I've supposedly inherited a lot of Dad's traits, including his temper, and I spent a long time trying to control it because I didn't want to be like Dad who easily gets enraged by things and talking about certain crocks on the phone who are clearly out to get him, etc. There are times I see some stranger on the Internet I disagree with and I want to rip their argument a new one and shred it into itty bitty pieces and stomp on it, but I know if I do that, I will feel horrible, and I dread what the other person will say and tear me even worse and... yeah. There's exceptions of course, like if there's a situation where I have to stand up for myself to clear a misunderstanding. I just don't want to be this hateful, spiteful bitch.

I've got people like James, my parents, etc. asking me what's wrong, and well... it's hard for me to explain. I'm not mad at Dave or afraid of my IRL friends or anything. I just feel really overwhelmed and there's memories coming back to me and current little stuff that's hitting me like the Death Traps in Silver Surfer for NES or something. I'm worried I might have to skip DnD yet again because I'm worried I'll break and cry over the stupidest little things again. It's just... hard, and like I said, I have a hard time articulating accurately what's really wrong with me right now. Except lately I've been quiet (as in, clamped shut) 'cause I have no idea how to explain. It's not like anything traumatic happened to me or anything, but fuck it was hard enough typing this all out, and I don't even know if I've even scratched the surface of my core worries right now. I'm just going back to sleep, because it's the easiest thing to do right now. I'm tired anyway.
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Applejack :: O SHIT)
It's one thing if your computer-illiterate mother wants to borrow your computer to do her HSN/QVC shopping. But the more she uses my computer to "practice", the more uncomfortable I get. I never ever agreed to be mom's "teacher" in the first place, and I don't want her to be messing with my laptop to the point she makes it crash or else delete something extremely important. Then you wake up to something like this:

Me: *gets up from bed, hears the "Bad Boys" song, wonders if the TV is on*
Music: *switches to the Title Theme from Philosophy of a Knife, whose soundtrack is exactly what you want your family to stumble upon*
Mom: *absolutely clueless* *holding the laptop with iTunes on*
Me: *runs like hell to click the stop button* What are you doing!? Don't touch my music!
Mom: *still clueless* How do you get Talking Heads to play?

Great. Now I activate certain keys on the keyboard and it brings up different programs/windows. Mom is wrecking my computer. When the hell are we going to install Mom's desktop so she'll stop ruining my laptop and invading my privacy? brb, backing up my novel and fanfiction before months and months of work gets fucking decimated no thanks to her.

...And the minute I need a memory stick, all of them go missing and I can't find any of them. This is off to a brilliant fucking start!
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Poor Joltik :()
Well, it's official. Mom's kicked Dad out of the house for a month.

Surprisingly, I'm rather relieved about this. It means the house will be a great deal quieter, there'll be less fights, and I'll be able to focus on my writing better. Excellent.

But yeah. After all that went on today, I'm feeling quite down. Yes. Finally started playing "Super Paper Mario" but it's not really helping.

I can't wait for DnD Sunday. :(
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Fluttershy :: Gasp)
I just finished a fanfic inspired by Cupcakes. Yeeeeeeeah. It's about Zee-Tee from Eversion and Pinkie Pie eating cupcakes together. And it gets worse. (NSFW for violence and cannibalism)

wtf self. wtf. Get back to writing consensual sex between pixellated sprites plz.

Mom and I watched Clockwork Orange last night. Nom.
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Shauntal :: A Little Light Here?)
Since a large portion of my House on the Rock report got chopped off (goddammit LJ/Semagic/computer), here's the rest of my photos.

The Organ Room and the Carousel and more. Especially the Motherfucking Carousel of Epic Win. )

I hope you all enjoyed my pictures~ I know you'll love being at House on the Rock even more~ ♥♥♥
shamanicshaymin: Glorious beautiful Shaymin against a flowery backdrop. (Shauntal :: Whimsy)
So um... stuff. My cousin's wedding was a success! It was fun and light-hearted, and not your traditional wedding either, according to my Mom and relatives. There was boogie-ing down the aisle and later everyone had a nice party and dinner at the recession. When it was time for the bouquet toss, Beyonce's "All the Single Ladies" was playing as the signal. :o

House on the Rock was so worth it! Mom and my brother and I had to hurry so we could have the full tour before it closed, but what I got to see was wow. I'd totally go again to catch what I've missed! Like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. :o There was a room where newspaper articles of major disasters like the Hindenburg Disaster and the sinking of the Titanic were hung on their own frames. It was kind of spooky, especially when you were surrounded by happy, lighthearted aircraft memorabilia. :o

Tour of House on the Rock beneath the cut! Photos inside! :D )

Edit: And after spending an hour organizing my pictures, nearly my entire post got cut off. D: dhgkjsghkjdsghkjdgh I have more House on the Rock stuff though, nom. Apparently I'm lacking sleep because I don't know how the hell I suddenly lost half of everything. D:

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