Gargh!
I need to let off my steam of moving, so please do not mind me. This is more fun than talking to a counselor, which I have no idea where to find anyways in this new city.
So as we know I moved. What we don't know is I have a mental condition that makes me freak out over big changes and not able to convince myself everything is fine sometimes. So for the past week and three days I have been running on a little less then 3 to 5 hours a day in sleep where I know I am in need of 8 to 10 to get by. Got a mattress pad from ikea which alleviated the problem a little and boosted it to 6, but the extra hours gained usually are in the time slot around 8 to 12 pm when by all means I should be up and walking around. Curses. I wake up every morning expecting to see my old room and feel weirded out when it isn't.
Ikea in Coquitlam, BC, Canada, is a bloody nightmare. Except $1 breakfasts, but thats only a minor distraction... back on topic! THERE ARE KIDS EVERYWHERE! AHHH! Its a nightmare, all of them scream, or trip me, or purposely stick their leg out in front hoping to trip me, or just get in the way (And trip me). People need to control their little brats when they go outside, I always think of them as animals that need a leash or something because they are so badly behaved often. And then I had to fork out four times as much money for the mat pad thing because they didn't have the cheap same kind I have at home. My pockets hurt and it took an entire hour or two for something that should have taken 15 minutes, all in the name of getting some sleep. D:
The house has a cat but she sleeps 25 hours a day and doesn't care about my pet birds, I swear, this cat is a mutant or something, looked at them for a minute straight, then casually walked away. The birds in their normal fashion always play the I drop it and you clean it up game, but this is no surprise that I am in constant daily pursuit of the wood shavings and remains of sunflower seeds etc. Snakey somehow popped his cage lid off while I was playing wow casually, and proceeded to climb up the bulliten board next to his cage in a matrix-like feat of defying gravity and every law of physics I know of. Then promptly pulled out every tack peg and made me have to post all my pictures up again. So I put a padlock on it. He left me a brown slimy pellet type gift as a thank you.
Pulled out the portable radiator because its cold, but hope between that and my mini fridge where I store snake food I am hoping I don't cause breakers to pop. Enough said.
The sword forge down the road which I was excited about to see when I came over... went out of business shortly before I did.
The bus drivers in vancouver/burnaby can be real dickheads in 100% of my 4 bus rides. Also in 100% of my bus rides I discovered that the karma gods always have some horridly reaking elderly individual stand or sit next to me, no matter how many times I move seats or relocate standing spaces.
No matter how many starbucks I went to back home, they would put my resume in the paper shredder. No matter how many starbucks I go to here, they interview me on the spot and give me a free coffee. <3
I have yet to see my school where I hope to study game art & design for the full 2 year term. But I dont want to see the bill for it to pay back to government student loan office. -_-; 20k/year almost. Yeah. Pain.
I am well fed by the house owner, but dinner cant have anything cheesy because room mate #2 doesnt like cheese. House owner aka Room mate #1 agrees with me: *CRY*
I let my mom pack my gamecube and my super nintendo. Now, in this day and age, gamecube is very easy to find and buy things for, not a big deal. But super nintendo goods and wares are almost irreplacable antiques in limited supply. You also would think your mom would at least figure out after you tell her what to pack that said items require other said equipment to work. Regardless, she packed my gamecube without any controllers, and my super nintendo is lacking a power supply. I can assure you when I was itching to rush super metroid in 30 minutes to 45 minutes as a "I just moved and am stressed out" therapy and had to then change plan to gamecube, I was unhappy. So I looked in gamecube, and found I couldn't do that either. I was calling long distance promptly, needless to say, and made sure she fedexed my stress relief tools' tools...
The call went something like trying to talk to a monkey typing on a type writer distracted by something shiny.
lastly, I wanted to say this for a while, but birds = its all fun and games till someone gets pooed on. Unless someone is the carpet, which nobody cares about. O_o
Originally Posted by Steelclaw
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