I really like the movie Rolemodels mostly because of the reoccurring KISS theme it has.
Two Fanimes ago ( I think) I threw together a Boss cosplay. My boyfriend has done Big Boss several times and I was like hey I should do this. I did decided this the day before or at the con but it turned out alright. Although all of the pictures I took I look super grumpy!
I would love to do it again but perhaps with a wig and a few other minor modifications. I did have to wear two or three sports bras to make my chest look more.. Boss like and less EVA like if you know what I mean.
Also check out our out of place German solider friend.
Shout out to all the folks out there who go to school, work, live on their own dime, and manage a social life. Because holy shit it is hard.
Feeling the burn of it all too well, took time to go to a Sharks game, now I’m pooped, with a quiz and essay tomorrow that I have to squeeze studying and finishing writing between tonight, class, an eight hour shift, and then the class that’s due in.
Also if anyone says why am I not doing it right now, I’ve been away from my book and laptop all day and driving home now.
Did this sound normal? I don’t know how my eyes are working right now.
that feel when your paycheck is way more than you thought it would be
also that feel when you get paid 3 times next month (feeling helps since Fanime and such)
I try to do the math for my expenses every month, but I never really know how much I’ll spend on things like gas and food. Though, so far, through May, my bank account shouldn’t go below a certain number of digits X3
Would it be bad if I brought our pikachu 3ds to a bar? Like, I don’t really drink and I’m kind of upset right now and I don’t really wanna go, but its my friend’s birthday and I wanna be there but I’m not good at socializing or bar things but I’m good at Fire Emblem.
typically fails me.
I found out last week that my GameStop that I work at is being closed down by the 21st. This will be the second time this year losing one of my jobs because someone higher up decided my store/department isn’t up to their standards.
I’ve been trying to find a store that will transfer me, but right now it’s not looking so good.
I’m actually going to be thoroughly bummed out if I don’t work for GameStop anymore. It’s sort of my “oh hey lemme goof around at work and have extra cash” job and it’s been fun working there.
I can pay my bills on my other job but regardless, I’m loosing around 200 dollars a month without GS. I’m attempting to get more hours at my other job but we’ll see how that goes.
Then there’s Safeway who still isn’t going to call me back until May.
To make this relevant to my tumblr, here’s a picture I just found that I don’t remember saving, simply titled, “assholes”
There’s only a few things I talk about that took place in my past.
Those are the cool shows/concerts I went to, how skinny I was, and how cool my hair was.
Other than that I don’t like to talk about it.
I don’t like people talking about theirs either. Actually it’s more like, I don’t it when other people makes someone talk about their past because it’s just awkward.
THOUGH I DO LIKE HOW A NICE YOUNG LADY NAMED JILL KEPT TELLING SOMEONE “If they don’t want to say it, they don’t have to” BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDED TO AND I THOUGHT IT WAS GREAT.
In other news, I made some stellar Shepard’s Pie. Also there were desserts too.
So I styled my Moxxi wig today. I’ve had this wig for like, a year now and I thought it was going to be too short. I think it works well though.
I also wasn’t wearing makeup in the picture so I put some on with a shitty online photo editing thing. Though now I know the makeup won’t look awful on my face shape.
I’m feeling saucy Tumblr. Have picture of me from 4 or 5 years ago. I wish I was still this skinny and attractive.
Then I could still be a snappy dresser.
Derek and Jesse are doing something to the mead in the kitchen. I’m concerned.
Got them oil leaks fixed. The car sounds better. Going to clean up the gunk soon.
Part of me feels like having this BMW brought me into a cult that I can’t get out of.
As much as I want a 240, or even a mk III Supra, I feel as if I should keep driving a BMW.
Not the one I have right now, but maybe an e36. It’s simpler and a bit cheaper, enough for me to work on myself. I just don’t want to turn into my roommate about it. I’m iffy about an e36 because of he way he went about his.
Then again, I’m not a tool. I’m not one to flaunt my car, I don’t care what other people think about my car (unlike him), I just want a car that makes me happy.
Though I would never ever actually buy one, I do like some of those super tacky “sexxy” Halloween costumes.
Something I’m pretty tired of is that close to none (probably none) of the people we hang out with either forget or have no fucking clue that we do not make close to as much money as they do.
So no, I cannot drive tonight because I need that gas to get to work.
No, I cannot go to that expensive restaurant.
No, cannot go to the movies every week.
No, I cannot pitch in gas money to the place you were already fucking going to but invited us to.
“It’s pretty cheap, just 20 bucks a person” is not cheap at all.
No, I cannot pay you back for the thing you offered to pay for but now you’re saying I owe you for.
Maybe once a month I’ll spend up to 30 dollars (usually less) on myself that isn’t food or gas.
I’m trying to save to fix my car (to sell) and to fucking move but all of that is fucking impossible right now. I’m being rather picky about job selection because I do have 2 jobs right now, they aren’t that great but they keep my head above water for now. I don’t want to get stuck with something I’m miserable with and can’t quit because I need to pay bills.
The other day I met Derek’s old neighbors, as his family is still friends with them. The husband was a bobby in London for 11 years and then was a police officer in Daly City for 20+.
He mentioned that his son had become a police officer as well and went on to become a detective in sex crimes and had caught a man that was on the FBI most wanted list.
I told his that I wanted to go into the police force and he seemed genuinely excited for me. I had to go to work while they were there, and Derek told me later that he seemed disappointed that he couldn’t talk with me more about it.
I really wish I could have spoke with him about it, but it a big boost of encouragement to look into it more and more.
I will hopefully speak with the JC (they run the police academy program) about it this week or the next. I know I also want to get my AA in Admin. of Justice (what the JC calls the major), and eventually a Bachelors. I’m starting to feel confident and passionate about what I want to do with my future again.
it’s 12:30am and I’m telling tumblr my life aspirations. I need friends or something.