Geez, I move back into my parents' place because I'm a failure at life and the job market around here is impossible, and I can't even get through the first fucking night without my mom creeping on me.
Imagine, if you will, you're sitting on the toilet taking a dump. Because it's midnight and your parents are asleep, you've left the door open. Now imagine a hand suddenly coming around the edge of the door frame and knocking on the door trim INSIDE the bathroom.
...yeah.
Don't do that again, mom. I can't promise that there won't be bodily harm inflicted. No joke. And don't try to blame said bodily harm on me, because YOU'RE THE ONE CREEPING ME THE FUCK OUT. LEARN A THING OR TWO ABOUT BOUNDARIES AND THEN RESPECT THEM.
I'm not 5, I don't need to be "checked up on", so just stay the fuck asleep like good almost-senior-citizen parents and let me be. That's all I ask. To be honest, I'd rather be back at the apartment being an unwilling witness to one of my roommates fapping or picking his nose then eating the result. I don't think he ever did both of those at the same time.
I'm sleeping with the door locked.
Edit (2014-07-16): Got somewhat of an apology and a begrudging promise to never do it ever again. We'll see what happens.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Monday, June 9, 2014
i have no personal space anymore
Roommate's girlfriend is over here EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. NIGHT. Doesn't she have a place of her own?
I went into this apartment thinking "hey, finally moving out of my parents' place". Because my roommates worked theater hours and I was an 8-5 kinda person, I had plenty of personal space because they wouldn't show up until at least four or five hours after their shifts ended.
I'm not sure what changed, but one of them is here most of the time now. He's the one I mentioned in the previous post, that faps in full view of me and only rushes off to the bathroom WHERE HE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING BEEN IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE when he's about to come. Ugh.
Now, with about a month to go on the lease, I'm unemployed and have no plan for where the fuck I'm going to be living in a month. Job fairs are useless because everyone is looking for people with ridiculous levels of qualifications and says "oh just apply online". Nobody wants poor little entry-level to mid-level me with no token piece of paper saying I drove myself into debt for four years at a university. Also, what is the point of having to go to all the effort of dressing in uncomfortable clothing and drive out in the middle of an extremely warm day to go to a job fair where there's basically no open positions I can fill just to find out I can't even apply for anything there because it's all online. Had I known that I would have just looked at the list of employers that would be there and gone to their websites, applied from the comfort of my own home, and saved myself all the effort, profuse sweating in uncomfortable non-breathing semi-dress clothing, and time of having to drive to the damn job fair.
You know, places that are hiring really don't exert a lot of effort making sure people know they're hiring, either. I want to be able to drive down the street and see a sign that says "NOW HIRING". Inside there should be a sign saying "inquire about employment here" and an arrow pointing the damn direction to whomever I need to talk to. Having to walk into a place of business that's expecting me to, you know, spend money there, and instead say "actually how about a job application" is incredibly awkward, especially for someone like me, i.e. an introvert with social anxiety.
I can't even get a job doing what I like because of all these extra random requirements like "extensive experience in <insert random javascript framework here>", "expert in responsive design because mobile is the way of the future", or "expert in SEO techniques". Why does a backend web developer need to know a damn thing about SEO? It's all frontend. The only backend stuff is ridiculously easy, just a couple mod_rewrite rules so the babbies on the internet can have URLs with words in them instead of the "ugly" ?articleid=8147 at the end of the URL.
Regardless, I'm sitting here blasting music into my ears to completely drown out my roommates and the aforementioned girlfriend, all of whom are completely ignoring my presence. I should have packed up and left a couple months ago when this shit started. I thought when we moved in that I'd get to play computer/console games with them, that we might do some things together (not gay things, but rather "hey, wanna go grab some food at Cook Out or something?"), or that we might even have coordinated meals that we'd eat maybe once a week and actually put the growing number of cooking ingredients around the kitchen to some use. Guess how much of any of those things we've done? Zero. Yeah, that's right, zero. For the most part, they spend the entire day out doing who the fuck cares what and just come back here to sleep. I'm left banging on the wall to make people shut the fuck up because they're being loud and waking me up at 10 AM, four hours after I went to sleep. Go ahead, blame me for being nocturnal. It's okay, I'm used to it. Being nocturnal is "something I decided", and I'm not allowed to complain about being woken up in the middle of the day. Let me wake you up in the middle of the night sometime, we'll see how much you fucking like it, bitch.
That's another thing I don't get. These people. They buy all this food that they never use. Just the other day I went through the cupboard pulling out expired can of food after expired can of food. Also pulled out a few cans that were rusting. Really? REALLY? Come the fuck on, don't waste food. I seem to be the only one that only buys what he's going to use. Our freezer is so packed full of stuff that I can't even fit a handle of rum in there anymore. Between the two bags of frosted over chicken breasts, all the SteamFresh stuff that we can't cook because we have no microwave, and the other random things (I think there's a bag of potstickers in there somewhere), there's barely enough room for me to stick a couple skillet meals in there anymore. All of this stuff is unopened. ALL OF IT.
I need my own place, by myself, badly. The only problem being my lack of employment and various personality and mental conditions that make gaining employment a very difficult and awkward process. If I go back to my parents' place, they'll drain my account of the remaining ~$3K charging me rent without any sort of sympathy or actual assistance in finding a job. Their idea of assisting me is saying "go get a job". That's like telling someone who isn't good at a game that they suck at it. It doesn't help.
I want to get out of here, temporarily, for the next several hours. My parents' place is out because they'll be asleep. I think I'll start stashing some of the stuff I never took out of boxes in the first place in my old empty bedroom in their house over the course of the next week or so, just to make the "oh hey I'm homeless and unemployed can I sleep on my old bedroom floor" thing go a little more quickly.
The only problems with getting out of here are that I have no idea where to go or what to do. Doing anything in our corporate republic costs money. Also, it means I'd have to subject myself to the shenanigans of my roommates and the aforementioned girlfriend, however briefly. Furthermore, in this rundown city that relies on its history for any kind of attraction whatsoever, there's very little to do after 8 PM, even if I was in the mood to spend money.
Well, according to my headset's control panel, I have about an hour of battery left. So I need to decide what to do within the next hour. Wish me luck.
I went into this apartment thinking "hey, finally moving out of my parents' place". Because my roommates worked theater hours and I was an 8-5 kinda person, I had plenty of personal space because they wouldn't show up until at least four or five hours after their shifts ended.
I'm not sure what changed, but one of them is here most of the time now. He's the one I mentioned in the previous post, that faps in full view of me and only rushes off to the bathroom WHERE HE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING BEEN IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE when he's about to come. Ugh.
Now, with about a month to go on the lease, I'm unemployed and have no plan for where the fuck I'm going to be living in a month. Job fairs are useless because everyone is looking for people with ridiculous levels of qualifications and says "oh just apply online". Nobody wants poor little entry-level to mid-level me with no token piece of paper saying I drove myself into debt for four years at a university. Also, what is the point of having to go to all the effort of dressing in uncomfortable clothing and drive out in the middle of an extremely warm day to go to a job fair where there's basically no open positions I can fill just to find out I can't even apply for anything there because it's all online. Had I known that I would have just looked at the list of employers that would be there and gone to their websites, applied from the comfort of my own home, and saved myself all the effort, profuse sweating in uncomfortable non-breathing semi-dress clothing, and time of having to drive to the damn job fair.
You know, places that are hiring really don't exert a lot of effort making sure people know they're hiring, either. I want to be able to drive down the street and see a sign that says "NOW HIRING". Inside there should be a sign saying "inquire about employment here" and an arrow pointing the damn direction to whomever I need to talk to. Having to walk into a place of business that's expecting me to, you know, spend money there, and instead say "actually how about a job application" is incredibly awkward, especially for someone like me, i.e. an introvert with social anxiety.
I can't even get a job doing what I like because of all these extra random requirements like "extensive experience in <insert random javascript framework here>", "expert in responsive design because mobile is the way of the future", or "expert in SEO techniques". Why does a backend web developer need to know a damn thing about SEO? It's all frontend. The only backend stuff is ridiculously easy, just a couple mod_rewrite rules so the babbies on the internet can have URLs with words in them instead of the "ugly" ?articleid=8147 at the end of the URL.
Regardless, I'm sitting here blasting music into my ears to completely drown out my roommates and the aforementioned girlfriend, all of whom are completely ignoring my presence. I should have packed up and left a couple months ago when this shit started. I thought when we moved in that I'd get to play computer/console games with them, that we might do some things together (not gay things, but rather "hey, wanna go grab some food at Cook Out or something?"), or that we might even have coordinated meals that we'd eat maybe once a week and actually put the growing number of cooking ingredients around the kitchen to some use. Guess how much of any of those things we've done? Zero. Yeah, that's right, zero. For the most part, they spend the entire day out doing who the fuck cares what and just come back here to sleep. I'm left banging on the wall to make people shut the fuck up because they're being loud and waking me up at 10 AM, four hours after I went to sleep. Go ahead, blame me for being nocturnal. It's okay, I'm used to it. Being nocturnal is "something I decided", and I'm not allowed to complain about being woken up in the middle of the day. Let me wake you up in the middle of the night sometime, we'll see how much you fucking like it, bitch.
That's another thing I don't get. These people. They buy all this food that they never use. Just the other day I went through the cupboard pulling out expired can of food after expired can of food. Also pulled out a few cans that were rusting. Really? REALLY? Come the fuck on, don't waste food. I seem to be the only one that only buys what he's going to use. Our freezer is so packed full of stuff that I can't even fit a handle of rum in there anymore. Between the two bags of frosted over chicken breasts, all the SteamFresh stuff that we can't cook because we have no microwave, and the other random things (I think there's a bag of potstickers in there somewhere), there's barely enough room for me to stick a couple skillet meals in there anymore. All of this stuff is unopened. ALL OF IT.
I need my own place, by myself, badly. The only problem being my lack of employment and various personality and mental conditions that make gaining employment a very difficult and awkward process. If I go back to my parents' place, they'll drain my account of the remaining ~$3K charging me rent without any sort of sympathy or actual assistance in finding a job. Their idea of assisting me is saying "go get a job". That's like telling someone who isn't good at a game that they suck at it. It doesn't help.
I want to get out of here, temporarily, for the next several hours. My parents' place is out because they'll be asleep. I think I'll start stashing some of the stuff I never took out of boxes in the first place in my old empty bedroom in their house over the course of the next week or so, just to make the "oh hey I'm homeless and unemployed can I sleep on my old bedroom floor" thing go a little more quickly.
The only problems with getting out of here are that I have no idea where to go or what to do. Doing anything in our corporate republic costs money. Also, it means I'd have to subject myself to the shenanigans of my roommates and the aforementioned girlfriend, however briefly. Furthermore, in this rundown city that relies on its history for any kind of attraction whatsoever, there's very little to do after 8 PM, even if I was in the mood to spend money.
Well, according to my headset's control panel, I have about an hour of battery left. So I need to decide what to do within the next hour. Wish me luck.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
fap somewhere else
Does <insert name of roommate here> really think I can't see him over there fapping? Does he think his current activity is made less obvious if he's wearing a shirt to cover it up? I can see your arm moving, <insert name of roommate here>, and you're not fooling anyone. Come on, your computer's a fucking laptop, take it back to your fucking bedroom and fap there, where I don't have to see it. I at least have the courtesy to fap in private where nobody else has to see me doing it.
2023 edit: someone with nothing better to do and a boner for censorship flagged this post as "sensitive content".
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Loose ends
Reading back through my old posts here, there's some loose ends to tie up.
- Blog layout issues with post elements disappearing: This was because I edited the template HTML, and for some stupid reason this prevents Blogger's options from being able to change things. I fixed this on my main blog a long time ago, I'll do the same here.
- Rumble Racing FAQ, HTML version: I never did make this. I've also kind of stopped playing Rumble Racing entirely.
- Guitar Hero controllers committing suicide: This happened, then I found two copies of GH5 for PS2 new in box with guitar controller at Wal-Mart for $20 each, so... fixed. The GH5 controllers have a much more competently-designed neck connection with proper male/female connectors and no neck wobble, and have yet to fail me.
- F1 race torrents: I didn't find any torrents of Formula 1 races, so I stopped looking. F1 now airs on NBCSN, and I barely watch it anymore anyway. If I feel like paying money I can watch a livestream on their website.
- Opacity of posts affecting images therein: because I was a n00b and didn't know about the rgba() method of defining color in CSS.
- Tales of Fridays: We never did finish Tales of the Abyss, and I never did figure out the single target->AOE FOF thing I was wondering about.
- The annoying window focus problem: Never did figure it out. I now use focus follows mouse anyway (thanks, TweakUI!), so it's not really an issue anymore.
3DS streetpass relay
Because Nintendo's Zone locator refuses to work for me with ip geolocation disabled, I have to wander around random places in Charlottesville and look for the "The Nintendo Zone service is available here." notice on my 3DS. The following is therefore a list of all places in Charlottesville I've found with Nintendo Zone. At some point I need to try hitting the fast food ones from the drive-thru.
- McDonald's
- Verified streetpassable from outside the building:
- Pantops (limited non-handicapped parking right outside the front doors, was able to get streetpasses from those spots without leaving my car)
- Barracks (may take a bit, but it'll happen. They have outside seating, make use of it)
- Shoppers' World (streetpassable from parking lot, without leaving car)
- Verified, but streetpassed from inside because I was eating there:
- Ridge/McIntire
- Burger King
- Has Zone, haven't successfully streetpassed:
- Barracks (couldn't streetpass from outside the building. 3DS was going back and forth between saying StreetPass and Internet. I'll head back when they're at peak around lunchtime so I can blend into the crowd and not end up buying anything)
- Haven't verified:
- Pantops
- Seminole Trail
- Fashion Square Mall
- You'll have to go in to get this one.
- It takes eons to happen, so sit down at a table outside Sbarro and get tortured by all the food smells until dat green LED flashes.
- Also, even though Red Robin is open later than the rest of the mall, the Zone is off when the mall is closed, or so it seems.
- Best Buy (I bought my 3DS there, but survey says it's a slim chance I'll go back there anytime soon)
- Barnes & Noble (I need to go there anyway because I have a gift card to spend on manga)
- The AT&T store on Emmet St. near Arby's and CookOut (based on the fact that a valid Nintendo Zone SSID is "attwifi")
- Starbucks (Pantops, corner, where else? The kiosks don't count (the only one I know of is in Fashion Square Mall anyway), and the cafe inside Barnes and Noble isn't actually a Starbucks)
- I haven't hit up downtown for streetpasses yet, but there might be a Zone down there somewhere, worth a stroll up and down the mall to check
- Get a laptop
- Make a list of all the MAC addresses of the Nintendo Zone access points around here
- Set up HomePass using said list
- Far off in the future: get a Raspberry Pi and set up SpillPass-Pi so I can HomePass on demand easily with a dedicated device
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Dilemmas
I have wallpapers that are very fappable, but I don't want to get used to having fap material just by minimizing everything.
I'm a pervert, but am I enough of a pervert to order those panties sized for men off of J-List? Survey says no, but if nobody has to know...
I'm unemployed, my lease ends in two months, and I don't have any good leads on a new job. Yet I'm so introverted/socially anxious that I want to solve the problem myself rather than seeking help, even though solving it myself clearly isn't working.
I want to get fit, but I never really feel like going out and getting exercise, even just a walk around the block until I can walk farther and/or faster without getting winded...
I'm a pervert, but am I enough of a pervert to order those panties sized for men off of J-List? Survey says no, but if nobody has to know...
I'm unemployed, my lease ends in two months, and I don't have any good leads on a new job. Yet I'm so introverted/socially anxious that I want to solve the problem myself rather than seeking help, even though solving it myself clearly isn't working.
I want to get fit, but I never really feel like going out and getting exercise, even just a walk around the block until I can walk farther and/or faster without getting winded...
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