noblescientist: (Doctor Who)
The plan was to go to Six Flags with Tayla and Dean (a high school classmate of mine), chill overnight, and go to Sea Star with Tayla for a few hours so she could cover the register. I was super excited about Six Flags; I did tell Tayla that I wasn't keen on staying too long in the water park, and absolutely did not want to go in any pools.

I almost didn't get to go, because I had no money in my wallet and, naturally, Tayla asks me about this, as a second thought, as the bank is closing on Friday. My father pulled out sixty bucks and told me to go to the bank Monday and pay him back then.

Okay. Got my stuff, got picked up, dropped most of my stuff at Tayla's and started off.

First thing that did not go according to plan: I forgot that Tayla had mentioned the possibility of picking up a couple of Dean's friends.
Second thing: said friends were both big dudes. So I was squished like a fucking sardine into the back of a small car with two other people, while Tayla sat in the front, being comfortable. (Sound familiar? Yeah, that was how we got home from FurFright last year when I got so cold I could barely move by the time we got home. Except that time, I was riding bitch. This time I was squashed up against the fucking door.)

Whatever, we got to the park, stiff but mostly unscathed. Fine. Good.

Third thing: we get to the water park and I am treated to a ludicrous amount of PDA by Tayla and Dean. I didn't even know they were together. Had I known that, I would've stayed home because Dean's taste in friends blows and Tayla spends all her time hanging off of whatever boyfriend she has at the time. Found out at the park. Was not impressed.

Fourth thing: we spent all morning in the water park (after I told Tayla I wasn't keen on staying there too long), and Tayla insisted we all go in the wave pool and a swimming pool (after I told her I absolutely did not want to go in any pools). I didn't want to be a spoilsport, so I went in. The wave pool was stupid and I got stared at in the swimming pool, so I left both earlier than anybody else.

So we went back to the car to grab our lunches. By this point I've got so much chlorine in my eyes-- and my contacts-- they're sore. I'd also already gotten sunburnt through the sunblock, but I reapplied it anyway so it didn't get worse. Whatever. We go back into the park, and I tell everybody that the one thing I really wanted to do was go on Bizarro. If we did that I'd be happy.

We go on Batman (because everybody wanted to go on that coaster). One of Dean's friends says, "oh we have to go on Houdini." On the way, he says "wait we have to go on Blizzard River first!" So we do that. It's a raft ride, you and six other people go down this river path, get soaked, move on. Whatever, it felt good at the time. No longer sweating my ass off.

Then we finally found Houdini. It's this mild ride, which could probably have been better done with a DC villain, if you ask me. You go into a room, sit on the benches, the lap bars come down, and they tilt you just enough so your head registers you're tilting, and then they spin the room around you instead so it seems like you're spinning. Trippy, fairly cool, okay.

Now, Dean wanted to get on the road by about eight because he had work in the morning. By this point, it's something like 7:15. Time for one more ride.

"Oh hey! Let's go on the Tomahawk! The line's short, it seats 40 people, it'll be fun."

So the fuck much for Bizarro. The Tomahawk has 40 people seated on a circular platform, which they then swing back and forth. It wasn't any fun until the highest swings. Not worth it.

Then Tayla and Dean say they want noodles. We stop at the Panda Express for dinner. I know that means I'm not gonna be able to have anything for dinner until we get home at best, at all if Tayla's not in a good mood. So I blew the last of my cash-- which, if you remember, wasn't mine in the first place-- and then we head for the car again. And I've sweated sunblock into my eyes by now, so my eyes aren't just sore, they fucking hurt.

Stitch in my side due to eating immediately before walking all that way. Get in the car. One of Dean's friends sits in the front, which leaves the morons in control and us semi-sane people in the back. Tayla's trying to sleep, iPod on, because she has a headache, but they blast the music so fucking loud that not only can she not sleep or hear her iPod, but I get a headache too. Assholes.
And I was also still soaked from Blizzard River. I ask Dean to turn off the AC-- he says it's not on, it's the defroster. I ask if he can turn that off for a little while because I'm freezing. He ignores me.
He also decided before we even started home that he wasn't going to work in the morning anyway. So there was no reason I couldn't've at least gone on Bizarro.

We drop off Dean's loser friends, he drops us at Tayla's, and we go upstairs to go to bed. We commiserate about how bad the ride home was, pull out the extra bed-- don't bother pulling it up, because I give no shits-- and in walks her mom. She started nagging Tayla about something, so Tayla flipped out on her. She backed off and said, fairly calmly, "Tayla, come here."

Tayla flipped out on her again. (I mean, she didn't feel good, but that's no reason to have a tantrum.) I didn't say anything.

We go to bed. Tayla didn't have a good night-- I heard her get up a couple of times, she was sick, blah blah. Then when we're finally up-- and ready to be up-- she says, "okay. Since Dean's not going to work today, we were all planning to go to Raynham Flea Market. Do you wanna go?"

For some reason it did not occur to me to ask when she had supposedly planned this, since she found out he wasn't going to work when we got to her house the night before. Either way, I said, "sure, why not."

She had left my birthday present at Dean's, so when he came to pick us up he brought it.

It was shower gel, deodorant, and body spray. I literally laughed at it because I could not believe she thought on any level that was a gift worth giving.

Get one of the two loser friends from yesterday and start for the flea market. Find out halfway there that it costs a buck to even get into this place. Get leered at and intentionally bumped into the whole time. Walk out-- everybody has stuff except my broke ass. Not worth it on so fucking many levels.

So when I got home, finally, I started telling my mother about my weekend and realise it fucking sucked. I have no idea why I bothered going at all. Tayla thinks she's a good person, and until I actually thought about it I did too. But she's ridiculously inconsiderate, and only invites people anywhere as a second thought. I was texting her about Monster High stuff when she decided, literally on a whim, to invite me to Six Flags.

I really doubt I'm going to FurFright this year. I loved it last year, but if she's bringing her loser boyfriend, I don't want to go. Maybe even if she's going without him. I have to talk to her about this shit.

I hate losing friends, but the more out-of-state friends I make, the more I realise that the ones around here-- with the exception of Caitlin and Kelsey-- really fucking suck. Because the contrast of how I'm treated is fucking incredible. With Tayla, it's like I'm Peter Parker and she's Harry fucking Osborn, because she's pretty well off. She may not be rich, but it sure seems like it to me. I'm just tagging along, and she never considers the cost because she can do it easily, whereas I'm digging out of my bank account to do anything. And the inexpensive things I do with my other friends? They end up being more fun anyway, because they're considerate people for the most part, and far fewer things go wrong.
noblescientist: (Avengers)
There's something somewhat sad about the fact that I feel I need to make this, but there it is. It's gonna be a sticky post, and I'll add to it as I go. Hopefully.

1) Got up the figurative balls to quit my job when the conditions became unhealthy, even though my family were all telling me I should suck it up because I need the money.
2) Figured out my first steps toward going into Forensic Anthropology (likely a double major of Forensics and Anthropology, but that comes later). Changed my mind shortly thereafter; hoping to double-major in Psych and Bio or Chem, minor in Forensics (non-negotiable). Forensics is not a major; it is a minor. (So technically more steps figured out anyway.) Changed my mind again because I suck at Chemistry. Going with my fallback (which was only a fallback because it's an uncertain path) which is working with animals. Figured that out too.
3) Got a job as a groomer at PetCo~♥
4) Stopped going to the therapist that told me I had to buzz my hair and get rid of my jewelery to be a guy.
5) Found a decent one to replace her.
6) Mostly averted world War III (between my mother, my father, my sister, and my aunt)... or at least managed to be Switzerland.
7) Learning to draw different kinds of animals.
8) Figured out my 'sonas and a few other furry characters.
9) Improving my sculpting.
noblescientist: (Erik)
I can't right now.

Erebus is back and my muses are hiding and I'm just falling into a pit.

I know I've done some useful things lately-- I know the first few steps on my college path, I've signed up for this semester's classes, I have a possible therapist to call, I have new friends, I have a new mini-laptop from Kelsey (on which I am typing)... and I'm still in a fucking pit.

This is just my head, too. Nothing to do with my body.


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