Dear parenting world,

A). Yes, your 3 year old has brains.

B). Yes, your 3 year old probably takes advantage of you.

C). Yes, your 3 year old  will cry to get your attention if you give them attention everytime they cry.

D). Your parenting reflects poorly upon your child if they act this way.

Ie. there is this 3.5 year old in camp this week. She is strong. She has talent, she could be a gymnast. Once the parent dropping her off leaves, she’s fine, smiles, particiupates without crying. As soon as a parent is here she cries and melts into their arms; perfect picture of ‘I’m a helpless 3 year old at camp’. Because of her parents, I won’t bother inviting her to any kind of class.

Keep enabling your kids, assholes. :)

Emmie,
Now is one of those times when you’re all I have. Which is okay because I can cry on your shoulder and then go to sleep. Everything is too much. I think I could go to school, do homework, and then be at the gym… but I just can’t stand being at the gym all day. Maybe if it was once or twice a week. Nah, dawg. It’s all week long, and multiple weeks in a row. I’m just so done. It’s one thing for Corey or my mom to be working these kind of hours… they’re owners, they’ll ‘eventually’ have a shit load of money from the company. Michelle will dish out, and does dish out, more to them. Paying me more is an unnecessary expense to the company. And I’m not supposed to complain. If I complain I’m a brat, I’m worthless, I don’t care about the family, etcetc.

To add to it, I have 3 and 4 year olds all morning. It wouldn’t be all that bad, if half of them weren’t brats. This one cries and cries in the beginning of camp, her mom comes into the gym EVERY. FUCKING. MORNING. Parents aren’t allowed in the gym unless they’re there for a parent participation class. There is no parent participation for camp. Get. The. Fuck. Out. The whole crying and ‘mommy mommy, I want mommy’ bullshit pisses me off. I’m bigger than you kid, I know you’re playing your mom for everything she’s worth, and you get away with it. I fucking HATE that. UGH. Anyway. It also frustrates me that there are some talented kids in my group, which is usually hard to come by for a group of 3 and 4 year olds. Generally they’re brain dead midgets that are running around over stimulated by all the gym has to offer. Nah, these kids could be good if they weren’t fucking brats. That girl that cries every morning? If I didn’t hate her mother, and how bratty she is and gets away with everything… she could go somewhere in gymnastics. But she won’t because of her mom. I won’t even bother pursuing her because of her mom.

Anyway. So not only do I have camp from 8:30 – 1, I then get dragged back into the gym here and there because I’m everyone’s puppet and have no choice, otherwise I’m always the scape goat for bad employee. But then I teach a class at 4:00. So I teach from 4:00- 5:00, and then I coach from 5:30-8:30. It’s so much. Actually interacting with children takes so much out of you. For that amount of time, it’s insane. Maybe I shouldn’t be a mom. I don’t have it in me, man. I just don’t. I actually pretty much pulled my shit together toward the end of the day. Didn’t feel so grumpy when I got home.

But then of course, I got in pissing matches with two people back to back, and now I just feel that chokey-feeling at the back of my throat right before a panic attack. Funny, I think I’m too tired to even have a panic attack. That chokey feeling has been there for at least 10 minutes, and no panic attack has come. I think I’m that tired, it’s so amazing. Have you ever been so tired you can’t have a panic attack even though it feels like your body needs to have one? I apparently have been that tired before! Yeah. I’m selfish, other people are selfish. The world keeps going. Woot woot. I had a nice evening of Dragon Ball Z and The Guild planned for tonight. The people I was gonna watch with don’t like my long days either, so we’re not doing those things anymore :) !

Big sigh. I just want to cry myself to sleep. I’m so emo. If only I could get my hair as straight as emo kids do. Then I’d be on a ball. Oh yeah… so my little free time is one of the things that stresses me out. There is not enough time for me to get the things done I want to get done in the amount of time allotted. I’m supposed to go to my niece and nephew’s. I’m supposed to see my friend Jon. And then I just want to sit. I just want to sit and bring in all the nothingness that is so lovely from being away from work. I wish I had two days off so I could have one for other people and one for me. Will I even have the energy to go crabbing this weekend if weather/car permits? That’s a sad thought right there. Do I have enough energy to go crabbing? I can’t believe I even have to ask such a question. What is life coming to?

*sigh* All 3 of my favorite people I barely got to talk to today. It stresses me so fucking much. I guess I chased 2 of them away, and then the other one I can’t really talk to because I’m at work all day and can’t talk to him more than 5 minutes. gotta love time zones. I wish I had more people I liked to talk to.

Emmie, help me feel better?


My weekend was over all good I suppose. I really need to sleep though. I should’ve crashed right when I got home. I wanted to do geckoly things but I’m just too tired. (Just a random ADD comment since it just happened – I hate this house. I hate that my room and the bathroom are next to each other and that a portion of the wall dividing the rooms is no good. Why do I hate this? Well, for one reason I get to hear everyone grunting when they shit, and I get to hear their ploppity plop noises when they shit. I also would completely see whoever’s showering at the time, naked, if the ghetto towel wasn’t ‘covering’ the hole.) Why am I too tired? Well, night before last I got about 6 hours of sleep. Last night I got a max of 3 hours of sleep. I worked an 11 hour day today. It was quite fantastic.

Also I have this scrape or cut or osmething inside my nose that is upsetting my nose. I scraped off the ‘scab’ and it feels better… which makes me feel like part of it wasn’t a scab and it was a booger that was irritating the delicate broked skin. I also believe this thing has turned into an infection because my right lymph node area is really tender. When I move my neck in certain ways it feels sore, and when I touch it it also feels ssore. I hope I won’t get sick.

Tomorrow I want to be able to take the bus to the computer store to exchange the motherboard and CPU. If this doesn’t work I’m really just not gonna know what to do anymore lol. I think before Itake it back I’ll try one last thing – taking the battery out of the motherboard. If that doesn’t work I really will just admit defeat and try to pack up the motherboard and cpu. Which will be fun. Each time I take something back I realize I don’t really know where the packaging went because I really was so excited to try to buikld a computer I didn’t think I’d need to take anyrthing back. That’s not to say I thought I’d get it perfectly first go, but I really was naive and believed I’d have all working parts.

I wanna feed baby but I’m too tired, so I’ll go to sleep.

<3 Sleeeppppp

My sister recently has had several talks with me about how she’s sick of me bitching, and doesn’t want to hear about it, or see posts about it. I’ll assume she doesn’t know this is here. And really… isn’t it a free country to write in a blog? lol. But I guess it’s also a free country for her to fire me over what I write here.

One of the things that really bothers me, is I’m that person at my job that is expected to know how to do everything, and fix every problem. For instance, for whatever reason ‘we’ (by we I mean my sister and her husband) decided to use efax. I don’t see the benefits of it at all so far, to be honest with you, lol. No one knows how to send a fax, and it’s really a pain to send one in comparison to if we just… had a fax machine. Anyway, so my sister calls me and asks me how to use it. I’ve actually explained how to use it multiple times. And the only reason I know how to do it, is because my brother-in-law explained it to me. I sent an e-mail last weekend about how to use it, to everyone that I thought would need to know how to use it. But yeah, she called back after I told her how to do it, and was like, ‘It said this e-mail isn’t authorized.’, There are only certain e-mails that are authorized to send faxes. So she expected me to know how to send an e-mail from one e-mail address instead of the other (there are multiple e-mail accounts on the thunderbird at work)

I wish the computer I ‘built’ with m own two hands would work :( I guess my own two hands aren’t very good.

HA! A good post. :)

Anyway. So today was a spectacularly awesome day. It started with my new baby leopard gecko, which I don’t think I’ve mentioned, actually eating today. Eating while I was researching slurry so I could feed him/her a slurry mix. Anyway, so I knew today at work would be prettttyy awesome because people were planning to bring baked goods to practice! Hella awesome idea, whoever’s it was. Anyway. So I was really hyper and excited about cupcakes, AND THEN I got an e-mail with my test scores… it was pretty grim, 45% on test 5, and 55% on the final test. UGH. That’s devestating, but I knew it was going to happen… HOWEVA! I passed the friggin’ class, which is what counts!! So I was excited all practice because I passed my math class AND I was going to eat funfetti cupcakes, AND THEN I found out that Lauren brought  me the juice that I like. It was AWESOME.

Maybe I really should marry rich and just have a spoiled life.

Going to sleep!
<3
Alyx

Soo… yeah. I’m kind of shocked that they showed the footage on tv. What footage, you may say?

The footage of the Georgian luger that died today while practicing for the Olympics in Vancouver. I heard about it earlier today, but have been at work most of the day. Corey looked up the footage online… but of course you don’t expect that type of thing to be on national television… Well, anyway, I didn’t see it on national television. HOWEVER. I remember my dad exclaiming, ‘Holy shit I can’t believe they’re showing this on a national televised broadcast!’, he then went on to comment on them doing CPR on him while his head is all visually fucked up. What about those people who can’t stand to see things like that? What if someone in this country knew that guy? What if children were watching? I saw a version of the vid online, accompanied by very GRAPHIC photos. Depending on how the definition was of the video shown on tv, that could be traumatizing to someone who can’t handle that sort of thing.

For instance, when I watch something like that sometimes I have recurring visions of it in my head, and it can be scary. I chose to watch it on my own accord, but for those watching the news before the game, or whatever coverage showed that, I’m sure watching could be an after dinner family time. I’d be outraged if my child(ren) had to watch that.

I’m watching the opening ceremony and it’s amazing to see them have a moment of silence for that guy. The reason it’s so touching is that it’s 60,000+ people there… being silent for a whole minute, which is a long time when you’re sitting there doing nothing. It gives me the chills to see the huge feat of respect.

I’m really not even into the Olympics (summer or winter), to be honest. I’m not sure why. I’ve kinda thought about it and have a theory I guess. Maybe I’m just not a sports-watching person (aside from football, of course, and I think I could easily be a hockey fan, I just don’t have time to sit down and teach myself the game… plus they have a bigger watching commitment… way more games). I guess the theory I’ve come down to, is that because I did gymnastics for such a long time I just don’t find ‘amazing feats’ amazing. More recently I’ve decided that maybe from gymnastics I know that when you practice and train your body, these ‘feats of amazingness’ aren’t all that amazing if you’re prepared for it. It may be hard for you or I to do these things, but it’s not hard for them, because they’ve spend years of hard training doing it. I guess in theory anyone can do it with the time, training, and dedication. Because pretty much anyone can do it with training and practice, I’m just not impressed. It’s kind of sad though, because I am impressed with small things, and get excited over little things.

I’m pretty upset right now. Starting… last Saturday, I’m supposed to have Saturday mornings off (no longer work from 9-9, sometimes more). So my mom just walks through and lays on me, ‘Oh Alyx, I know you’re supposed to have off on Saturdays now, but can you go in tomorrow just to be sure’. She’s now really making me think she’s the worst manager in the world. I feel like she doesn’t plan at all. Fucking pisses me off. Oh, it would seem as though she was just ‘preparing’ for any mishaps tomorrow. Which would be a great thing for a manager to do, for themselves, so they don’t have to cover people not being there because they weren’t clear with their schedules. One instance of why I think she’s a shitty manager, is that today I went in to work on birthday party preparations. I was figuring I would just be there a few hours, and then I’d maybe go home and get to do some homework, and maybe get to play WoW with Daniel. WRONG. I ended up teaching TWO back to back fucking classes. (Just to be clear that’s 2 hours of wasting my time that I could be doing homework). Oh, well you may say it’s not her fault that some bad employee didn’t show up (my niece). The problem is that my fucking mother, I mean my manager, didn’t make a schedule for the new session, so everyone knew what they were doing in this session. I actually told her that she should do this, at least two times prior to the new session beginning (it’s been disrupted by huge snow storms anyway. Anyway. She had allll those days off to put together a schedule and distribute it to employees before the new session. Also, there is this one employee who she always uses ME to text him. Sometimes she does it for his friend who’s also an employee. How irresponsible. She should have his number. She’s not the ‘boss’ but she’s pretty much in charge of the scheduling. Since she’s in charge of scheduling she should have all employees numbers and availability, no? I’m concerned about the state of the company when we have dozens of employees with hundreds of classes. In hindsight, my manager at Silver Stars had her shit together. It sucks to say it, because I hated her majority of the time, and she fucked me over regularly. However, my mom fucks me over more. She guilt trips me and shit. PUL-EEZE. Any other manager, really? Would ask me to come in tomorrow at 9AM, at 12:30AM the night before? Really? And not because someone was sick, or someone was absolutely not coming, but ‘just in case’? No, I’m pretty sure no manager would do that to anyone.

Anyway, so when she first asked me, and I did the ‘deflating’ kind of hunch with the shoulders and heavy sigh, she immediately said ‘Fine, don’t worry about it’, or something along those lines that will try to make you feel like an unhelpful piece of garbage (she’s a black belt master at this). Then she went into the bathroom and since there’s a hole in the wall our conversation continued. I said, ‘Well I wouldn’t feel as bad about going in if I wasn’t there so long today.’ She went on to mention the snow days, and all of that sort of stuff. Even with the snow days, I ended up doing shit I needed to do, ie. put my book shelves together, and clean my room up some. I also have done some homework, and taken some much needed self-time. I hate how this society finds you lazy if you take ANY time to yourself, over other responsibilities. I’m sorry, if I don’t try to get some WoW time in every now and then, I’ll go fucking nuts and have a psychotic explosion all over the fuckin’ place. My mom is a workaholic and it makes me feel angry inside. Even on some of the bad snow days, she still opened the gym. It’s like she’d rather be there than here, I don’t understand it. And I think she feels upset when other people don’t feel the same way. Sorry, I have little interest in being guilted into spending a 12 hour day at the gym verses a 8-9 hour day at the gym. Another point, she mentions all these snow days and shit, well fuck you, homeslice, you can’t compare all those short days to replacing it with one huge long day and expect me to want to do that. Maybe I am lazy, dunno. But I feel like all I want in life right now, is to move out of this house, and have very little to do with Dynamite.

Oh, and to end the saga, after she was out of the bathroom, I told her ‘can you try to go down a list in your head about what classes there are and who is expected to be there, and who you know is coming?’, because it’s really absurd that she wants me to come just in case. I hate wasting my time there. It’s one thing to be at work the night before and go through the book of classes and see that you’re missing a teacher for something, and say, ‘I’m really sorry, I messed up, can you come in tomorrow?’, also it would’ve been fine if she told me earlier, if that would’ve been the case. When I know I’m waking up at 7:30-8, I actively go to sleep earlier than what I normally do (10:30-11). And then, she was like, ‘well did you talk to Julian?’ (another one of those things where I am communicating with people where she should be), Once I told her that Julian said him and Brandon were coming tomorrow, she was like ‘Oh don’t worry about coming then, Corey’s already extra’ BITCH, LOOK. WHY HAVE THAT STRESSFUL CONVERSATION IF IT’S NOT NECESSARY? /PLAN/, GOD DAMN! ugh. I hate my job.

I wanted to go to bed a half an hour ago, but when I hit ‘publish’ it lost some of the post. I tried to rewrite some of it within the context. Some of it exploded out of me after the fact, and after I would’ve posted the original post.

Good night,
Alyx

So, if you’re one of those people that goes ‘ewwwwww’ easily, stop reading now.

First of all, the whole reason I thought to write, is this: I need to take a shit. “Well then go shit.” Oh friend, I’d like to! This is the problem… If someone is in the shower or bath tub, you generally don’t go in there while they’re in there right? Or you can’t, because maybe the door is locked? Well, we only have one bathroom. The problem with us having one bathroom, is that my mom can literally stay in the tub for a whole day if she was given the chance. The problem with this is, I feel RUDE about going to the bathroom when she’s in there. But I also feel like it’s an invasion of my privacy all the same as it is of her’s. For some reason I feel like she doesn’t care (I guess because everyone else goes to the bathroom multiple times when she’s in there, and because she still takes long baths even though we’ve all gone to the bathroom while she’s in the tub. Then I feel rude saying, ‘can you get out soon?’ because I guess if I liked sitting in the tub for a long time I’d feel irritated with people interrupting that, so maybe she does too. But really, this is unfair. I need to poop. It’s uncomfortable.

Anyway. I’m overwhelmed with things I need to have done. I have a ridiculous amount of homework/studying to do. I’ve wasted all day, and all day yesterday… It’s so disappointing that I wasted that time, because I had days off from work that I won’t have anymore in a long time. Wasted time writing this too.

Mom is still in the tub. :\

Alyx

I thoroughly apologize to anyone who may check emevas like… once a month or something, and you see all these blank videos. I’m fed up with the webcam widgets for wordpress, I guess I’m better off recording it on the built-in program for my webcam, and then upload it. I am lazy and like to prevent that type of work by simply recording it to here, but history has shown that it won’t work this way.

Anyway. I’m mildly concerned for the state of my livelihood as a young, vibrant 23-year-old woman. I was just sitting here after spending a few hours on homework. And I was sitting here thinking. ‘Wow, I’m 23, I don’t go to work until 4 tomorrow… and I’m about to go to sleep at 11:30PM… I’m living an amazing life.’ It’s really concerning the lack of social life I have. I’m sure I’d ever even think about it if Kylin never introduced me to her clique of friends back when she did. I think I’d just assume it was a normal lifestyle for me. I feel so abnormal on so many levels lately it’s not even funny. Iwonder if I’ll ever be able to lead a productive, non-psychotic life.

I see on these shows about these girls saying, ‘I’m 24 and I met my husband….’ It’s really kinda concerning that I don’t think I’ll even live together with my boyfriend within the next 5 years, let alone get married to him… Not to mention moving out of my parents doesn’t seem in my near future. Financially it doesn’t look like it will happen for at least 10 years. It’s really disappointing to think that I really could see myself living in my parents house that is falling apart… when I’m 33. I can’t eat properly or lead a healthy lifestyle like I want. ugh. Everything sucks. I hope I can get through this semester without getting bored and giving up. I’d like to set a goal of getting a 3.5GPA or better.

Anyway. I love my boyfriend and miss him very much. I miss holding his hand, or waking up and opening my eyes to see that he’s there with me. I miss his desire to make me smile. I miss our mutual want to make each other happy. I just miss being together IRL. I’m glad that even after nearly two years, we’re still very much in love. We’ve been through a lot, but I still think we’re going strong and try to make it work despite the distance; a distance most people could not tolerate for even a short time.

I made 80 on WoW, with a lot of help from Dani. I also am already struggling to keep up with my school work on top of my long hours at work, and my desire to finish organizing my room the way I’ve been dreaming of for at least a year. The clutter is driving me nuts even though it’s considerably better than it used to be. Adjusting to the living space that is 10x better than what I had before is hard simply because of my barriers. When you live in a house like this you have to put up barriers to survive. If you walk around like you would in every day living, stuff would drive you nuts. Things at work on desks drive me nuts all the time. If I came home with that mentality I would lose my mind from everything. And sometimes my barriers slip and I just lose it. Certain triggers ignite these emotional outbursts that no one really understands. But you wouldn’t understand.

You wouldn’t understand because you probably haven’t been living with a hole in your wall for a long time. You don’t have a hole where a barrier between my room and the bathroom should be. You probably don’t have to hear the noises of people pissing, shitting, puking, etc, in the comfort of your own room. Well, I do. You probably don’t have to worry too much about what step you’re taking, in a simple walk from your room to the kitchen. You probably don’t have to worry about stepping in dog shit, or tripping, or twisting your ankle on something on the floor. You probably don’t have to worry about doing dishes in your bathroom. You probably don’t have to worry about looking at the innards of walls while you’re taking a shower. But I do.

I could go on and on about the things that you normal people don’t have to worry about, that I do after to worry about. These things I run into every day, that I some how have to protect myself from, so that I don’t have mental breakdowns daily.

Cheers.
Alyx

Weird, but I found the video that I thought wouldn’t work before…

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I had recorded a video of me talking about what’s wrong, but it wouldn’t post so I think it was too long. The Gods like you people who take your time here! It was an 8 minute video which ended up with me crying! hallejuah you were not subjected to it.

Summary – When I lay in bed at night, I generally always end up thinking about death on some level or another. I worry about how I’ll function when this person or that person, or this pet or that pet dies. Sometimes I dwell so much and get so scared of the eventuality of death that I cry myself to sleep. My video essentially talked about my worries and concerns about my mental health as I think about these things every night. Every night. I explained how I was not depressed lately, or even overly stressed even though I have lots to be stressed about. I then went on to explain how I don’t trust mental health doctors simply because of the complexity of the brain; it makes me feel like they can’t possibly know what’s really wrong with me.

Anyway. The video went into more detail, but I should’ve gone to bed a long time ago.

-Alyx

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