Number of times I've mentioned "love" here before today: 71
(I didn't want to bother counting how many times I used the word "hate" ... it was a CONSIDERABLE amount, no force to be reckoned with, if you get my drift.)
Isn't that sad that the difference between the two is so large? I wouldn't say that I don't "love" as many things as I "hate" because the actual numbers of the two are rather smaller and closer together ... I guess I'm just angrier here. Which is more fun (I know you think so too) and why people tend to read this.
I tried to buy something on eBay for a Christmas present today. It was a long, fustrating, tedious process which I have written as concisely as possible in those caveman-esque sentences I enjoy doing so much, as follows: Looked around eBay for desired item. Found perfect item, and I mean PERFECT, for friend's gift. 4 days and some odd hours left. Okay. Wonder how to get bank information to verify PayPal account (we don't have credit cards, unfortunately). 1 AM, search through room for October bank statement. Give up. Clean room. Sleep. Ask Mom to get bank statement copy. School. Home. Mom says bank's mailing it, what the hell? Explain situation about how PayPal needs verification NOW because Jenna needs to buy something NOW. Mom calls bank ... pretends to be Jenna when she thinks Jenna doesn't know but Jenna hears the phrases "my account" and such, sneaky mom. PayPal verified! Hmm, transfer money. Done. 3-4 business days to get it done?! Pissed off. Back to eBay, item still unbought. Yay. Read info and wonder how soon after buying out right seller would want money? Email seller asking and explaining PayPal situation. Send. Happed to back click to item - item SOLD?! Stupid piece of shit buyer! Sad. Frantic. Do repeated search for same item five times though already know there is NO MORE ITEMS LIKE IT LISTED. Search other sites: Amazon, Sears, Circuit City, Pier 1 for God's sake. NO ITEMS. Sad. Check eBay again, seller sell more? No. Do Yahoo search on item. Shitty results. Decide to input exact title of item on eBay into Yahoo search engine, desparate. Seller actually has online site selling item! For CHEAPER THAN EBAY! Look around. Decide original item still kicks the most ass and go to buy it. Site only accepts credit cards ... FUCK. Pissed off. Think of who has credit cards. Call Aunty Florence (great-aunt who raised and loves me). Have to visit Aunty and watch TV with her ... would feel bad otherwise. Vist for 2.5 hours. She refuses to take money that will come out of card for order, argue. Decide to get mom to give money or buy extra nice xmas present for her. Come home. Buy item online. They DON'T SHIP TO HAWAII AND ALASKA. Will probably get extra big ass fee slapped on cost AND stuff might not come before Christmas. FUCKING SITE. Happen back upon eBay ... seller put more of the SAME item up for bid! Stupid shit ass ... ! Wonder if canceling order with site and buying from eBay will get stuff here on time. Think about emailing site. Realize that seller/site will have gotten my email like 3 times by now. Think. (Pros of eBay: Aunty won't pay, stuff probably on time, if things get fucked up can bash seller in comments ... cons: embarrassed and will cost about $30 more). Decide to leave things alone because process has driven me crazy already.
That was not fun, probably painful to read about too. Good.
All the classes I want to take and can't register for until FRIDAY are almost full and/or at inconvenient times like 4:30pm or 7:30am. Worried.
I was watching this movie on HBO about the Matthew Shepard story. It was sad, very sad. I don't understand homophobia, how people can have such hatred, how such closed mindedness can still exist. It makes me angry, fustrated.
*sigh*
Take a women's studies course sometime in your college years. My professor encouraged us to encourage others. It's good, it makes you think. Don't scoff at it, it makes you aware of the world you live - aware of injustices you didn't even know were happening to you and attacks that everyone pushes aside as harmless and by doing so they reinforce oppression. It's good for guys too, I imagine you'll feel bashed at times though, like all the girls in your class will be expecting you to take responsibility for your gender and all their years of dominance. Maybe you would understand better though, understand a lot of things better - maybe you would stop laughing at me when I tell you I'm taking women's studies. Stop the laughter, the inquieries about my sexuality, wondering aloud if we look at boobs all semester. I'm really learning to detest being mocked for taking women's studies. It's not pointless. I'll probably get my "depth" requirement and certificate in women's studies if I don't decide to double major in it with my journalism stuff. And all I get for it is SHIT. A lot of girls in my class report the same thing. Bleh.
8:29 p.m. - December 11, 2002
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