I must be fucking insane part II.

Because here’s an update of what I’ve gotten done…

 

 

 

 

(Don’t you like my bra?!)

I must be fucking insane…

My latest project:  falls.

Its hair extensions with a twist, quite literally!

This is what I have so far…

This is what you start out with.

Normal yarn.  This is 100% cotton.

 

 

 

 

 

This is how I braided it.  I left pieces in between the braids for texture.

 

 

 

 

 

This is how I looped it.  That 2nd holder is for the brown I have to work on.  If I do it correctly, the bottom with be the browns and the top will be the green and yellow and white.

 

 

 

 

 

This is stiffened with the glue.  Elmer’s Glue.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is what I have with glue on it so far when I took this pic.  Now there’s more, I just gotta apply the glue.

 

(I look like an anime character.)

 

 

(You can also see my little hair piece thinger.)

 

 

 

 

This is the hair clip piece.  I had a small hair clip and a short piece that didn’t fit as a bracelet and I have a hair clip for the front.

 

 

 

 

 

I cut off the knot at the bottom.  The glue seems to hold nicely.

 

(I have no idea where I’m going to wear these. My mom would shit kittens if she found this.)

People suck.

I had to bitch out a mopey 30 year old man today.  On the fucking phone.  I slept from 10 pm to 3:30 pm and he called me and was like “You haven’t called.” I was just getting out of the shower and he got all huffy because I hadn’t called.  I was sick all last night and passed the fuck out for a good long time.

So. I cussed him for about 10 minutes and he still has no idea wtf he did wrong.  Not to his understanding, even though I told him about 80 times.

Apparently he’s like my first ex, jealous and clingy and thinks that everything I say to him is cold.

I really wish I had ice water running through my veins.  Then I would know to keep people at a distance.

Now I have to figure out what to do.  He’s a nice guy otherwise.

Fuck.

This is a fuck my life moment.

St. Patrick’s Day Part II.

Well.  The beginning is always the hardest part to start.

So I will start with an old story…

As you all know, last weekend my grandma was put in the hospital.  Sunday she was released.  She’s doing fine.  But the thing is what I tell you all next…

While we were waiting to hear from the doctors in the emergency room, my 40 year old over dramatic Aunt came and got us all.  She walked over, threw her hand in a circle without saying a word, and said that the whole family should come.  It was the longest walk of my life.  It was only 10 feet around a blind corner.  Then I saw my grandpa.  He was red-faced and teary eyed and sitting with his hands in his lap.  I have never seen him this way.  I felt my heart hit my feet and I nearly passed out.  I stood there and had an anxiety attack.

Turns out they ran my grandfather out of the emergency room because they had to resuscitate my grandma several times.  They were worried he was going to have a heart attack while they worked on her.  Margaret was just pissed she got tossed out of the room.

My grandma apparently died several times that night.  They had to resuscitate her at their house and feed her oxygen in the ambulance.   They had to do it again a few times at the hospital.  When they got her stabilized, they let family go see her.

Mom found this out over a call with Aunt Linda.  Aunt Linda had just gotten back from over there and felt the need to call Mom about that and about this…

Talking to my grandma is like talking to a child sometimes.  Lately she’s been wondering why we haven’t come to visit.  Margaret told Grandma that it was because Grandma called Mom a “Bitch”.  Which is entirely untrue.

Apparently on the same day Grandma got out of the hospital, Aunt Linda went and filled their medications.  When she went to Grandma and Grandpa’s, someone had went and gotten hamburgers and milkshakes.

Grandma did not “choke” on a pill.  She was butted in the place where the stomach meets the chest and it knocked the breath out of her.  What actually happened, I don’t know.  The doctors never told the rest of us.  Whomever was in the room when the emergency room doctor showed up told the doctor to tell Grandpa because he was her husband.  The woman that said that was Margaret we assume.

Margaret also states that my parents are lazy, snobbish, and sleep until 1 pm.  So, a fight might go down between Aunt Linda with Mom on her side and against Aunt Margaret.  If such a thing happens, chances are I will have video of it and I will post it here.

The reason all of this is mentioned because this Saturday is Grandma’s birthday.

St. Patrick’s Day.

WHAT A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!  I MEAN REALLY!  I’M IRISH! I SHOULD BE HAVING FUN!  BUT NO!

FUCKING MEN!  GOD DAMN BULLSHITTY MEN!!!

I HAVE TO DEAL WITH A 30 YEAR OLD THINKING EVERY TXT I SAY IS A FUCKING COLD DROP IN ANTARCTICA!  FUCK!  BITCHING BECAUSE I WOULDN’T FUCKING TALK TO HIM ABOUT SHIT OVER THE PHONE!  I ALREADY FUCKING TOLD HIM EVERYGODDAMNTHING THAT NEEDED TO BE SAID!  APPARENTLY FUCKING NOT SATISFACTORY ENOUGH!  I DON’T GIVE BLOW JOBS LIKE CANDY!  WHY DON’T PEOPLE GET THIS SHIT!?  FUCK ME FOR TRYING TO BE DIFFERENT!  APPARENTLY NO UNDERSTANDS WHAT TYPE OF PERSON I AM BECAUSE WE’RE ALL WHORES AROUND HERE NO MATTER WHAT!!

I GOT FUCKING ATTACKED BY A GOD DAMN HAWK!  I’VE HAD A HEADACHE ALL GOD DAMN DAY FROM IT AND A GOD DAMN WELT ON THE SIDE OF MY FUCKING HEAD FROM IT!  I COULD HAVE GOTTEN CLAWED TO SHIT AND HAD TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL FOR ALL SORTS OF FUCKING SHOTS!

WE WENT OUT AND GOT CHINESE AT MY FAVORITE FUCKING PLACE WE HAVEN’T BEEN TO SINCE BEFORE CHRISTMAS!  I DIDN’T ENJOY IT BECAUSE I’VE BEEN PUKING IT UP FOR THE PAST HOUR!

I GOT NO GOD DAMN SLEEP SINCE 4 PM YESTERDAY!

I GOT STABBED IN THE LEG BY A FUCKING RUSTED SCREWDRIVER!  IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GOD DAMN WOODS!

I HAVE AN OLD CREEPY BLACK MAN CONSTANTLY DRIVING PAST MY HOUSE AND WAVING AT ME AS HE LICKS HIS LIPS!

YEAH!  AND I’M BEING THE COLD HEARTED NASTY BITCH!?

FUCK!  FUCK ME GOING OUT AND DOING ANY GOD DAMN THING!  FUCK THE WHOLE GOD DAMN MESS!  I FUCKING HATE TECHNOLOGY AND PEOPLE!

News

That happened today…

 

The good news…

Grandma got to come home today.  She’ll be fine!!!!  She just has to stick to a low salt diet.  Unfortunately she and my grandpa aren’t getting their prescriptions filled like they should be.

The bullshit…

That fat whalephant I call “Aunt Margaret” was going to fix hotdogs and ham for dinner.  Her 2 kids, Hanna (20) and CJ (12) were eating those Mary Calendar tv dinners.  Don’t get me wrong, we eat them sometimes, but not every fucking night.  She says she takes care of things around there.  That’s bullshit or else they would be taking their damn medication.

Both of my cousins think you’re mixing Arsenic, Strict Nine, and White Oleander in front of them to feed them if you give them veggies.  If I ever have to take care of those two, I’m smacking the shit out of them and forcing them to eat their damn veggies.

 

The bad news…

The fucking neighbors are driving me fucking nuts.  Their damn kids are walking through our yards with bbguns and their fucking yard is always full of drunk ass men so I can’t go and stalk this flock of blue jays I have been keeping tabs on for so long with my camera.  I’m fucking raging pissed.

More bad news….

When I got up this morning after sleeping for 15 hours, I felt like a bus accident victim.  I was relaxed but my body hurt.  When I got pissed off over the whole neighbor thing, my body tensed and stopped hurting.  That’s probably really bad.

 

Some fucking awesome news…

I got to talk to the cops tonight!!!  Apparently a car that fits the description of Mom's was being looked for for something bad.

As I was walking out of my house to go next door for some cinnamon toast, two cop cars pulled up in front of the houses.  The white cop came to talk to me.  I met him halfway and he asked my name on the way.  He didn’t hear it the first time and I had to repeat myself.  Before he asked my age, he would look me in the face and eyes.  When I answered him, he kept looking away all shy and nervous.

This mother fucker was a Norse God.  Let me tell you.  He was 5'6 with a muscular stature, a square jaw, lovely blue eyes that would twinkle in the light, and blonde slightly spiked hair.  He couldn’t have looked any older than 30.  His voice was smooth and soft.  I would have taken a hit of mace from this man and not given a shit.

Apparently I was believable with my truthfulness that they didn’t come and ask my parents anything or search around the houses.

The other cop was looking in Mom’s car with his flashlight and felt the hood.  Apparently that helped verify my truths and they left.  I wished them luck.  They watched me walk to my parents’ house and walk inside.

Grandma.

The post before this one states my grandmother is in the hospital.  She has a light touch of pneumonia and she had a respiratory attack which caused her to choke, turn blue, and pass out.  She is fine.  It wasn’t a stroke or a heart attack.  She apparently fought the nurses and the doctors.  She might stay a couple days so they know she will be ok to go home and to watch her health and stuff.

I was so scared.  I didn’t want to go back into the ER area and look at her.  I felt like passing out when I saw Grandpa sitting in the waiting room red-faced and teary eyed.  When my over dramatic drama queen aunt came and got everyone, we thought they were taking us into a different room from the non-family and telling us the most dreaded news possible.

Last I heard she’s in ICU and they are looking for her a room.

Kayla is spending the night with me because her mom is staying at the hospital with everyone too.  She didn’t want to stay alone.