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So . . . life update . . .
a year ago
General
Bad, down hill, the swimming pool is on fire, and the stress is pulling my mind and body in two.
Right, specifics . . .
After having intense tooth pain, I was told that I needed to have all 4 of my wisdom teeth removed in 1 go . . . but there was a problem with my ID. Basically, I needed to go through the DMV to fix a stupid problem that took several visits and a month to correct.
During that time, my uncle passed away down in Florida. There was a celebration of life and my father decided to drive all the way down there . . . for reference, we live in Massachusetts, so that's about a 20 hour ride one way.
Right before that trip however, my credit card got cancelled for suspicious activity. No one knows exactly what caused that, and my best guess was getting a steam game about defusing bombs, but either way, I was going into Florida with no money on me because of that.
And as for the "sunshine state" itself . . . well . . . the devil went down to Georgia, and I can only infer that Georgia is below hell and the devil didn't want to go deeper.
We got to the hotel and the bottom door cover was missing, the blanket with the bed was covered in what I assume to be cigarette burn holes, and the toilet was so low it was painful to sit on. Also, the hotel used these automatic card readers, but the system kept locking me and my father out so we kept having to go to the front office just to enter our room.
As for the trip itself . . . pain.
Don't get me wrong, there were some good things, but mostly just pain in different flavors. Because Massachusetts is really bad in the "retro" gaming market, I wanted to get some earlier console games. Mostly for the 360. However, because I didn't have any money, I had to ask my father to pay for these games and basically just handed him an I.O.U. over it. Also got a new controller that didn't work at all, so I'm stuck with my old controller with massive drifting issues till I can get a new one of amazon or something.
We went to the sponge docks, a small-ish shopping district of small wonders and curiosities. Unfortunately, the state that's an ott damn peninsula didn't have anything otter related. We went to several stores and none of them had anything otter related. No shirts, no signs, nothing. We got lucky to find a single place that sold these mini otter figurines, but for 2 weeks that's all we found.
We did get to go to a small aquarium, that was nice. Still no otters, but it was pretty interesting to see. Mostly outdoors, partially a zoo as well, you could pet sting rays and sharks, arguably the best thing about that trip.
Back to the pain, the restaurant my parents got married at was turned into a car themed place, same with this smaller pizza place we loved only it became a spaghetti place instead. So for those 2 weeks, we didn't have any particular place to go, so we went multiple places. Sounded fun on paper, but only going to restaurants for food to eat for a few weeks isn't the best thing for your internal organs . . . well keeping them internal anyways.
During the celebration, my father was told he wasn't invited to the after party that took place at someone else's home for petty reasons more or less. So we only got half the time to see family as my father wanted, likely even less.
He also wanted to do things with me, something I honestly do love and appreciate even while I'm an adult. However, I'm not the most stable otter on a good day, as I'm easily overwhelmed by just smells and what not. So whenever he wanted to go to the beach, he wouldn't just say "do you want to go to the beach?" but would also rattle off a bunch of things to do at the beach, like sunbathing, swimming, and what beach to go to . . . all before I could even say a word. Than he'd move on to other suggestions in the same manner. It made every question exponentially draining mentally and I'd be hit with indecisiveness to the point I felt ill just trying to pick a place for dinner.
While not as flashy, there was also the hair cut I got, where I wanted my hair cut shoulder length, and the woman doing my hair took way too much off, now I'm left with this really short hair that just doesn't fit me at all. As well as this sunburn I got after 15 minutes of putting my arm out the window, that I still have after the 2 day road trip coming back home.
After getting home and hoping I could just rest, my phone bricked itself a few days later, so I had to ask my dad for another 300 dollars to get a functional device. He doesn't really care about that since it's not something I could really control and phones are a necessity these days. That doesn't take away from how guilty I feel right now for costing him so much while I barely make anything to pay him back.
I mention all this because October is coming up soon, and I don't think I'll do anything for it. No Halloween stories, no Ott-ober shinanagons, and probably nothing for my birthday either on the 5th. I'll probably just go radio silent for a while like usual.
Also, in terms of the FA stuff going on, I got no back up plans. If FA sinks, I don't have anywhere else to go really, all my stories are posted here, and I don't know where to even start looking for new places. So yeah, not great no matter how you cut it.
I feel tired, my head aches, and I don't feel up to story writing. Sorry if I'm being a downer to the very few of you who read these.
Right, specifics . . .
After having intense tooth pain, I was told that I needed to have all 4 of my wisdom teeth removed in 1 go . . . but there was a problem with my ID. Basically, I needed to go through the DMV to fix a stupid problem that took several visits and a month to correct.
During that time, my uncle passed away down in Florida. There was a celebration of life and my father decided to drive all the way down there . . . for reference, we live in Massachusetts, so that's about a 20 hour ride one way.
Right before that trip however, my credit card got cancelled for suspicious activity. No one knows exactly what caused that, and my best guess was getting a steam game about defusing bombs, but either way, I was going into Florida with no money on me because of that.
And as for the "sunshine state" itself . . . well . . . the devil went down to Georgia, and I can only infer that Georgia is below hell and the devil didn't want to go deeper.
We got to the hotel and the bottom door cover was missing, the blanket with the bed was covered in what I assume to be cigarette burn holes, and the toilet was so low it was painful to sit on. Also, the hotel used these automatic card readers, but the system kept locking me and my father out so we kept having to go to the front office just to enter our room.
As for the trip itself . . . pain.
Don't get me wrong, there were some good things, but mostly just pain in different flavors. Because Massachusetts is really bad in the "retro" gaming market, I wanted to get some earlier console games. Mostly for the 360. However, because I didn't have any money, I had to ask my father to pay for these games and basically just handed him an I.O.U. over it. Also got a new controller that didn't work at all, so I'm stuck with my old controller with massive drifting issues till I can get a new one of amazon or something.
We went to the sponge docks, a small-ish shopping district of small wonders and curiosities. Unfortunately, the state that's an ott damn peninsula didn't have anything otter related. We went to several stores and none of them had anything otter related. No shirts, no signs, nothing. We got lucky to find a single place that sold these mini otter figurines, but for 2 weeks that's all we found.
We did get to go to a small aquarium, that was nice. Still no otters, but it was pretty interesting to see. Mostly outdoors, partially a zoo as well, you could pet sting rays and sharks, arguably the best thing about that trip.
Back to the pain, the restaurant my parents got married at was turned into a car themed place, same with this smaller pizza place we loved only it became a spaghetti place instead. So for those 2 weeks, we didn't have any particular place to go, so we went multiple places. Sounded fun on paper, but only going to restaurants for food to eat for a few weeks isn't the best thing for your internal organs . . . well keeping them internal anyways.
During the celebration, my father was told he wasn't invited to the after party that took place at someone else's home for petty reasons more or less. So we only got half the time to see family as my father wanted, likely even less.
He also wanted to do things with me, something I honestly do love and appreciate even while I'm an adult. However, I'm not the most stable otter on a good day, as I'm easily overwhelmed by just smells and what not. So whenever he wanted to go to the beach, he wouldn't just say "do you want to go to the beach?" but would also rattle off a bunch of things to do at the beach, like sunbathing, swimming, and what beach to go to . . . all before I could even say a word. Than he'd move on to other suggestions in the same manner. It made every question exponentially draining mentally and I'd be hit with indecisiveness to the point I felt ill just trying to pick a place for dinner.
While not as flashy, there was also the hair cut I got, where I wanted my hair cut shoulder length, and the woman doing my hair took way too much off, now I'm left with this really short hair that just doesn't fit me at all. As well as this sunburn I got after 15 minutes of putting my arm out the window, that I still have after the 2 day road trip coming back home.
After getting home and hoping I could just rest, my phone bricked itself a few days later, so I had to ask my dad for another 300 dollars to get a functional device. He doesn't really care about that since it's not something I could really control and phones are a necessity these days. That doesn't take away from how guilty I feel right now for costing him so much while I barely make anything to pay him back.
I mention all this because October is coming up soon, and I don't think I'll do anything for it. No Halloween stories, no Ott-ober shinanagons, and probably nothing for my birthday either on the 5th. I'll probably just go radio silent for a while like usual.
Also, in terms of the FA stuff going on, I got no back up plans. If FA sinks, I don't have anywhere else to go really, all my stories are posted here, and I don't know where to even start looking for new places. So yeah, not great no matter how you cut it.
I feel tired, my head aches, and I don't feel up to story writing. Sorry if I'm being a downer to the very few of you who read these.
As for FA alternatives, I'll hit you up with some stuff.
Rest and find time for yourself. Writing comes when it comes.
*Hugs*