mad scientist girl

so now that we have ferrets in our household... we have yet another animal to drive us crazy. Or me, at least.... it seems they always go after me. Sparky, stop chasing my feet! No really, I'm going to step on you. Stop chasing my feet does NOT mean bite my feet! Ouch you asshole! Fuck you, ferret. Stay out of my garbage can flower! That does not mean knock it over and play in its contents. You’re an asshole, ferret. Want a treat, sparky? NO, my hand is not the treat! My laptop is not for playing on flower! (two minutes later) Fuck! Sparky, like I told your sister my laptop is NOT for playing on. Stop tweeting for me, my followers don’t understand ferret. God damnit. Kitty, be nice to the sparky. Meow? Sparky stop biting the kitty! Kitty, I take it back.. don’t be nice. Sparky, leave the clothes on my drying rack alone! (two minutes later) I SAID, leave the clothes alone! (three minutes later) FUCKING HELL LEAVE THE CLOTHES ALO...

Ok, I know I’ve been absent for the better part of a few months now. I wrote one blog in all of January and it was barely even funny. I really don’t have an excuse other than I’ve been working through my issues … I’m on medication now and it’s really helped, but I’ve been using all my creative juices for my creative writing class…. And the story I wrote (which I shared in my previous post ) was one that was dear to my heart. It wasn’t the story of my life, but I did pull some details from my own memories. It was a hard journey to undertake and I’m still feeling the after effects. I’m hoping soon I’ll get back into my regular habit of blogging and reading (and commenting) other blogs…. Cuz I miss it! So without further ado…. I was tagged by the wonderful and amazingly funny Sarcasm Goddess …. She asked me some hard questions and I’ve done my best to give you answers that are not only accurate but fucking bizarre as well... I want you to leave here scratching your head, in a good w...

I hope you like it.... this is the story I submitted for my creative writing class. It's not what happened to me personally but it's ...an alternate reality of what might have happened to me after my mum committed suicide. I see this as a "what if"... what if I hadn't had such amazing family that helped and supported me through it... what if I had let myself fall victim to the sadness... what if things had been just slightly different..... so here it is folks.................. *drum roll* She tries to turn her face away as they roll her down the corridor; the bright lights seem more glaring with her tired eyes. If she could only cover her eyes, but the restraints have her hands bound. The pain and sadness within her battles with the embarrassment and humiliation she feels. A single tear breaks free and finally rolls down the side of her face. It tickles her cheek and then pools in her ear; she wishes nothing more at that moment than to be able to wipe i...

I’m going to list other things that are assholes lately.. 1.        The transfer department at my university – what it basically comes down to is even though I have enough credits to be a year ahead of where I am… they won’t allow me to be.. and so I’m now having to take fluff classes this term just to keep my enrollment as full time…. 2.        People who talk on their phones in the washroom – wtf people… seriously? Who does this? Apparently some people or I wouldn’t be making a big deal of it. I just don’t get why people would want others to know they were in the washroom while they were on the phone, and you can’t avoid if I’m peeing in the FUCKING STALL NEXT TO YOU! 3.        Money – it is just always an asshole… there never seems to be enough money… and did you know that fucking food is expensive? I feel like I spend most of my money on food…. Maybe I should just tell every...

I fucking hate being sick. I really fucking hate being sick when I’m on vacation. I survived the holidays…. Just barely. I was able to write about my mum… thanks to The Band for being an outlet for me to express my pain. If you want to read it, it’s here . SO… what’s new with me? Nothing. I’m sick, watching Netflix and not looking forward to being back at school in a week. I’m not making any New Years Resolutions.. because they are worthless anyway. I am just going to try and work harder at feeling better and dealing with my issues. I’m going to get out of bed every day and face the world. I’m going to love every moment I spent with my family and friends. And I’m going to try to be the best person I can be. Hope the rest of you have had a very wonderful holiday and I wish you all the best in the new year!

THEN Before my parents got divorced and therefore before Christmases became awkward…… we used to decorate the Christmas tree as a family. That meant ………tinsel. If you don’t know what tinsel is, it’s the silver stringy shit that people put on their tree to make it look pretty… or IMO to make it look like silver stringy shit threw up on it. fa la la la la ..I look like crap Especially our tree. I swear our mum liked so much tinsel on the tree that you couldn’t even tell there WAS a tree underneath all the tinsel. That’s not even the worst part.. If you can believe it. The worst part was the fact that my mum insisted we put the tinsel on the tree ONE PIECE AT A TIME! Do any of you know how fucking long that takes? I’ll give you a visual…. Tinsel packs usually have like 300 pieces in a pack and my mum liked to put on 2 or 3 boxes. And I’ll say it again.. one at a time. We tried to make it fun… like when my mums back was turned, my dadwould take a whole handful and throw it on. H...

it's like I'm a fucking saint, yo.... helping others be grateful for their own lives just by the simple fact that they don't live my shitstorm of a fucking existence. So..... it's Monday. What does that mean? Well... not much for me cuz I'm done with classes, but I should probably be studying.  Am I? fuck no! .. I'm taking after Noa's science ......... oh.. and thanks to Jen as well for a Monday distraction with listicles.... except my listicle is a little less Christmas Cheer .. and a little more ... fucking balls (that's for you beausaphine ).    I had a final exam on my birthday…. It was bad…. Very bad….on the plus side? The TA’s are going to get a kick out of all the doodles I did on my scratch paper. My eye is swollen AGAIN… last week I had a stye on my lower eyelid… and now the inside of my top eyelid is swollen… I’m thinking my eye is trying to tell me I’m ready for vacation I’ve been fighting a cold for the past few weeks n...