Fuck.
78 dollars. OUT THE WINDOW. I fuckin’ hate my bank. I check online every time I make a purchase to make sure I have enough money. Turns out my bank didn’t want to tell me I had no money, so when I used my debit card three times this week, they charge me. God dammmmmit. I fuckin work hard (well not really) to get that money. That’s like 10 hours of my life I’ve wasted. I want to start a new bank. Why would you charge people for not having any money.
God damn I’m so enraged. And I don’t give a fuck if it’s “all my fault.”
apparently, we’re jewish pirates.
New gadgets!!
My boyfriend gave me a iPod touch. I’m in love again. :) he’s the greatest.
Something To Blog About
So, I attempt to sell my books online. So far, this process has gone quite smoothly, until yesterday.
I sold my First Aid book over Half.com this week. This book was set at $10. It was bought by a lady I’ll nickname “SJ.” This email conversation took place over a three hour period starting around noon:
SJ: When did you send the item? I need it as soon as possible.
Me: I just sent it. I am updating the tracking information now
SJ: (an hour later) Yes, well, I needed to change the shipping to priority since I found out this morning that today was the last day you could ship it and that now you decided to ship it at the last second. Is it too late for you to go back and pick up the package and cancel my order then?
Me: (I was away from my computer the rest of the night so I didn’t respond to my email until this morning) Of course it’s too late to cancel the order now. It is already on it’s way. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.
What the frick, lady?! Because I shipped it when I was suppose to you don’t want it anymore?! Why did you NEED to change the shipping? It was still going to get to you in the same amount of time anyway! This book is available at ANY bookstore and you chose to get it online for maybe 10 bucks cheaper. If you JUST found out the last day to ship, then what’s the big deal? If a date next month was the last day to ship, you wouldn’t have known either. And believe me, having this book is not important. GAH! Am I in the wrong? Or is this lady insane?
I don’t think I can keep selling books on this website…and not to mention I paid 30 bucks to have two books shipped and only got reimbursed 5 bucks from the site for shipping. I don’t even understand that. Whatever.
(via icanread)
IHOP Pancake Stacker
A layer of cheesecake filling sandwiched between two buttermilk pancakes smothered in strawberry, blueberry or cinnamon apple compote and syrup topped with whipped cream.
(submitted by VMS via The AP)
Gallucci...After Dark
- Tool: Cops be patrolin'!
- Me: Yeah, well, don't do anything stupid.
- Tool: Like what?
- Me: Like talking to me. At all.
- Tool: Ha. I'll have a whole conversation right now!
- Me: Not with me. Walk through the door please.
Lookin' like a fool...
- Old Woman: Look at that boy's pants. They are all the way down there!
- Old Man: That's nothing!
- Old Woman: What happens when a girl sees them?!
- Old Man: Oh my.
On plans, cats, and crashes
So, I don’t really have a plan if I don’t get into Surgical Assisting. Really, someone with a 3.0+ should be able to get whatever lame tech degree they want (COUGH AKRON COUGH.) But, I figured out my schedule if I do get in. Wishful thinking?
If I don’t get in, well…I just don’t want to think about it… :(
In other news, there has been this really strange sound coming from the alley all day. At first, I thought it was an annoying ghetto kid. Then I thought it was a bird. Now, I think it’s a cat. Like one in pain. Do cats make un-cat-like noises if they are in heat? Maybe it’s attempting to give birth?
In other other news, there was a car crash right at the end of the alley yesterday afternoon. Somehow, a minivan got flipped upside down in a head-on collision with a sedan. I am still baffled how it happened! The speed limit is 25 and the streets are narrow, with cars parked on the side. And there are stop signs at every intersection. It was gruesome, but I need an explanation!
Andddd that’s all I got.
This is a really cool site. It always has up-to-date gas prices in the Akron area. The link I posted shows a graph of how the price of gas has changed over the past years. Really interesting stuff…if you are someone like me. Bon appetit?
This is a pretty long article. Here’s an excerpt. If you are interested in continuing, just click the link.
Thursday, Apr. 22, 2010
The Pill at 50: Sex, Freedom and Paradox
By Nancy Gibbs
There’s no such thing as the Car or the Shoe or the Laundry Soap. But everyone knows the Pill, whose FDA approval 50 years ago rearranged the furniture of human relations in ways that we’ve argued about ever since.
Consider the contradictions: It was the first medicine ever designed to be taken regularly by people who were not sick. Its main inventor was a conservative Catholic who was looking for a treatment for infertility and instead found a guarantee of it. It was blamed for unleashing the sexual revolution among suddenly swinging singles, despite the fact that throughout the 1960s, women usually had to be married to get it. Its supporters hoped it would strengthen marriage by easing the strain of unwanted children; its critics still charge that the Pill gave rise to promiscuity, adultery and the breakdown of the family. In 1999 the Economist named it the most important scientific advance of the 20th century, but Gloria Steinem, one of the era’s most influential feminists, calls its impact “overrated.” One of the world’s largest studies of the Pill — 46,000 women followed for nearly 40 years — was released this March. It found that women who take the Pill are less likely to die prematurely from any cause, including cancer and heart disease, yet many women still question whether the health risks outweigh the benefits. (See “The Year in Health 2009.”)
Maybe it’s the nature of icons to be both worshipped and stoned, laden with symbolic value beyond their proportions. Because the Pill arrived at a moment of epochal social change, it became a handy explanation for the inexplicable. The 1950s felt so safe and smug, the ’60s so raw and raucous, the revolutions stacked one on top of another, in race relations, gender roles, generational conflict, the clash of church and state — so many values and vanities tossed on the bonfire, and no one had a concordance to explain why it was all happening at once. Thus did Woodstock, caked in muddy legend, become much more than a concert, and leaders become martyrs, and the pill become the Pill, the means by which women untied their aprons, scooped up their ambitions and marched eagerly into the new age.
That age has seen changes in social behavior that continue to accelerate. In 1960 the typical American woman had 3.6 children; by 1980 the number had dropped below 2. For the first time, more women identified themselves as workers than as homemakers. “There is a straight line between the Pill and the changes in family structure we now see,” says National Organization for Women (NOW) president Terry O’Neill, “with 22% of women earning more than their husbands. In 1970, 70% of women with children under 6 were at home; 30% worked. Now that’s roughly reversed.” (See TIME’s special on the state of the American woman.)
Today more than 100 million women around the world start their day with this tiny tablet. So small. So powerful. But in surprising ways, so misunderstood.
Third Week of the Month
Judging by the calendar, it’s time for Amy’s monthly call to bring her down to dirt level. One more year. Can I wait one more year?
What’s stopping me from totally cutting myself off from those people that gave me birth and a low self esteem. I feel like my life could be a Lifetime movie.
I have nothing else to say to not make myself feel like a blubbering idiot.
Why was I born here? Into this family that doesn’t care about my wants.
I should have ran away.
