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Added xamisafag.htm to the Messenger Mayhem section, because Xam is a fag.
My grandma must be a ninja, because today she totally flipped out and bitched at me for like an hour, and didn't even think twice about it. That's what I call REAL Ultimate Bitchiness!!!!! I feel like wailing on my guitar now.
I'm not completely sure what it is she was going off on me for. First she asked me what I did today. I said not a whole lot of anything, since the only reason I stayed home today was to help my grandfather finish some roof project, but he ended up not wanting to do it after I sat around waiting for him to say he was ready. Then she asked if I had bought my books and payed my tuition for school yet. I said I was going to do that tonight on the internet. Then she picked up a discarded paper towel (which I had earlier used to wrap my sandwich in) and said I was living in filth, and asked when I was going to clean everything. I am constantly cleaning this damn room. If I was the only person here, it'd be a snap. But my brother just litters and doesn't do much else, and Jason is the most unsanitary cretin I have ever come across. So, naturally, I can't keep the room spotless all the time.
Then she said I needed to help out around the house more, and that I should be out looking for a job. That's funny. Last time I wanted to go out looking for a job, I couldn't because I had to help out around the house. And now that I have a temporary job (working for my former employer on a project), I can't do it because I'm stuck here all the time, and I'm probably about to get fired again. Maybe if I wasn't stuck here doing jack shit and getting bitched at, I'd be making money. Just a guess.
After that she went on to say how lazy I am and that I'm worthless, and I'll probably amount to nothing because, according to her, I'm trying my best to stay out of school and work. Then, with no transition, she started ranting about my brother, saying he's too much of a loner, and that he has no friends he associates with because he's a "weirdo." My brother was in the room at the time, and she didn't really seem to care. She asked him if he had done his homework. "Yes." She asked if he had any tests coming up. "No." Then she said that something is wrong with him, because he won't carry on a conversation; all he says is one or two words. Gee, wonder why? Honestly, who reponds to a yes or no question with just one word? He must be some kind of "weirdo." What a fucking bitch.
An hour or two prior to typing this I was ordering my college text books online and checking on my scholarship status. During that time she came in and saw me on Jason's computer and said, "There you go again, playing games on that darn computer instead of getting things done." This book store shopping cart has some amazing 3d graphics, dude.
After that I went out to finish raking leaves. She came out a few minutes after that, grabbed a rake and started bitching about how she should be cooking dinner and didn't have time to rake leaves. THEN DON'T RAKE THE FUCKING LEAVES, BITCH!!! Honestly, what the fuck? She never does yard work. It's like she just started doing it suddenly just to have something else to bitch about. I don't fucking get it. All I know is I need a job so I can move out of here. Hmm, maybe that's what's she's trying to do: piss me off so I want to move out. Well, mission accomplished, bitch.
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Added pissed.htm to the Messenger Mayhem section.
I apologize for the lack of updates lately. I've been very busy with looking for work, registering for classes, doing some home improvement, and...who the hell am I kidding. I've been playing Counter-Strike.
I started playing this game last year when Jason introduced me to it. For a while, the only way I'd get a kill would be by some miracle. One time I shot a whole clip from the AK-47 on a guy who was AFK and didn't even hit him once. My aim was horrible and my tactics involved running around the level until I got shot, or until I found some unsuspecting person to shoot at. I rarely actually shot them, but I'd shoot at them.
I eventually got better. Jason taught me some basic stuff like pistol strafing, lining up shots, recoil control, walking, etc. Also improved my aim and reflexes. Then I started playing on his clan server. At this point, I've been playing for about three weeks straight - almost non-stop. I can long-range with the deagle better than most people can with the AWP. I still kind of suck with autos, though. Hopefully I'll be able to remedy that within a week when I start doing scrimmages with a new team. These guys are badass. They're from different clans but they scrim together and kick all kinds of ass. I have no idea why they want me to play with them. I just got invited to ring in a scrim one day and they've been asking me to play since then. I didn't even do that great. I get a bunch of kills in the first round when everyone has pistoles but after that I get wrecked. Must be my mad trash talking skills.
In other news, Craig is paying me to work on a website for him.
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