I was just watching the news, and they told a story about a boy named Jordie who lives in one of the areas of the city that I do, isn’t being allowed to play hockey because some dumbshit complained.

I don’t really know anything about hockey, but this little boy is seven. Seven.

From the beginning of the season, he’s been playing for this team. The coach asked the board if it he was able to play for them (because of residency rules; you have to live in the area that you play for, or something) and at first was told no. Then, the told the coach yes and approved the official roster. WITH Jordie’s name on it.

Now some idiotic piece of crap asshole complained about Jordie playing on the team, because of the residency rule,  and  suddenly, he can’t.

He’s been through ten games with this team (I think that’s what they said) and obviously been going to practices. He seems to like playing for them, the coach wants him to play for them, and because of some lameass politics and someone who has nothing better to do with their time, but make ridiculous complaints, he’s not allowed?

I mean, he’s a seven year old kid! He’s not trying to get a spot on the NHL, he’s trying to have a fun time playing on this hockey team.

I would seriously love to scream at the asshat who lodged the complaint. I mean really, how low can you get? What do you gain from it? You upset a little boy, and of course his family. His teammates, and his coach. All for what? I can’t even begin to think of a possible reason that would make that moron’s actions make sense.

It’s people like that are wrong with the world. Them, and my neighbour.

It actually wouldn’t surprise me if it was my neighbour, but I don’t think she’s interested in hockey seeing as she has three little girls, and I couldn’t imagine she’d let them play a sport like that. (Or that they’d want to, they don’t really seem like sporty girls).

So you know, when you reach a point in something (and it really could be anything, a relationship, a job, a project) where you start to think, why the hell should I even bother?

Where you know that despite your most valiant efforts, you’re going to get cut down regardless of what you do. Rejected, insulted or maybe never even noticed. But whatever form it comes in, when you start to realize it’s coming you start to wonder if it’s all actually worth it in the long run.

There are a few things I’m feeling like that about right now.

Unfortunately, I’m way too emotional and I take pretty much every single thing to heart. It’s not that I mean to, but I guess that I’m just built that way (which, I hate saying). I suppose I could always try to change; grow a thicker skin and what not, but it just never seems to work out like that.

There are so many things I wish I had the guts to say to you. Mainly because I’m tired of having regrets and if I said them, I’d have no reason to regret it later and no reason to think about all the what-if’s. But in my mind the outcome has already been constructed (which, of course doesn’t make it true but it’s hard to get around) and I’m sure we all know what that outcome would be.

I just really can’t handle going through something like that again. I’m not really built for that kind of drama and stress. I don’t particularly enjoy conflict.

People need to relax and stop acting like there’s something shoved up their ass all the time. I mean seriously, how do you get off on being a complete jerk to someone for no real reason other than you can’t find anything better to do with your time. I swear this world is made up of people like my neighbour and it feels like they’re all coming out of the woodwork at once.

Okay. Two things.

According to my mum we got the following message on my answering machine:

Do not wash your vehicle in the driveway.

Ten points if you can guess who it’s from. Another ten if you can kindly explain what the hell is shoved up her ass to make her act like such a stupid bitch. I mean really. My dad was washing his car on our property which has nothing to do with her. That’s like me calling and being all, DON’T MAKE BREAKFAST IN YOUR KITCHENNNNN. I mean seriously. Unfortunately my dad deleted the message, but next time she calls with something ridiculous we’re going to save it and report her for harrassment because this is just getting out of hand.

No one visiting us can park in the driveway for more than ten minutes without her throwing a fit. However, her customers can park in her driveway for as long as they want… or the people who were redoing her kitchen or whatever. They can park in the driveway all day. And that’s okay?

I can’t stand this women. I hope she gets a life soon or at the very least moves away.

And two, the internet is down. Watson peed on my modem. So I thought that my modem was busted; it wasn’t connectnig to the internet, but it was lighting up. I thought maybe he just ruined a small part of it, so it couldn’t connect.

I called the internet people and they made me do some tests and then looked into what was up with the DSL light on the modem not going on. He said the line was okay but then after some investigation they found out that the center where we get DSL from was down. He said give it half an hour and it should be back up.

Two hours later, I called back. The lady told me this time that they have to sent a technician out to fix it, so it won’t be up until tomorrow. Probably not until tomorrow night. I asked her if I could still connect via dial-up, and she said I could and gave me the phone number so I could get on.

So right now, I’m using dial-up and I totally forgot how painful it is. I only have ten hours of dial-up too.

It takes ten hours to even go to a site. :/

Hopefully by tomorrow everything will be up and running.

If you really were friends with ZOMG ALL THOSE BAND MEMBERS, then you probably wouldn’t be found posting about very publicly on your MySpace page.

Anyone with half a brain knows better than to do that. It’s one thing if it comes up in conversation or if you’re telling your close friends… but it’s something entirely different when you just feel like you can use it as a bragging right.

Especially when it’s not even true.

Seriously, stop being a lame ass and go lock yourself in your basement.

If you remember the entry a few days ago, where I was ecstatic because someone who deserve to get theirs, was finally coming close to getting it?

Well, there’s so much shit on her I can’t believe it. And she’s so full of shit, that I can’t believe it.

The people who are trying to do something about it (and I’m so glad they are) have made this forum, which outlines just some of the crazy ass stuff that she’s done: the link is really long so click here to go there.

So here’s my question.

She seems to constantly complain about not having money. She needs money for surgery and money for food. Money for rent. Money for her dying father and sick sister.

If that’s the case, why are you dragging you fugly ass online every day (or at least often enough to make an impression on people) then? The internet costs money. Computers, cost money. Sell your computer, cancel your internet (or stop going to an internet cafe and wasting your money there) and get a real job to help yourself and your family.

She’s just a scammer, and therefore none of what she’s saying is true, so that’s not going to happen. And maybe this sounds mean, but I have no sympathy for people who try to mooch off of others when they could just as easily get off their ass and do something about it themselves.

I think that in general, I’m an understanding person and I try to be nice to people and give them the benefit of the doubt. I generally don’t actually wish harm on anyone because I don’t think that cool. Even though there are some people who have hurt me directly, I still don’t wish anything bad on them.

But this girl… she’s just ridiculous scum and I would love to see her rot in hell. I have no idea why I feel so strongly about it, but I do. So, if anyone knows anything let’s help the people who are putting this together out.

How can you hurt so many people and feel okay about it? I don’t understand people who think like that. It’s not okay to hurt people, to steal from them, to scam them… It’s not a hard concept to understand, so why are so many people unable to comprehend it?

The only reassuring thoughts that you can have about people like that, are that some day karma will catch up with them and beat their ass. Rightfully so.

I can’t believe people can be this pathetic and stoop this low. When we posted about it on S-T, I was actually surprised at the number of people who replied saying that they’ve been hurt by her. I’m glad that she can’t run and hide forever.

I forgot to add, that the people who are in charge of it e-mailed us to thank us for posting it on S-T! Which makes me really glad that we did. Spread the word～ε=ε=　(ノ￣▽￣)ノ

I realized that it’s sad how much I talk about work, haha. But for now, that’s all that’s terribly interesting.

But now there’s something I have to talk about before I make another campground related post. According to Ernie, someone is accusing me of taking news from them without giving them credit.

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You know what? Fuck you. Why would I go out of my way to steal news when I can get it myself? No really, why? I don’t trust other people’s translations easily (no offence, but there are a lot of people in the fandom who translate with limited knowledge and using online translators. That’s not a criticism, but I try to make sure I do my best work on S-T). And just really, why would I do that?

People like knowing that they’ve contributed to something. We want S-T to go somewhere, and people like to feel included. Therefore, given the chance, we’re going to include them. Especially when it comes to crediting them. I mean really, I hate when people take stuff from me without giving me credit for it, so why would I do that to someone else?

Does that make sense? No. It doesn’t.

Anyways enough of that bullshit. If people want to be like that, then that’s fine. It’s just so frustrating because I bust my ass over on Shattered-Tranquility. I really do. You should see my poor computer and all it’s hooked-up-ness to mail magazines, OHP’s, feeds and so on and so forth. It’s like, you do all this work for what? People calling you a thief and a liar. Which is fine if you are, but I’m not. :/

I hope Ernie writes back. But maybe it’s best if he doesn’t. I hate drama.

Oh my goodness. Today was definitely an ‘August-y’ day at the campground.

It’s not that there were a lot of really weird people, but it just had that vibe of ‘wtf-ness’ going around. I don’t know how to explain it. I’m making two posts. Because this story deserves it’s own.

But I can start with a story of something that did happen which made me livid. If you haven’t realized, I like the word livid. It’s funy to say and usually when I use it it’s the ‘I’m shaking because I’m so anxious and angry’ sort of feeling.

So yes. I had this lady call and we have a conversation that’s similar to this.

Me: Campground!
Her: What is your policy on pets? What are your restrictions?
Me: Well, what are you camping with?
Her: That’s not what I asked. What is your policy on pets?
Me: … the pet policy depends on the type of unit you come camping with.
Her: Oh okay. We have a class A motorhome. We’re looking at coming in September.
Me: Oh okay. As long as you clean up after them, keep them on a leash and do not leave them unattended, it shouldn’t be a problem.
Her: So your pet restrictions are for cabins?
Me: Yes, we don’t allow any pets inside cabins for allgery reasons and to keep them clean. We also don’t allow pets on tent sites because we’ve had trouble with people leaving their animals outside all day long, alone.
Her: Oh I understand that.

… okay, seems decent so far, right? THEN she goes on this long speech about what our ad in Trailer Life says and how we should change it and how usually it means breed restrictions. We do have breed restrictions, which I should have included in the beginning, but I didn’t. Yes, that’s my fault.

Me: Well, for breeds we don’t accept Pitbulls or Dobermen.
Her: You didn’t say that before.
Me: Honestly, you’re coming in September and it’s not exactly an issue then. The part is very quiet and there aren’t many (if any) children around.
Her: Well it shouldn’t matter what time of year it’s at.

Okay, cut to her CHEWING ME OUT FOR LIKE FIVE MINUTES over how it’s not the breed of dog, it’s unsupervised children. I wish I interrupted her and said something because in general, I AGREE but come on. We’re a family campground and if ONE bad thing happened we’d be screwed. I own a dog, I feel for her! I absolutely love dogs and I always have! She even said she doesn’t have any of those types of dogs, so what does it matter? She was honestly yelling at me over it. I tried to be like, yeah I understand where you’re coming from, but she kept cutting me off.

Then she finishes off with a bitchy, “Well, because of your breed rules we can’t stay there”. Or something.

Okay if you have a problem with it, I understand. But that’s not something you have to take up with me. Did you ask if I was management? No. So what do you think telling me is going to accomplish? Do you really think I’m going report to my boss that some stuck up lady flipped shit because we don’t allow certain breeds which are notorious for attacking people and we have a campground FILLED WITH LITTLE CHILDREN? NO.

I AM NOT.

I HAVE COMMON SENSE.

YOU APPARENTLY DO NOT.

Okay now I feel better.