work; toys; artbook; jackhole drama
May. 24th, 2005 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amezriWork was blah. Had a short day today. Don't really know what to do with myself. I liked it when I had a huge project to work on last week because now I'm just sort of... bored.
Hmm. so Monday night is SG1 night on SciFi. "Prodigy" was on and wow... could O'Neill be a bigger General Ryan fanboy? His eyes glazed over and everything. Heh. Cadet Haley was pretty damn annoying.
Nifty toy from ThinkGeek: Water powered clock
Worked on my artbook and prints tonight. Got everything cut out and ready to be matted and made into books. Go me! Now I just need to cut the backer boards for the mattes and then... uh.. make six copies of the book. Ambitious? Oh, no, not me. *facepalm*
And it's been too quiet, so of course there is jackhole drama. He's been plotting to buy a condo in Flushing (or somewhere down there) for awhile and I guess he's finally gone and done it. In fact, he somehow suckered his elderly parents to send him $20,000. It seems that he told them that he was living in a terrible neighborhood where there were a lot of black people (his parents hate/fear blacks) and he lives in a tiny, dirty apartment and boo hoo it's so terrible. Uhm. Right. He lives, from what I've heard from people who've been, in a pretty decent neighborhood in Flushing and has a nice apartment.
He called earlier this evening to tell me that he's expecting Registered Mail this week and that when it comes to have my mother bring it to him when she goes to the city on Thursday. Didn't say what it was or who it was from and he sounded a little high. The only reason I knew about the money was because his parents called and thought I was my mother so started telling me about. When I interrupted them and identified myself, my grandmother got sort of quiet and I could hear my grandfather in the background going "Aiya!!" in a sort of "oh crap, she's not supposed to know" tone. Then they asked where my brother was. When I said he was out, they got all aggressive asking where he went and if he went out with friends and if he's doing well in school. And hey, my parents are fighting a lot because my brother is always going out aren't they? UHM. NO. WTF? What the hell has my father been telling them. Cripes.
They called back later to talk to my mother and there was some bullshit about how she should kick us out of the house and force us to live on our own and I'm never going to get married if I don't make friends and have a boyfriend. I'm going to end up an old, unmarriable maid. Oh, right, and that was when my mother was told that my father lies to her about having a nice place and that he really lives in a pit in the city and has no money. Ha. Hahaha. HA HA. Please. He lies to us about living in a dump when he really lives in a pretty decent place and let's not even talk about the money he has that he's hiding from us because he can't bear the thought of spending it on things like taxes and bills, and, oh, my brother's tuition. There was also some crap about how she was glad to give him $20,000 because he has the biggest heart out of all her sons and blah, blah, blah.
My father's side of the family pains me.
Hmm. so Monday night is SG1 night on SciFi. "Prodigy" was on and wow... could O'Neill be a bigger General Ryan fanboy? His eyes glazed over and everything. Heh. Cadet Haley was pretty damn annoying.
Nifty toy from ThinkGeek: Water powered clock
Worked on my artbook and prints tonight. Got everything cut out and ready to be matted and made into books. Go me! Now I just need to cut the backer boards for the mattes and then... uh.. make six copies of the book. Ambitious? Oh, no, not me. *facepalm*
And it's been too quiet, so of course there is jackhole drama. He's been plotting to buy a condo in Flushing (or somewhere down there) for awhile and I guess he's finally gone and done it. In fact, he somehow suckered his elderly parents to send him $20,000. It seems that he told them that he was living in a terrible neighborhood where there were a lot of black people (his parents hate/fear blacks) and he lives in a tiny, dirty apartment and boo hoo it's so terrible. Uhm. Right. He lives, from what I've heard from people who've been, in a pretty decent neighborhood in Flushing and has a nice apartment.
He called earlier this evening to tell me that he's expecting Registered Mail this week and that when it comes to have my mother bring it to him when she goes to the city on Thursday. Didn't say what it was or who it was from and he sounded a little high. The only reason I knew about the money was because his parents called and thought I was my mother so started telling me about. When I interrupted them and identified myself, my grandmother got sort of quiet and I could hear my grandfather in the background going "Aiya!!" in a sort of "oh crap, she's not supposed to know" tone. Then they asked where my brother was. When I said he was out, they got all aggressive asking where he went and if he went out with friends and if he's doing well in school. And hey, my parents are fighting a lot because my brother is always going out aren't they? UHM. NO. WTF? What the hell has my father been telling them. Cripes.
They called back later to talk to my mother and there was some bullshit about how she should kick us out of the house and force us to live on our own and I'm never going to get married if I don't make friends and have a boyfriend. I'm going to end up an old, unmarriable maid. Oh, right, and that was when my mother was told that my father lies to her about having a nice place and that he really lives in a pit in the city and has no money. Ha. Hahaha. HA HA. Please. He lies to us about living in a dump when he really lives in a pretty decent place and let's not even talk about the money he has that he's hiding from us because he can't bear the thought of spending it on things like taxes and bills, and, oh, my brother's tuition. There was also some crap about how she was glad to give him $20,000 because he has the biggest heart out of all her sons and blah, blah, blah.
My father's side of the family pains me.
