so i've been bored off my ass for the past week since i'm obviously way too intelligent to be going to this fucking school. it's fucking awful that i'm a couple of quarters away from getting a fucking bfa and i have yet to really be challenged. i realize that i've dropped a lot of classes because of stress, but it's certainly not any sort of intellectual stress. jesus christ.
er... anyways, due to this boredom i've been lj/forum whoring and found a woman in the atl area adopting out (6!) hermit crabs. 5 ecuadorians and 1 purple pincher.
you know i jumped all over that shit. especially since edward has been the lone ecuadorian for two months now. and i fucking love exotics because of their cute little eyes!!! so we talked and i told her of my setup and qualifications and then didn't hear from her for two days, all the while thinking that she changed her mind about adopting them out (she's adopting them out because she bought some for her son and he decided he didn't want them because he wanted some with painted shells, and maybe he had changed his mind and saw their coolness)
but i got an email today during intermediate type and she said i could have them!!!!!!! i'm about to double my crab family! i really am building a crabby army.
they're all tiny though, they're all between the size of edward and arly. which i suppose is better than them being the size of rupert and lentil.
yay!!!!! (v) ii (v)
(i swear, when i get my ipod, it will have happy crab on the back of it)
in other news, i'm getting a new ibook to replace my beloved clamshell (<3) and i'm hoping to sneak in an ipod, because i obviously desperately need an ipod. i'm also hoping to upgrade my pc video card/hdd and by a large format printer. i got a loan for "educational purposes". and yes, these are technically educational since if i have to spend 15 more minutes in kinkos arguing about their inability to correctly print something tabloid on the fiery i'll drop out of school.
today kelly and i had an ice cream date and went to the park. of course, it was 3, so there were kids there. i knew this was going to happen before we even got there, but i figured that we could swing a bit and then leave, no harm done.
so we're at the park, kelly still eating her ice cream and me laying claim to a swing. my hands are on the chains, my knee's about to make contact with the rubber seat, when i look down and some little girl had magically appeared in my swing.
now, i realize that i'm a 21 year old going to a park to swing in the middle of the afternoon and that parks are places for children and all that bullshit, but excuse me? when was it ever acceptable to steal a swing from someone? i can understand if i hadn't been holding onto the chains of the fucking swing at the time, but fucking christ.
so i stare down at the cuntling, completely bewildered and then let go and back away, shooting it nasty look and searching for its mother, so that i could tell her that her little brat stole my swing. oh and i see mommy, walking around the push the swing for the little usurper.
i. am. appalled.
what a way to teach your cunt loaf not to steal, you piece of shit.
so i loudly comment on how fucked up that is, and kelly and i sit on the bench and discuss random drama until two swings open up next to the cunt that stole my swing. so, kelly and i talk about what we usually talk about, you know... stuff that 3 year old girls shouldn't hear, and make no move to censor ourselves. generally, if i'm around small children, i do tend to avoid saying extremely offensive things, but i really didn't care at this point.
after many a "cunt" and "molest" and "what the fuck?" the thieves vacate the swing area and go play in the sand pit or something.
i have such high hopes for people having some common decency. it's great when that little shred of hope is fucking ripped away from me by some selfish brat and her ignorant mother.
Congratulation! You win the "Coolest Friend of the Day" award.
One of the best things about living intown instead of the burbs is that there are so few kids around here. I'm so use to it that it is quite a shock when I visit friends in the burbs and we go out to eat and I have to put up with gangs of snotbag children yelling and running around.
age limits on swings is fucking retarded! i've never heard of such. our parks here are open until midnight, so obviously there aren't age limits.
and i'll have you know that my knee was about to touch the seat, that counts as sitting! i dunno where the fuck that cunt loaf came from, nor how it wormed its way between my knee and the swing.
if that's the case on the blooming kid rule... then pushing the little brat out of the seat still is legal.. if that is that kid's rules do still apply.
normally, if that had happened to me... I would have snarled at the kid and scared it off. Then blantently ignore the stupid lame mother.
I feel your pain over the whole swing thing. A few months ago, the same thing happened to me when I was about to get on a spinny cup at a park in Montgomery. And if you don't know what a spinny cup is, you should- it's a god among mortals as far as playground equipment is concerned. Anyway, I was clearly making a beeline for an open spinny cup, my ass was almost touching the plastic, when this little boy runs up out of nowhere, plops down ahead of me, looks up at me and grins. I wanted desperately to strangle the little bastard, but not badly enough to go to jail. *heh*
i don't see how park automatically equals kids park. the park in question has a sandpit, and two plastic "fort"like things with slides and stuff, but it also has (adult) tennis courts and basketball courts and a vacant field used mostly for soccer. the swings are in a separate area from the kid's equipment and the adult's areas, so i figure it's neutral ground.