BLOG BY: TRISH

god my mother is freaking unbelievable.

so, i've been working at school... its a crappy job and i dont get payed a lot, but whatever. my mom expects me to give her half my paycheck, like my brother did when he was younger. my sisters never did that though. anyways, whatever right? she's my mom and if that's what she wants then fine. take the damned money, i dont give a shit. so i give her half. the last three weeks ive been flaky about turning in my timecards lol so everything is really behind... and shes been yelling about it.

this morning she found a fat wad of cash in my purse. so now she thinks ive been asking my friends to cash my checks for me and keeping the money for myself while lying to her. no mom. i did a website. that's how i got the money. and i already fucking told her that i wouldnt share the money i got from webdesigning because i work so freaking hard to get it. it's mine. she never thinks about these things... and yknow what i was going to give her some of it to help with the moving expenses.

but she doesnt wanna listen to anyone. she just makes these assumptions, and starts screaming. and if you try to tell her what really happened, she just wont believe you. i fucking told her already that i was doing a website for someone. does she remember? no. she never remembers anything that makes you right and her wrong. convenient, isnt it? so i was like.. fuck it, believe what you want. i just didnt even wanna argue anymore. and shes like "i cant believe you could ever be like that!"

as far as i'm concerned, i shouldnt have ever given her my money in the first place so shes fuckin lucky i gave her any at all.

can you people stop telling your friends to IM me if they want xanga help?

please. stop. i dont even have time to work on my own sites, much less someone elses.

BLOG BY: TRISH

sara, sara, sara. you may not care about the reputation you've built for yourself, but no one is just going to forget. dumbass. so stop blaming me when people jump at the slightest notion of unoriginality. maybe you've "grown up" from it (i dont think you have) but again.... everyone still remembers. so give us a reason to think better of you. because so far... i still view you has an untalented, unoriginal wannabe that takes credit for everyone elses conceptual creativity. but that's just me. other people have their own opinions of you... most are similar to mine. and i had nothing to do with that. so bite me. (notice i said "bite me" not "bite my ideas like a little retard")

now i will acknowledge that, for a time, your designs were original... allbeit they sucked ass, but they were yours. but i dont believe it was because you grew up and learned from your mistakes... because i know that you never thought you ever did anything wrong. but you stopped jocking off other peoples ideas so people would get off your back.

you never learned a thing.

now maybe im wrong.. im ready to admit that this is just speculation on my part, but these obversations were made based upon your actions and the bullshit you've said and did in the past.

now with the "sicker than sick" title.... i said i didnt care about it, and i acknowledge that its a sort of weak argument. but i was reiterating the opinions of other people since you were having a hard time grasping it. please learn how to read and argue accordingly because that entire first two paragraphs you posted in our comments was really damned annoying.

BLOG BY: TRISH

sara....no sara. no dear.

Sara... this is God. Stop the bullshit.

http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=retr0glamour

no.

edit:// whoops, sorry about that, folks. i thought you guys might be able to differentiate between my posts and rox's since we both have completely different writing styles and uses of language. this blog is by trish. im sure rox has a lot of things to rant about but hasnt had the time to post, so try to be patient, lol.

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rofl. one typo does not make me a hypocrite. i said 'try' didn't i? either way, my first language is vietnamese, and my second is french. i just learned english 5 years ago, so i think i can afford a typo or two and still hold myself at a higher level than the rest of the kids on xanga who insist on tipyn lyk dys, cuz itz lyk c00l n sh1z. diz aynt ingl1sh clash, h0mi3z!!!

do you guys actually expect us to read that crap?

anyways, on to my next rant... and this one actually has nothing to do with the people i see on the internet.

work sucks. work sucks a lot of dak dak. i'm currently employed as a work-study at my college, in the international student services department. my boss is the dean of admissions. my secondary bosses are the two women that work there as advisors. and i swear to god... if i get asked if theres "anything i should be doing" when im sitting there CLEARLY doing my work, im going to stab someone. the first two times were like... "okay..maybe they just didnt see the big ass pile of shit im sitting here alphabetizing, or the 6 page spreadsheet of data im compiling.. no big deal." but after the 20th time it's like... "get off my back."

and i've been sick all month; in and out of the hospital, and they wonder why i get in such a bad mood when they do this. because i work really hard there, even though i feel like shit every day, and im constantly pushing myself way over my physical limit, and they still have the nerve to imply that im not doing anything. i think i can actually say that most days, im working more than MaryAnne(one of my bosses) because most of the time shes sitting there complaining, eating, or doing her goddamn homework for whatever class she's taking (which is unrelated to work).

the other day, this lady came in who could only speak creole. maryanne was out on her lunch break. amy (the other boss) can only speak english. so i had to advise this lady myself (mind you, that isn't my job. at all.) and creole is not french. it's very similar, but i couldnt understand a lot of what she was saying. but i got through it. when maryanne came back, she basically kicked me off the case. i was standing there in case something needed to be interpreted, and she fuckin had the nerve to yell at me and tell me to go away because "i was making her nervous." then she started screaming her head off because she couldnt understand wtf this lady was asking her, and amy ended up telling me to take care of it instead.

oh and half my damned paycheck is spent on the gas it takes to drive down there and back. fuckin a.