Rants from a Cynical Raven











Life is fun. One would assume that a day off meant a “day off” but not for this little Raven. On Wednesday I woke up earlier than normal to pick up the house keeper, who is subbing for the other house keeper, and take her back to my mother’s house so she can…..house keep. Instead of doing something sane like trying to go back to bed, I decided that Thursday would be the day to sleep in and today would be the day for doing!! Yes! So I picked up my new glasses (after waiting 20 – 25 minutes for the guy to find them cause he ‘misplaced’ them), got an oil change (which turned into new windshield wipers, oil change, flush, brake fluid etc etc) The mechanic was amazed that my car was doing so well, on account of I haven’t had my car checked/oil changed in over 4 years. GO TOYOTA!!

After I went to Ralph’s (for all you in other states “Ralph’s” is also known as “Kroger” don’t ask me why, it just is) and apparently it was “Old people in cars that are too big for them” hour. Literally every car in the parking lot was either a large SUV or a truck and everyone of the people driving them were old women that were shorter than me. Mind you, I’m 5’1″ and -I- was finding it difficult to even figure out how -I- could climb into one of those trucks. This one old woman was just sitting in her giant ass truck blocking the entire entrance/exit for other cars, just sitting there driving the rest of us nuts trying to figure out what the fuck she was doing. I finally slammed my car into reverse and just found a parking spot across the way. I parked, got out of my car, and reached the market before the old woman even moved her truck up a few feet. SIIIIIIGH. Anyways! I got the grocery shopping done for the fam, and good times were had by all! I could finally rest!

JUST KIDDING!! Had you fooled didn’t I? No, once I got home I was about to settle in and play some Final Fantasy 13 when my mom tells me that the house keeper is going back home today…not later in the week like I originally thought. So, just as I’m leaving I get told that there’s an accident on the main route to the trolley station, gotta take the long way around =D So she’s dropped off fine and all that and when I got home I made dinner for the family, served it, and cleaned up after. Then, finally, I got some sleep.

Dawn of the day from Hell. So I get woken up early by my mother, my dad is sick, she’s sick, and I need to go to Walgreens to save them from the peril of being sick!! So at 6:30 in the morning this little Raven is flying to Walgreens to grab meds and things unspeakable. When I get back it’s the start of a day of horror, as I stayed up with my father to help him, made my mother breakfast and brought it to her in her room. My sister was at Disneyland so I had no help what-so-ever. Not her fault, not like she planned it, but jeebus man!! What a day to be gone! So I’d say 7 or 8 hours into my “taking care of dad” watch a friend of mine stopped by, we’ll call her Vin, and brought me ramune and my father some very fantastic Aloe drink. She made my freaking day I got to have a nice little break and we watched Sherlock Holmes together. Vin, I love you!

In other news, my ex has been contacting me lately. I’m not sure how I feel about this, I should be anger ridden and wishing death upon him, but I’m just so tired of it all. I’ve come to just read the messages and let it be, honestly. It takes so much less energy, and I need all the energy I can get since I really don’t have days off. All my days off are spent helping the family, you know? I’m just really tired. HUZZAH FOR EMO POSTS ABOUT SLEEP!!

Honestly that’s about all that’s happened in the past couple of days, besides the regular stupidity at work (why can’t I use two coupons together?!?! “Cause it says cannot combine with other offer” SO WHY CAN’T I USE IT?!), things have been going well. I’m going back to college this summer! More on that later, until then, go cut yourself emo kid.

LOOOOOVVEEE YOOOOU

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So yesterday signaled the end of a stupid process to which my ex was the result. You see, back when we were living together I used to buy points for my X on Xbox Live (see what I did there?) and I guess when I left him (which I did in a hurry) I left my credit card number stored in the Xbox. Lo and behold a few months later I notice charges on my credit account for Live Points I didn’t buy. Begin the stupid process of calling my bank, having the card stopped, destroyed, and petitioning for the charges to be reversed. Honestly my bank is pretty awesome about that stuff and it didn’t feel like pulling teeth to talk with them; over all nice people.

However…since I’m a cynical and vindictive bitch, getting my money back wasn’t enough. You don’t treat me like crap and then steal my credit card, sorry. So I called up Microsoft to tell them my problem, and honestly all I asked was that my credit card be removed from his Xbox. Not only did they remove the card, they banned his account. So needless to say that day ended SO well.

My mom, sister and I went out to this awesome restaurant called “Antique Row” yesterday as well. While I was having myself an nice pasta I noticed this staring at me from across the booth made my freaking day.

So my good friend, we’ll call him Dr. Sweet, has studied for AGES in Cosmetology and as a result, he is the only person I will even let touch my hair. I got myself a haircut yesterday, and I love me some awesome hair. the man is a freaking genius with hair, I don’t care what anyone says.

Any how, as I’m driving home I decided to stop at my local 24/hr pharmacy to grab some hair dye and left with hair dye + scooby snacks. I love me some Scooby!! As I am having the cornucopia of processed fruit flavor in my mouth I noticed the back of the fruit packet had a warning label. Yes, there’s a warning label for fruit snacks now. OUR CHILDREN AREN’T SAFE!! THAT OR THEY’RE JUST STUPID!!! Honestly!! What are parents teaching kids these days that we need warning labels on our fruit snacks? I blame the parents entirely for this label. You hear that American parents? I’m looking at you!

Skip ahead, skip ahead…I woke up a little before 6 this morning, I was taking my dad into the Military Hospital to have a port put into him so they can readily administer his meds right into the lung for his Chemotherapy. I don’t know about you, but I want to go to a Military Hospital when I’m sick, these people are amazing. I have never been to a hospital or had a doctor that was as nice, informative, and accommodating as the folks down at the MH. It was raining down here when I went, for those of you who do not live in Southern California, rain is a rare sight and I enjoy it greatly. Most of the rest of “So-Cal” does not agree with me. It seems that all you need is one drop of water on your windshield and the entire community has a collective spaz attack. OH GOD THERE’S WATER FALLING FROM THE SKY!! HEAVEN MUST HAVE A PLUMBING PROBLEM!! QUICK!! WE MUST APPEASE THE PLUMBING LORDS BY SLAMMING INTO EACH OTHER AND DRIVING FRANTICALLY ON THE FREEWAY!!! The rain also brings out the snails….This little guy was taking up that whole side of the bench!! Bench hog…anyhow…

So after about 2 1/2 hours my dad comes out of surgery hopped up on all kinds of morphine. He’s singing to himself and saying things like “…..let’s get on a plane”  “lol wat?”   “a plane, let’s get on one, you have your passport?”  “sorry dad, don’t usually keep it on me”  “damn!” Now…where we would have gone, who knows! Who cares!? OFF TO ADVENTURE!! Ahem, so anyways, my dad is home safe and sound with a few more cables inside him that he didn’t have before. His assimilation is almost complete! The Borg ship is coming!!

All in all I’ve been ok the past 2 days, I’ve been keeping up with Final Fantasy 13, and honestly I’m still not impressed. It’s entertaining, but it’s not the staple of the series, nor are the mechanics what I think they should be. Once I beat the game I’ll do a video review and you can hear all about my ranting on it then, like I know you want to. You’re mad about me aren’t you?



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