The Aftermath

An hour before the funeral Dad took my flashdrive, some blank DVD's and his laptop with the video on it to Best Buy.

Even THEY couldn't get the DVD to work.

In the end we had it play on his laptop.

So everything worked out.

It was just fucking hell getting to that point. ><

Still feeling sick. =/ But will be back at school tomorrow.

I hate life. =D

ily.

Hi.

My name is Ashley.

I just spent all of my Friday working, then scanning 50+ pictures onto the computer.

Saturday I skipped eating and spent all day editing and restoring all 50+ pictures.

Then I started to work on putting them into a video.

After making it the correct length (simply by copying and pasteing the 50+ pictures and transitions over again until it reached 2 hours) my Dad told me he didn't want a certain part in anymore so I spent an hour and a half taking that part out (it took so long because the computer was starting to lag).

Then I thought all I needed to do was rip the music from the CD's my aunts gave my Dad, along with a list of my Grandma's favorite songs on the CD's.

There were 6 songs total. 4 of which weren't there because the CD's weren't in their cases when they were given to my Dad.

So then I spent another 3 hours looking for music.

Then another 2 hours putting that together.

When I'm finally done the computer decides that it doesn't want to finalize the video so I can save it to a CD.

So I restarted the computer and then opened the program back up again.

Now it's decided it just doesn't want to open the file period.

It's 3:30.

The video was for my Grandmother's funeral which is at 1 or 2 tomorrow. I can't remember anymore.

I have 2 research papers, 4 quizzes and math to catch up on Sunday and Monday which I probably won't be able to do either.

I've got a backache, headache, I'm shaking, nauseated and feeling faint from starvation and exhaustion.

I'm too fucking tired and sick to cry anymore. I'll be lucky it I can hold myself together or even get out of bed to go to the funeral.

........

I was going to rant about my emotional problems to try and get things off of my chest but then I remembered you're not my therapists so I'm just posting this smiley face instead.

=D

Yay...

ily.

It Has Been Two Weeks Of...

A worrying hell fueled with pent up rage and an overwhelming feeling of helplessness that was then spat out and released by a series of snappy comments and heavy sarcasm.

But no one could probably tell that.

Super Bowl Sunday!!

I'm making brownies! =)

ily.

Nordonia: Just Filled With Words of Wisdom

"What are you doing"
-What do you think I'm doing? Engage your brain for once and you just might figure it out.

"Mrs. Tong, I think I typed in the wrong website..."
-Good for you and thanks for sharing. Wanna cookie?

"Ashley, I didn't know you were in this lunch!"
-Really? So where the fuck was I last Tuesday when you said 'Hi!' to me in the lunch line?

"I'm tiiiired, can we take a breeeeak?"
Maybe if you didn't come to school in your fucking PJs you'd have a bit more energy.

"I didn't know how to do the math homework!"
-Well that's your own damn fault. Maybe if you would quit playing with yourself and take your phone out of your crotch to look up at the overhead every once in a while you would have known how.

"Wow. Could she walk any faster?"
-Um, could you walk any slower? Forgive me that I'm not 'gangster' enough to walk at a snails pace with a big cluster fuck of people blocking the hallway to only then walk into class late complaining that I didn't know how to do the fucking math homework.

"Ashley, what was the homework about? You don't know? Did you do it?"
-No, I actually did do it but I'm just lying to you so I look like a dumbass.

"Duuuuude, you like, almost pulled down my pants when you stepped on the bottom."
-I'm sorry, maybe if you shopped in the right section of the store or bought a fucking belt that wouldn't have happened.

Aren't I just a ray of fucking sunshine today?