shinyglorchan: (Default)
I only got to sleep for two hours. FML. *goes back to writing her paper*

EDIT: *checks the clock at 9:48am* ...I finished my paper with time to spare? Holy fuck. It's even the minimum page requirement! Wooooow. *is impressed with herself* I can even make myself a sandwich for lunch! Whooo.

...also, oh god, Italian class is going to be INTERESTING on this much sleep. I'm either going to be manic with no comprehension of Italian OR half asleep with no comprehension of Italian. Whooooo. *dies*


Mar. 24th, 2011 04:05 pm
shinyglorchan: (Default)
Why did I not get to do my powerpoint presentation first thing? What kind of teach makes me wait through the end of a movie? I don't care if it's transition to my subject. *dies*

Also, class started at 3:30pm. It's a bit past 4pm. Fuck. This. Shit.


Mar. 22nd, 2011 03:59 pm
shinyglorchan: (A Finals Crisis!)
I did something to my laptop last night (AKA hiiii there mister virus, I think and everything goes kinda safe mode). I did a full system restore with a back up file. I think I need to run a virus scan on my files... Any free programs you guys can suggest? AVG links too, because I'm failing on that front, and I'm all frazzled at the moment.

@_____@ I dunno what to do. I could go to the Temple tech center for help but... You know, personal things porn and other things. :/ DNW other people in there.


Mar. 20th, 2011 01:12 pm
shinyglorchan: (Hetalia: Spamano Hug)
Dear Self,

Lady, stop writing PORN instead of doing your homework. It's going to be detrimental to your grades, and what are you going to tell people? 'Oh, I failed that class because I was too busy writing porn.'

*facepalm forever*


P.S. Seriously? You're getting flustered because you're writing DIRTY TALK, and you're STILL writing porn? Goddammit, me! *scowly face*

EDIT: Son of a motherfucking bitch! I finished the fucking porn, and I even got an ending that wasn't completely making me twitch, and OpenOffice crashed during spell check, and ate the whole last page!!! >:O Motherfucker. Usually recover mode recovers everything. Nope. No, it did not. Hate. A WHOLE FUCKING PAGE! Argh. I don't WANT to re-write this! And I wanted to post this. *sobs in a corner*

EDIT #2: OHGODYES! So, it seems when it recovered the document that it opened twice. The second copy that I hadn't really noticed in my panic had all but the last few sentences. THERE IS A FANFIC PORN GOD! @_@ It is done. I am happy, and now I can go to the kink meme and post it. @_______@ *dead*
shinyglorchan: (Spamano: Thinking of You)
I hate being awake hours before I need to be. So much hate. *mutters something about fucking school and wanders off*


Mar. 11th, 2011 11:41 pm
shinyglorchan: (Red Robin RAGE!)
I stole this from [ profile] pervyficgirl because I felt the need to signal boost, even if I don't do it often.

Originally posted by [ profile] lavenderfrost at ...WTF.
Well, there goes my good mood for the day.

NYTimes, the bastion of quality reporting, reported on the gang-rape of an 11 year-old girl in Texas  that's led to charges against 18 high-school boys so far - all well and good so far, right?  Shit like this NEEDS publicity to raise awareness. 

Only problem is, they repeated - without refutation or critical commentary - the claims that the girl brought the rape on herself because of the way she was dressed.

Choice Quotes (No cut b/c everyone needs to see this - DEAL.):

“It’s just destroyed our community,” said Sheila Harrison, 48, a hospital worker who says she knows several of the defendants. “These boys have to live with this the rest of their lives.  As opposed to the victim, who's gonna bounce back lickety-fucking-split, right?

Residents in the neighborhood where the abandoned trailer stands — known as the Quarters — said the victim had been visiting various friends there for months. They said she dressed older than her age, wearing makeup and fashions more appropriate to a woman in her 20s. She would hang out with teenage boys at a playground, some said.  TOTALLY BEGGING FOR IT.


Now, what's being said and done in this community is bad enough, but the NY Times should be fucking ashamed of themselves right now.

Here's how to contact NYT: )

shinyglorchan: (Red Robin RAGE!)
*scowling* I am not a fucking morning person. At all. But SOMEONE decided to call at three something AM. Four. Fucking. Times. Oh, but Gloria, aren't you awake then anyway?

No, not this time. I'm supposed to be up now to talk to some bitch about my health insurance and figure this shit out. So, I had only just gotten to sleep at two. Maybe.

Wanna know who had the gall to call four fucking times this morning? If you've been here enough, you have guess right! My dad. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate! Mom ended up disconnecting the phones, so we could sleep! *grumbles* And it's not even like the fucking pussy LEAVES A MESSAGE or you know, SAYS ANYTHING! >:O

I swear to fucking god if someone doesn't take that mans cell phone away, I am going to make sure it happens when I am in Italy. >:O

Also, I feel that my angry/hate icon and tag isn't enough for the rage I feel, but it'll have to suffice. Motherfucking sons of bitches. And now, I have to go be a fucking responsible adult. Fuck my life. And after this meeting thing, mama better bring me to McDonald's because I am getting a Young Justice toy to make up for this.
shinyglorchan: (Aqua: Looks at You)
Anyone want rain? I don't want rain. Take our rain this weekend. Beckaboo probably can't come over because of it. Hate all the things. And she was going to bring chocolate. I have my period; it'd be very much appreciate the tasties.

*sigh* Upside, I get bff time on Sunday? I hope. Nothing should... I'm not gonna say anything. *just curls up elsewhere*
shinyglorchan: (A Finals Crisis!)
Test in Death & Dying today. It's kinda ridiculous. She totally gave us the questions for the test.

Except, you know, the ten of them are hiding in a pile of NINETY-SIX QUESTIONS! (ONLY 40-30 of them will be for me to pick from on the test.) *grumbles* And there's ONE 5-6 paragraph essay thing (which, hell, I'm supposed to write that in less than two hours PLUS 10 short answer questions? You have to be shitting me), and I have the questions for that too. Eight of those, but two won't show up on the test., me studying is essentially writing three 5-6 paragraph PAPERS to make sure at least ONE of those questions is on the test. Doing two would lead to my bad luck, and one is just bad odds. Motherfucker. I don't like having to play ODDS for my tests. It kinda pisses me off. Just a tad.

Not even mentioning the other 10 questions that I'd have to do A LOT OF QUESTIONS just to have enough to write about. I'm not even thinking about those odds. Ugh.

So, I'm skipping my first two classes for this test. I have this luxury since it's right before Spring Break, and there's nothing I can't catch up on in those classes. (Plus, I've never skipped on a Tues-Thurs schedule, so I'm good.) For those who say 'But Gloria, don't skip your classes!', I say fuck you I'd be completely useless in said classes as I worry for this test, so fuck that shit.

In other news, Beckaboo, if you see this before I decide to text or talk to you or whatever, the Mama would like to have a list of your food allergies. >>;; Yeah, she's totally afraid to cook for you until she knows what to avoid and so she can know when she goes food shopping. <3? (All the tasty things are flavored with meat! D: It's EVERYWHERE!)

EDIT: Mother. Fucker. Now my stomach decides to act up. *unhappy face of anger-unhappiness!* I think my period's going to pay me a visit during Spring Break. Traitorous motherfucker. ...well, at least I'll have plenty of chocolate because Bek is wonderful. ;-;


Feb. 25th, 2011 01:36 pm
shinyglorchan: (Terra II: Oh Yeucch!)
Mother. Fucker. I got caught in a downpour after class. I had an umbrella, which made sure my top half and my bag was mostly unscathed (thank god, or my netbook that I'm typing on would've been a casualty, and I'd be in tears!), but my jeans and boots are soaked through.

I can't even articulate how uncomfortable it is to be wearing wet, tight jeans. Any pornos that use that? Fuck them. At least the chicks get to take jeans off. The boots aren't as bad, but everywhere my jeans touch my skin is itchy as fuck. Argh. I had a weird inkling not to wear these this morning, but did I not wear them? Noooo...

Ugh, I'm so pissed, but at least I don't look like wet cat. *sighs* I want to go home. Fuck.


Feb. 13th, 2011 08:53 pm
shinyglorchan: (Terra II: Oh Yeucch!)
Anyone who bitches about American bureaucracy can just swap places with me. Fucking Italian Consulate wants SO much paperwork. I found my mom's, my dad's, and my birth certificates, but noooo, that's enough. They're the originals, even! Argh, I'm probably gonna need to get my mom to call my nonna to get her to get a better copy of the birth certificate AND my parents' marriage certificate.

Then I'll need to go through American bureaucracy to prove that my parents never gave up their Italian citizenship. What the fuck! Duh, of course my dad didn't, or he wouldn't be living in Italy for like 9 years, with his fucking Italian pension! *fumes*

I'm gonna call tomorrow to see if what I have would work because I'd rather not have to bother my nonna with this. Plus, it'll totally ruin the surprise of telling her in a letter that I'll be in Rome for the Fall semester. *huffs*

And my mom really needs to file our taxes, so I can finish FAFSA and stuff for going abroad. *grumbles*

Wtf, body?

Feb. 3rd, 2011 07:40 am
shinyglorchan: (Terra II: Oh Yeucch!)
I just woke up with a massive nose bleed. Like a lot of blood 'cause I thought it was just a runny nose until I saw it wasn't stopping and my hand blood all over. Ugh. Quit rebelling, right now, body! Now, I can't get back to sleep. Fuck.

Also, appropriate icon is waaaaaaaaaay appropriate. @_@
shinyglorchan: (Red Robin RAGE!)
RAGE! I think only this icon maybe articulate my rage. Temple fucking dropped my classes. I CALLED TO GET MY GRANTS AND LOANS APPLIED TO MY ACCOUNT, AND THE GUY SAID HE'D CONFIRM MY CLASSES TOO! @#!#$!(!

The kicker? My classes were canceled AFTER office hours ended on Friday. And I can't talk to them until Tuesday.

I mean, I'm pretty sure I fixed it. I'm in my classes now. The CONFIRM button showed up, and I confirmed classes, but I am not paying $100 reinstatement fee. No. Denied. I can't do this shit. It was their fault, and I am not paying money for their fuck up.

And I think this has gotten my stomach all riled up. Look, rebellion! Everywhere! FML. *curls up in a corner for a while*
shinyglorchan: (Clint: Venom tonguing)
Okay, I don't think I can count how many times I threw up tonight. It was so very unpleasant since I kept hurling with nothing left to hurl up. It's obviously not a PMS thing since my period just ended today, and ugh, I don't even know.

I'll get back to the fics for my last meme at some point, promise. Man, you guys just come outta the woodwork whenever I have a fic meme. I feel the love. XD You only love me for my porn! *faux sob*

So, yeah. I think I need an icon of being sick at this fucking rate. Stupid stomach. So much hate for it right now. We're only two weeks into the new year, and I've thrown three nights outta thirteen. This is kinda ridiculous, and I start classes next week. *sigh*

And I'll be calling the doctor tomorrow. Or something.
shinyglorchan: (Red Robin RAGE!)
I'm in Italian class, but fuck if I'll be able to pay any attention. I'm so pissed. So yesterday, I was buying my ticket for the train for today, but my debit didn't work. Luckily, I had money on me. No big deal and I figured it was SEPTA being a big fuck up because I KNEW there was at least $100 in there. I keep it that way whenever I can.

Since I used that money for the ticket yesterday, I didn't have food money. Food trucks only take money (except the Insomnia Cookie truck, but that's another thing). BUT I called the Japanese Food truck ahead. Then figured out I had no money, so very unhappily, I go to the Student Center to hit up the ATM (that's not mine, so it would have had a fucking fee), but it says there are no funds.

What the fuck. So I go to the building my Italian class is in since it was getting late, and I get online to check my bank account, and lo and behold, my account is negative by nearly $70. It says Paypal took it, so I check Paypal, and see that the clothes and camera I bought from Sears on Cyber Monday with mom's credit card used my debit card. Fucking hell.

So yeah, not happy. Called my mom to tell her I was gonna take money from her account to fix mine and so I'd have some money. Used some money to get more minutes on my phone since I needed that soon. Argh, but the food truck must think bad things now. I want that food. *sigh*

Fuck this. After class, I'm buying myself some cookies. I'm so drained right now. I'm running on four hours of sleep since I woke up to take a bath, and I stayed up too late last night playing Sims 2 because I'm fucking idiot. Then before I got to school, I'd only had a banana and some water.
shinyglorchan: (Grant cries)
So, got an e-mail about my academic progress and how to check it. The e-mail says a Y is BAD. I expected one Y by my History class. Oh, there was a Y, all right. It was next to Italian, which means Gloria nearly has a panic attack because that's not possible.

Sure, I missed a class and a few homework assignments, but I got a 90 on the last test! So, I freak out a little, then click the Y and find out if it's under the S column, it's okay and means your awesome. THE E-MAIL DID NOT SAY THIS; IT SAID Y'S WERE BAD!!! ;-;

I do not need this right now. I'm in such a mood right now. Like the kind of mood that would lend well to that fic I wrote where Jason killed Tim and Dick and almost decapitated Tim, so Jay could roll the head to Dick. So yeah. Tact, not here. Giving a fuck, not here. Sadism, totally here.

Also, my dad's been calling this week. I told him to fuck off on Monday morning because I was just ugh. I need this extra bit of not fun like I need a hole in the head. You'd think someone with HIV for the past ten years would drop dead already. Obviously not.

Ah Fuck.

Oct. 12th, 2010 11:50 pm
shinyglorchan: (Insincerity Registered)
So, apparently, all the people in my hotel room were sick during or getting sick just after the con. Nuh-huh, I refuse. I'm sore, emotionally drained, stressed, and my stomach is playing rebellion again. I refuse to add a head cold to this, so fucking take that, sickness that I don't have, damn you!
shinyglorchan: (A Finals Crisis!)
Okay, so midterm paper due. I don't even fucking know what to do about this. Oh, and I have this class double today. What made this shithead teacher THAT was a good idea? Fuck, it's not even just double, man. It's go to class 2pm-3:20pm then come back to see a movie in an auditorium 6pm-9pm.

Yeah, this is a little fucking inconvenient for me, fucktard. Plus? My mom doesn't want me in Philly that late alone, and frankly? I don't fucking wanna be there that late either. I'm pretty sure my thigh isn't bothering me anymore, but I didn't go to class yesterday since I skipped the first class, and the other class was an online exam.

Paper wise, I just have to list what I plan to write. Ummm, thing is, didn't read the second book. He wrote it. Oh teachers that think their own books are good ideas for their classes. Apparently, it reads like a book that's for colleagues, not students. Ugh. Do not want.

And I wanna fic, but nope, guilt over not doing homework prevails. *sigh*


Oct. 5th, 2010 10:15 am
shinyglorchan: (Between You & Me)
LJ's a cunt. Oh, you knew that? Well, of course. Just reiterating a point. If these slow loading times don't fucking stop (or at least stop for my MAIN LJ since I PAY for it), I'm gonna pitch a fit. How does one contact LJ to pitch a fit? >>;;

Also, fucking IE kept eating itself, and I have to use it for Italian homework because My Italian Lab doesn't support Firefox. Grrr. This pisses me off, man. Well, lots of things piss me off. >:O

In better news, I finished one glove sans thumb. I'll try and finish the second one today then me and mom can get to the thumb part. Also, if anyone has a pattern for boot covers, you'd be loved forever. <3
shinyglorchan: (Red Robin RAGE!)
This was supposed to be a quick post of ARGH before running for the bus, but fucking combination of LJ and Firefox being cunts made this take a five whole minutes to load. Motherfucker.

What I wanted to bitch about is that my said she's not helping with my gloves anymore. They aggravate her. Well, fuck her. I'll sew them by hand my fucking self, you bitch. And did she have to tell me she gave up just before I went to bed? It made sleeping almost fucking impossible. Thanks ever-fucking-so. Grrr.


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