Beyond Redemption

So, here is my life update.

CAMERA:

I finally resolved the camera conflict. Seems that when I started talking about filing a police report, the carrier mysteriously reappeared -and so did my camera. Ain’t that some shit? Because, yeah, that carrier never returned to work after my camera vanished. I was told he’d be there the next day -he didn’t show. I was then told the day after that. No show. AND it was “against the rules to call him”.  o_O

After having enough of their bullshit, I told them that I believed  the carrier stole my camera and they were covering for him. Therefore, I was going to file a police report. Funny that the next morning I got a call saying they had my camera. Oh, and the carrier was back at work. Yet, no one could explain to me why carrier and item both showed up on the same day. They wouldn’t admit that he took it with him when he left that day, but they don’t have to because I already fucking know. Apparently, post offices have a thing for stealing items from certain online shopping sites because they know it will be replaced.

Case and point: When I contacted my shopping site and told them what I suspected, they overnighted another camera to me via Fed Ex. But see, I wasn’t about to let that thief keep that fucking camera because he thought he could. He fucked with the wrong Grrrl. Anyway, both cameras are here, but I’ll be sending the one he tried to steal back to the company. Of course, I didn’t get my shit in time for my concert (which was the point of buying it)… that prick.

CONCERT:

Good fucking grief. Saw Coheed & Cambria on Thursday at Webster Hall. Got a VIP pass that got me in early for an acoustic song from Claudio. Had a stellar spot in the front and even saw a cool opening act that was good enough to get me to buy an album. Then, it happened. Coheed came on stage and started playing and I was nearly killed on the fucking dance floor. I was in the equivalent of what was probably the 2nd row, and being short, I was already buried. But when hundreds of bakas came rushing a stage THAT THEY WERE NEVER GOING TO REACH I got crushed within an inch of my life. I was there with a friend -a big friend- who always accompanies me to these things because I’m small. Had he not been there, I’d probably be in the hospital, maybe worse.

I literally felt my bladder being compressed; planting my feet so that I didn’t fall on top of those in front of me made my knee bend in directions it wasn’t meant to and now I have a limp. Holding onto my upper arms so that I wasn’t ultimately knocked down and trampled, my friend left me sore and bruised. Bodies literally rained down on us as idiots pleaded with strangers to <strike>grope</strike> carry and toss them around. I love Coheed, but I’ll never endure the front rows ever again. Not even they are worth that horror. So, I’m all beat up now, and guess what? I have another concert on Monday. >.> But it’s the Silversun Pickups, so I’m going even if I need crutches! And I’ll have a damn camera! XD

PULP-FICTION:

I haven’t done any writing, really. However, I did finish the skin for “Poison” and you guys will see it with the next update. There are a couple of stories I want to work on, but I’m not going to rush myself. I want the words to flow at least a little, and forcing it won’t help. I also have a quick beta job I promised to do, but that won’t take long. So, some stuff will be coming down the pipe sometime after Monday’s concert.

You know, unbelievably, people still don’t follow the instructions on the site about requesting an account. Some will even e-mail the right address, yet still not follow the instructions. Do they really expect to get in when I’ve made it very clear that not following  instructions gets requests deleted? Sometimes I make exceptions about the password. Though most people get that right, some do miss it, so I give them another chance to find it. But when everything I requested with the application is missing, and they still think I’ll consider them, well, that’s just fucking annoying because if they can’t follow simple instructions, why would I want them inside my house with access to my stuff? No fucking thanks. I used to mail a letter of decline. Now, I just hit delete. I don’t have time for that shit. I always appreciate the fact that people want to read my works, but fandom has made me bitter, so now I play by my own set of rules. Either abide, or poof! Be gone.