June 8th, 2001
|11:30 am - rANDOM-ness and charity|
Saw on friends list the idea of seven degrees of seperation with livejournals.
Hit the random journal button and try to get back to yours.
So I tried it.
1st time. Got a person with 1 friend and that friend only had origanal person as friend. so no go.
2nd : No friends or friends of
3rd time. wandered through 20 people and found nothing.
4th time Got cimerris
I wondered why her pic looked familar and realised from reading her entry why.
It was artwork by Davebunny who does LivingInGreytown.com
Heh so it resolves to you win some and you loose some. :)
Now Wednesday was dagorhir. I did alright and everyone was still getting all serious about rag.
I won't be able to get the full week of going until next year. I get to go only the weekend this year. But had a fun time as usual even though there were some slaughters.
On thursday had my dragonlance rpg. God I don't know how much more we can butcher the storyline.
Anyway that brings us to this mornig...
I'm getting ready for work, getting my shit together and about to get dressed.
When I hear a knock on the door. I wrap myself in my blanket doing a darth sidious impression. and check the door.
On the porch is a 13-15 year old black kid (that i have never seen) with a cup.
His first words "You weren't up yet?" (It's about 9:00. Our house is a college house. Most of us aren't up until at least 10.)
My response. "Ummm, no. What do you want?"
"Do you have any milk?"
"........ Umm...... No." course me being a putz couldn't blatently lie.
So I said i would go check. I go to the kitchen. Kid comes into the house into the foyer starts looking around and comes into the kitchen.
Check one fridge (beer, beer, pizza box, beer, beer, beer) then the other and notice he's all the way in the kitchen but don't say anything. There's a gallon thats opened in the other fridge but it's not mine so i tell him. Sorry we are all out.
"Got any juice or anything to drink?"
"..........." At this point i'm like WHAT THE HELL and notice my 12 pack of diet pepsi sitting on the counter next to him.
"You can have a diet pepsi if you like."
Then i sit and watch as the kid takes a can.
.... Then another......
Then a third...... At this point he looks at me and probably notices my face changing shades and i walk him to the door.
I get dressed and take my ps2 into my room and lock my room up.
and then i go out the side door.
AND THERE HE IS!
Now our house isn't big it takes under 10 seconds to go from the front door to the side.
And I didn't dress that fast.
He looks at me. "Your still awake?"
"Umm yeah, why are you still here?"
"I'm going to my house."
Now our house is in a college slummy area for thoose of you who have no idea what its like
| C | H | | | X
| R | H | | | X
| O | H | | | H
| S | H H H
Ok now here's my crude diagram Brown and Cross are streets (may be wrong on cross' name)
but the little | | | looks like a double drive way at first. but 1/2 of it is a driveway. The side towards the X's and the other side is a public alley (VERY VERY SMALL STREET)
The X's is our house and parking area. You can't park in a public alley any more then you can part in a small two lane but we still have morons parking there.
Why am I drawing this cause the kid supposidly lives in one of the houses behind us.
Well after i tell the kid to go. I hear. "Marcel?, are they not up yet?"
and the kid answers "Nooo." at this point i turn and see the mother? getting ready to get into her car which was parked in said alleyway. and start to drive off.
Now i'm all for neighborly things. I've leant this woman a can opener before but
sending your kid out to scrounge? Let alone scrounge from COLLEGE KIDS?
We are broke, in debt and usually just as hungry as poor people.
I exaggerate cause i'm none of theese except in debt.
But it was infuriating. cause the way the kid acts i swear he was casing the place.
*Puts 2+2* God help the little kid if I ever found out he was involved with breaking into my car and trashing my swords.
Enough outta me.
RIch: Keep an eye out and make sure everythings locked up.
Current Mood: annoyed
scoping for valuables.
I lived in N Royalton and this sort of shit happens ALL the time there. It's not a racial thing but it's N Royalton, it's predominantly OLD white folks. As an adult, I was the youngest on the street. My dad's very "oh come in let me see" and it's amazing he's never been ransacked. I'm more the "get the fuck out of here" kind of person (Cleveland State experiences give you that wary attitude)
But there was always some kid, like you described, knockin on the door. Again, it's not racial, it's just you get to know your neighbours and this kid was no way a neighbour or relative esp with some old beater that could no way pass an echeck sitting at the end of the driveway. Asking for gas money, something to drink, etc. I firmly believe it's a way to use kids to scope a home and see what's valuable and get a layout. ESPECIALLY when there's a store at the corner they could go steal from if they were broke. ^^;
Or the best one of late is "my wife and kid are in the car, I really need some gas money to get out of here"
ok buddy if you feel the area is THAT dangerous, why'd you leave your wife and kid?
course it's amazing MY bigmouth has never gotten me shot.
oi but I'm suspicious of everyone.
|Date:||June 8th, 2001 09:37 am (UTC)|| |
Heh i had a failed attempt at going to a club.
I've been to one of the clubs in akron. Purgatory downtown twice.
Once on friday and again on a saturday.
Course went by myself since none of my friends are club goers. Friday I didn't even realize there was a second floor and wondered why it was so empty. (2nd floor is where the main dance floor is)
Saturday almost a repeat performance.
No one talked to me and any convo i tried to start (only did once or twice) fell on deaf ears.
Both trips the people i talked to the most was bartenders and that consisted of orders of diet coke.
Then as i left the club to walk to the car. I get detained by some sickly looking dude asking for money with his arm in a sling.
"I told him the clubs took all my money, sorry."
He continued the need to explain how he was down here for the hospital and couldn't get home.
And then in an effort to reassure me he was harmless took his arm outta his sling and had me feel it *shiver* as he held it limp.
Some people are scary. This is why i tend not to consider going to clubs anymore.
Musics ok but with my temperment and lack of mad dance skillz there no likely hood of me having any form of entertainment except sitting.
Thene there's the guy who asked for a buck for the bus and then proceeded to walk accross the street and into the zip mart.
God makes me hate being a boyscout at times.
heh I quit goin to clubs cuz none I could drag my friends to play music I like. Everything I like only seems to be played at raves (which are so drug infested now there's no point) or at gay clubs and well, that doesn't go over well. Plus you only one real burly chick comin' on to you to end that, good music or not.
So I just crank it at home. Why I like sonicbox so much lol.
But the Flats is just wrong. I can't stand it esp the East Bank.
|Date:||June 8th, 2001 10:18 am (UTC)|| |
I've never been to the flats after dark although supposidly my cousin is a door man at one of the bars.
Never gone to a gay club either. Though I know where one is. Not my scene.
Neither are raves. Raves = death for me cause i'd be beaten senseless with glowsticks.
Ok its a stereotype but its a funny stereotype.
I just think people have some odd facination with the sticks. They keep them in thier mouth spin them wear them. It's scary at times.
I LIKE glowsticks
I was at ONE gay club awhile back not knowing until the aforementioned burly chick incident.
anyway I don't wanna look for guys (or gals for that matter) I just like to dance to good house and club music even tho I CAN'T dance I like to and those were the only clubs that play what I like.
so I dance in my living room with my stereo cranked.
no glowsticks tho
no one to beat with them
|Date:||June 8th, 2001 11:15 am (UTC)|| |
See you admit it. The sole reason for the glow sticks is beating people. hehe
*witholds eechi comment*
no no only to BEAT them with not beat off with or any such thing like that... and no beating for pleasure either... well wait...
no I don't like the people I beat up to enjoy it...wait no ... I mean... oi I don't go around beating people up but a hearty flick is good... note that's FLICK L then an I not a mutated U... oi
the hole gets deeper eh?
as in hole in the ground
|Date:||June 8th, 2001 11:47 am (UTC)|| |
God i can imagine you at work right now.
Why is your face red?
I should take my brothers advice one of theese days.
mmmm not as red as when I was editing yorukara
's CGS story not so long ago.
^^;;;; I had to quit can't edit hentai stuff at work.
your brother's advice?
|Date:||June 8th, 2001 12:20 pm (UTC)|| |
If I told you advice i'd be taking it. :)
So i shall keep it a secret ;)
Heh smiley on each line :P
I guess smileys are habbit forming.
Hentai stuff is just like everything else story wise. Just use small print and have something else set up to alt tab to. heh
Heh broke the smiley habit. ;)
ack lol true true
eh oh well. I'm outta heyeah
|Date:||June 8th, 2001 12:47 pm (UTC)|| |
Don't worry I can't keep secrets long anyway.
I'll talk to you later.
Lucky you escaping the evil workplace.
What is the sound of one fangirl blushing?
|Date:||June 8th, 2001 12:43 pm (UTC)|| |
Nice to meet you as well.
And congratulations, dave's a nice guy from what i've read and seen in the irc chatrooms.
That guy with his arm in the sling...... If he only had one eye, hes the guy who tried to mug me last year ( mistake #1
) then tried to get me and white paws together (#2
). Anyway, If you want me to blow up your neighbors house, just ask hehe
Thought Id say something, Gabe
|Date:||June 8th, 2001 02:10 pm (UTC)|| |
I think i had brought this up and you guys mentioned it.
Though its tempting to blow up the houses i'm not sure which it is and of course there's dealing with the cops making all the noise by the house.
Heh of course if we ever decide to get a pool or something clearing a house might not be a bad idea. :)
So did he or did he not have the arm in the sling when he tried to mug you last night?
|Date:||June 8th, 2001 02:29 pm (UTC)|| |
He tried mugging them a while ago sometime last fall i believe
My bad. Silly eyes going boing boing boing across the page. Ooopsies.
I'm glad I live in a nice apartment complex in a decent neighborhood with a fence/gate thing on the complex and Scary Witchy Stuff on the door.
(It's a simple wooden plaque with runes burned on it, hung on the door. It basically translates to "Hi, if you can read this, stop by and talk sometime," but it sure looks impressive if you don't read it!)
|Date:||June 8th, 2001 04:09 pm (UTC)|| |
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