Iniora_Nackatori's Xanga

You Know You're Having a Bad Day When...

Mon, 25 Sep 2006 21:40:02 GMT

You post on your Xanga. ...Hey, it's true for me, at least.

Let’s get down to "What's Got Iniora Pissed". Forget the Bull of explaining my life, I'll cut straight to the point.

I got Spamed via FanFiction.Net's PM system. Now had this been Spam relating to FanFiction in any way, say about the latest videogame coming out or the next HP boo, I would be mildly annoyed before deleting it. But no. It was Political Spam. About assassinations, of all things!

Political Spam. About assassinations. Coming from a Children's Site!!

I suppose the only saving grace is that it wasn't FanFiction.Net itself doing the Spaming. Just an idiot using an available system.

I'd ask what idiot in his right mind would have the stupidity to do this. Unfortunately, I already know the answer.

And should that idiot, through some strange twist of Fate or by the will of some spiteful Kami-sama I may have offended on accident, find this and wonder what they offending article is not posted here to justify my rant, here is his/her answer.

I'm not posting it to spite you, jackass. You want to get your message out? Fine. I'm not going to be your runner. Sure, I'll bitch and moan about the fact you Spamed me, but last I checked? I am no one's personal errand boy.

Oh. And if I did offended a Kami-sama or two. I apologize. I have never had any intention to piss a deity off. Gomenasai.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Mon, 01 May 2006 01:08:58 GMT

My friend was hurt in ways I could never understand. Ways I don’t think I ever really, truly want to understand.

Ways that make me want to make an empty promise to hurt the person who harmed her in multiple ways.

Ways that will never happen because I’m not the person to hand out revenge. That, is a job for someone else. Not me. Nor will it ever be me. I may be conceited at times, but I’m not stupid.

Whatever deity is up there help me if I ever have to. Take revenge, that is.

What hurts the most right now. What makes me frustrated, and upset, and half of me want to scream, is that I wasn’t there for her. My friend was hurting and being hurt, accused of things she would never do even in her wildest nightmares, and I wasn’t there. I couldn’t defend her honor, protect her heart. Help her when she needed me the most.

Right now, I still feel like I can’t help her.

I know I can help. In fact, I am. I’m standing by her side. She needs me and all she has to do is call. I’ll be her soundboard if she needs it, her pillow to wipe away her tears -- Sorry, but I’m going to have to draw the line at Kleenex. I may be willing to share her pain, but buggers are a whole ‘nother ballpark.

But for now, that’s it. I am there for her should she need me.

Including there to metaphorically whack her upside the head when she tells me she’s not worth it.

She’s my friend. She’s worth it. End of story.

The ironic things about friends is that they want to protect each other from the worst life has to offer. I wasn’t there to help protect her from this in-understandable pain. I may not have been able to take all of it, since it is her pain, but I wish I had been there to help lesson it.

Half, even a third, is a lot less than a whole.

She wants to protect me from her pain. Doesn’t want to drag me into this mess. Is afraid, I think, that I’ll get sucked right down with her.

The fun part about being stubborn when stuck in quicksand is you tend to hang on a convenient vine and/or branch real hard. And almost nothing can drag you down.

In fact, if you’re stubborn enough, you’ll hang on long enough for your friends to find you and pull you out.

If you ask.

Knowing you need help takes a lot of strength. It takes even more strength and courage and heart to know when you need to ask.

She’s asked - and if she hasn’t asked then others have acted - plenty of people who are helping her even now. My offer to help stands like me on the sidelines. My hand’s outstretched. It’ll stay there for the rest of time.

I won’t act without permission. This is her life to lead, her life to live, not mine.

But I also know that my arms will get tiered eventually. That if I want to help, I still have to be around.

Sanity wise, at least.

I’m lucky. I know it. My mother and father are here for me, ready to listen to even my smallest fear. Not everyone can boast about that.

If I’m going to be able to help my friend in the future, I know I’m going to need help.

Fun thing about habits is that they’re hard to kick, making them a true double edged sword. My parents made it a habit to talk to them about even the little things.

So I go to them for the big things, too.

If this isn’t big, then Moby Dick was a goldfish.

I want to protect my friends. All of my friends. I know I can’t really do it. It’s not humanly possible to protect everyone close to you. Life’s not fair like that.

So I’m gonna throw my lot in behind the one whose life is utter hell (put mildly) and help where she feels I can do the most good.

I hope she understands, though, that even if I’m not strong enough to handle helping her in the long run, I’ve got help to make sure I can.

I’m also hoping she sees that this Dragon she’s facing -- twenty feet wide, over a hundred feet tall, and spitting acid-laced fire -- doesn’t have to be fought alone. The Calvary’s no more than a breath away.

But now I’m probably playing a song the choir knows by heart now.

My friend was hurt. Is hurting now, even, as demons only she knows (and more than likely only she can understand) charge in attack.

I don’t know how to help. I really, honestly don’t.

I hope, though, that she can see me standing in the sidelines, armor dawned and sword drawn, ready to start chanting:

Here, demi-demi-demi. Here ugly. Time to come die!

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 14:26:40 GMT

Question: is the following sentence grammatically correct or incorrect?

We found the toy that belonged to the neighbor in the attic.

This sentence (or a sentence very close to it) was on my last English grammar quiz. If you answered that this sentence is correct as written, then congrats! You have just joined the ranks of the illiterate people!

The sentence is wrong. Apparently it is damn wrong. The fact I even have to rant here is wrong. This is absolute crap. I flunked the stupid quiz because of sentences like this! And, damn it, I am pissed.

That and the fact I am a girl and it is so wonderfully that time of the month. But, that's another story inertly.

And just to add icing to the cake, when I took a deep breath to compose myself before I blew up in her face, she took a step back. She said she did not want to get sick. Did not...want to... get sick. Damn it! Does that woman think I'm sick or something just because I'm getting upset!?!? All I did was exhale and she stepped back as if I had the plague! She was on the funkin other side of the damn room! All because she did not want to get sick!!!!! Hell-o! Common sense calling here! I just had a physical. I am not sick. Who the *several explicative that shall not be repeated* does she think she is?! Hell - she's a freaking Miss. Frizzle clone, only not as nice and seriously not as cool.

....Okay, I think I'm done ranting now... Leave comments if you'd please.

Oh, PS: If you ever go to CCCC, do not, I repeat do NOT take Joyce M. Miller's English class(s). She has more than one, so be careful.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Sun, 11 Sep 2005 15:42:41 GMT

Right then. You know the world is in a sad state of affaris when you want to take your favoirte badass charicter, drop him in the middle of China and say screw the first law of robotics.

Eh. Anyway, I just wanted to get that off my chest real fast. For all information on why I'm saying this, look up - if you dare - what's going on with the Falung Gong (sp?) persicutions in China. It. Is. Nasty. They torture people with irons like the kind of irons you use to iron cloths, that kind of irons. God, that place is screwed.

Okay, I've got that off my chest now. I'm happy.

Hello to all friends who look at my blog. What's up? How's school? You know, the usual. Please leave a reply!

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Thu, 24 Mar 2005 20:57:08 GMT

Yo-shimitzu! Don't ask why I have a very odd and random habbit of adding -shimitzu to the end of Yo. I think the Soul Calaber guy's name rubbed off on me. Not like a certian two perverts (coughanimeclubmembersFUandcocoughcough) didn't help with their demistration of Voldo VS Yoshimitzu fight.

Anyway, getting off track here. I just dropped in to say hi, and yes, Duo is a goddess of Anime, the absolute queen of distribution. ....I am so evil... Not as evil as some people I know, but yeah...

I'm so glad I have my parent's as parents. I read a couple of posts from one of my friends (not saying who incase somebody who shouldn't ie: total strangers decided to read my xanga)... And yeah... I'm really glad I have my parents as parens. Anybody else, and I think my brain would be fried.

Random topic change! Top ten ways you know your brain has fried: two additions to the list - when you start singing the apples and bananase and "we all live in a yellow submarine" at completly random moments, such as in the middle of a physics lab. My brain was fried, fillayed, and taken out by Duo's Crowbar of Doom (which beats the purple fruzzy frying pan of doom anyday). All curtosy of an economics test.
Freakin' economics test! Stupid, stupid economics test! I was one of the only three people to finish before the bell rang.... and I had to BS a lot of it. Ho yeah, real fun there.

All who're glad for the three day weekend, say I! I!

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Wed, 23 Mar 2005 18:03:25 GMT

Whoever the freaking hell said "To error is human", or whatever the hell that quote is, forgot one freaking little thing. "To error is human, SO LONG AS IT'S NOT A FREAKING TEST GRADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I FU*BEEP*ING FORGOT TO GLUE ONE!! ONE F*BEEP*ING LITTLE JOIN ON MY BRIDGE, AND WHAT HAPPENED? IT FAILED! MISERABLY!!!!!!!

*takes the worst weapon in her arsenal, the purple fuzzy frying pan/mallet/sharp-pointy object and begins to demolish anything in site*

I....Hate.... Mistakes which might make me FLUNK!!

*somehow manages to split an atom. Atomic explosion ensues, sending her flying off into the sunset*

DAMN PHYSICS!!!

*lands with a bounce on her aft, somehow having managed to get on the Gods of Anime's good side and survive the impossible*

Just like Duo!

*falls back, completely out of it. Feel free to comment at random*

Monday, February 21, 2005

Mon, 21 Feb 2005 19:05:34 GMT

Dr. A. Got ah love the guy. Really want a kill him – or at least maim him – for going around my back and having the Sub school principle talk to me about the fact I’m not earning my grade. I know I need to earn my grade.

Damn it, I’ve known that since 5^th! Hell, I’ve even known that since I was old enough to have the words “You get good grade you get good stuff” register in my pea-sized brain! So what happened? Here’s what he wrote, and I quote...

“Please have a meeting with Jennifer and make sure that she understands that if she needs credit for physics in order to graduate that she will have to earn the grade.”

He even admitted that he himself wrote that e-mail.

Damn it! If he needed to talk to me about the fact I was failing his class, he could have talked to me in person or contacted my parents before having the Sub School Principle talk to me! And she didn’t even talk to me for that long! She just said,

“So, why are you here?”

“Oh, yeah! I got a referral for you...” and that’s when I got a copy of his e-mail. Hello! She didn’t even know my bloody name, thank you!

Damn.... Mom think’s A’s right on the point that I haven’t been working up to par. I KNOW THAT, THANK YOU!!!

... I just ran out of rant juice... I’m shutting up now.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Thu, 10 Feb 2005 20:33:37 GMT

Gross Domestic Product is equal to

1) Expenditures:

C (Personal Consumption Expenditures) + Ig (Net Investment + Depreciation (Consumption of Fixed Capital) ) + G (Government Expenditures) + Xn (Exports-Imports)

2) Income:

R (rents) + W (Wages= Compensation to Employs) + I (Interest) + P (Proprietor’s Income + Corporate (Corporate Income Tax + Dividends + Undistributed Corporate Earnings)) + Indirect Business Tax + Net Foreign Factors + Dividends

GDP - Deprecation = Net Domestic Product

NDP - Net Foreign Factor Income - Indirect Business Tax = National Income (R+W+I+P)

NI - Social Security Contributions - Corporate Income Tax - Undistributed Corporate Profits + Transfer Payments = PI

PI - Personal Taxes = Disposable Income

Now you through in the following:

Price Indexed in a Given Year = Price of a "Market Basket" in a Specific Year / (that's a Divided By sign there) Price of a "Market Basket" in the Base Year ALL of which is X by 100 to equal a number OVER 100. And you only use the PRICE!! Hence, it's called PRICE INDEX!!

You can also get this lovely thing by dividing nominal GDP by Real GDP, Real GDP being found by dividing Nominal GDP by the Price index in hundredths. Nominal GDP is found by multiplying units produced by price.

CPI = Bloody hell if I know 'cause the book's formula just confused the hell outah me.

Rate of Inflation = Second Year - First year ALL divided by the First Year... CPI! then times by 100.

Real Income = Nominal Income / Price Index in hundredths

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Here's the part where you ask why the bloody did she type all that economic shit? Simple.

Because Economics Formulas are the Definition of HELL SPAWN and I BLOODY CAN'T Memorize Formulas!!!!! That's why the bloody hell I put them up there! So I could try and memorize this pile of shit!

I have every-bloody-thing else down pat; it's just these fucking formulas! And yes, I just said Fucking! Who-ho me! I'm pissed, or can't you tell? This is now my RANT site! Meaning I'll post when I'm pissed! And I'm pissed! I bloody flunked a test today thanks to those fuckingly stupid formulas

Wo - another curse word. Everybody shout "horaa! She's corrupted!" like I'd give a flying @!&#!

Like the new title says. Welcome to my Personal Hell.

Monday, November 29, 2004

Mon, 29 Nov 2004 20:07:51 GMT

Hey. Been a long, long while, huh? Well... I’ll be short.

NECKO! HELP ME IN PHYSICS BEFORE I FRY TOMORROW!!!!!

Okay, I feel slightly better now. Bye-bye.

Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Tue, 29 Jun 2004 19:22:07 GMT

How long have you not seen little old me? Rather long, eh? Oh well.

I've got nothing much to say. I'm not much of a 'get it out there for the world to see' kind of person. So, let's just make this blunt. My life's fine and dandy, I'm getting a new laptop in a few days, and I'll have wierless internet to enjoy Final Fantisy XI with my new laptop.

Anything else..... Nope, that's it. Bye.

Oh yeah, and those of you who hate ROTC, rejoice. I am no longer in it. So, don't come complaining to me when the green kicks yah where the door should of hit yah.