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I won the third art auction. I have decided I am done with art auctions.

I have 8 trades open right now, but that's better than the 13 trades I had open before. I now have 60k to my name that is not in trades for art. Wow I feel so poor now. It was only a few weeks a go when I had 3mill...

I got the $10 parchment commission in, here it is:

I also got the psd for this, I've just been too lazy to save a version without the watermark. Or any version, really.

About a month and a half a go my brother dumped his age-old laptop on my lap. I have a desktop that's got pretty amazing specs (Or it did in 2006, so I guess it only has average specs now) but it can only get internet connection in the basement. I hate being in the basement, so when this horrible piece of s**t laptop landed in my lap I was pretty ecstatic.

I mean, aside from the fact it has to be plugged in or it won't work, it freezes/overheats randomly, it's specs suck, it's HDD is only 19gb and I can't run anything decent on it, I love it. I have a usb wireless internet adapter that it has to use since it's too old to have a wireless card inside it. I only have one of these so I have to share it in between my laptop and my desktop. Not really a problem though since I've found myself being consumed with just being on the laptop all the time.

So, that's why I haven't been on any IM services lately. I mean, yeah, some of it has to do with me being consumed with Navy s**t but it's also because I just don't sign in on the laptop 'cause it takes away too much resources. I'll do it if I want to talk to somebody, or know someone's going to try and contact me, but I won't do it automatically whenever I'm online.

I am on Gaia pretty often though still so if you want to IM me just PM me first and I'll get on an IM if I'm online.

Speaking of Navy stuff.
ssdkjgdjsgh.

So last entry I was talking about all this load of paperwork I had to get.
Well I made two days of going all around town getting all this s**t, and then on friday I went into MEPS, which I'm not quite sure of the exact meaning because I forgot it but it's this processing where everyone in the state goes to the military headquarters so they can get their physicals done and be sworn into their respective branch, pick their jobs, get their ship dates, etc., etc.

Friday night I take the ASVAB. I finished pretty early (it is a 3 hour test) and there were 6 people from my recruitment office that went with me. So we all kind of hung together. ASVAB is the test you take to basically determine which jobs you're cut out for. It goes from 0 to 100 where 34 was the score you needed to get in order to qualify for the navy. (Keep in mind that in the military, 50 is average instead of education, where 70 is considered average).
Of my group, I got the lowest score. I got an 82, one person got a 90, and everyone else got an 85. Yeah 82 is a good score and all, but I will still pretty bummed because I got the lowest score of my group.

We went to a hotel and got paired up with people, and were allowed to go to bed at 10:30 after some speeches about useless stuff and rules. But let me side track you here for a minute-
Everyone knows everyone in the military cusses a ********. Yet, on all the pamphlets and rules everywhere, they always make it a point to write down "No profanity." What is the point of that?
Could someone please tell me what the point of that is?

I spent the better half of my day trying not to cuss around everyone until Chief started cussing and then I was like "Oh thank you I have been redeemed!" lol

Regardless.
So my roommate, as is the case with every single damn roommate I've EVER HAD, sucked. I mean she was nice (granted, way nicer than all my other roommates) but she's one of those people who can't fall asleep without the TV on.
And of course, I'm one of those people who can't fall asleep if the TV is on.

All my anger toward the generation of parents who make TVs their child's babysitters aside, WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!

I didn't get much sleep at all. I remember distinctly it being 2am and me going "Are yous till awake?" No answer. I go off and turn the TV.

Our wake up call is at 4am. We get up, do our s**t, eat, get on bus at 4:30, arrive at base sometime around 5 or 6am, wait outside the MEPS station. In the freezing cold. Outside. In the freezing cold. Outside. At 5am or so.
.... For a good 20 minutes waiting for our names to be called, then we go inside, we start doing all of these tests (hearing, vision, depth perception, drug test, the actual physical). There are over 100 people here from varying branches and ******** you better not get out of line because if you do that's another hour or more you have to wait for any particular test.

So I go to get my blood drawn, and this Indian lady comes over and asks me something and then says I shouldn't get my blood drawn, I should go piss in a cup. So I go into the area for the drug test and I'm the only one. I wander around wondering what I should do when I see a sign that says "Follow the instructions on the wall" So I do that, pissing in my cup and doing all I need to do, set it down like the instructions tell me too, when a different lady walks in and says "Did anyone watch you piss?" And I said no. And she says "Dump it out, you have to take it again."

...................

"Look, some woman just told me to piss in a cup, I didn't know-"
She shoves me out and tells me to go get my blood drawn first. The line is now however many people long. I was first in line before. D:<
STUPID INDIAN LADY

Then an old creepy guy comes in and pulls me out of the blood drawing line and sits me down in a private room and asks me a bunch of questions. He is drilling my medical history, but he is SO SLOW and CREEPY. I told him I had chicken pocks at age 6 and he starts writing down I got them when I was 14, and other various mistakes such as these which make absolutely no sense.

Finally I get out of there and get pushed back into the blood drawing line, which is now even longer D:<

Get my blood drawn, then go over to vision test.
I am legally blind without my glasses. He tells me to take my glasses off and look at the thing, and asks me "Can you see anything clearly?"
Me: "No."
Him: "Are you serious?"
Me: "Yes."
-changes some stuff-
Him: "Can you see anything clearly?"
Me: "No."
Him: "Are you kidding me?"
Me: "No."
Him: "Okay, look at my hands, how many fingers am I holding up?"
Me: (thinking to myself) IS HE ACTUALLY SERIOUS??
I pass "fingers" test with no problems.
He changes some stuff, we go through this "I can't see anything" process followed by the groaning and finger test process about 3 times before I finally think to myself, ******** it, and squint as hard as I can so I can just read SOMETHING to get the damn test over with.

It works, I get my new prescription from a different vision test, go on to my hearing test, I have almost perfect hearing (go me), and then go to my physical, very last thing.

I strip down to my skivvies, the doc checks me out, everything's okay until she starts bitching at me about how I have too much paperwork and not enough of the paperwork she needs. Then she bitches at me some more about how I lied on my medical history about me not having screws in my mouth (Okay, I'll admit, I put no for that, but it slipped my mind. I wasn't intentionally lying. It'd be stupid to lie about screws when they x-ray me). I try to explain while being courteous as possible, but then she bitches at me some more and asks how many screws I have. I say.. I dunno... 8...?
Then she looks through my history and I HAVE SIXTEEN SCREWS IN MY JAW (Wtf? Even I gaped at that. I didn't know!) bitches at me for not knowing that, then shoves some papers at me and says she doesn't need them, wants to kick my recruiter in the face for wasting her time, says I'm disqualified from the Navy, and boots me out.

It is 3pm.
I am ready to punt someone.

I go around, find my recruiter, talk to some people very angrily because I was counting on being sworn in that day, it is explained to me that it was "miscommunication" (MY a**) and that it could be easily fixed, and blahblahblah, a different recruiter drives me back home to the recruiting office, I start not being pissed any more because I'm too tired to pissed, go home, answer my dad's onslaught of questions about why I wasn't sworn in today, explain I am pissed, start trying to go to bed, where my mom asks me if I'm depressed because I wasn't sworn in today. I laugh at her and say no, I am just falling asleep, I conk out in my bed until around 8 or 9pm, get back up, the pissiness is still evident, I get online still pissed, talk to some people, go back to bed at 10pm, wake up at 1pm today, wake up STILL PISSED.

WHY AM I SO PISSED?
Check some threads, someone says something minorly offense, I pop a lid, I come write this journal,
I am still pissed.

Q IS IN UTTER d**k MODE DO NOT BOTHER ME

IF NAVY DOESN'T FIX THIS s**t I AM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE