Into the jaws of life and out barely alive!

UNGRACEFUL BASTARD!

Why... Yes... Yes I am.

What have I done this far?

Well, let's see...

Excuse meee!

1. Finished almost all exams in college. 

(That's something... Well, not quite. Knowing to say "Hello", "Good bye", and "I'm hungry." in Japanese after almost a year in college ain't something to be god damn proud of.)

2. Met new people. With similar interests. And equally insane as me. Yay!

3. Had a year anniversary with my boyfriend. Yay!

4. Had no interaction with any kind of games whatsoever... Yay?

    (Just kidding, I played Guild Wars 2 at my boyfriend's place. Wait, what?)

5. Hadn't written a single word on this blog... What? I was busy doing ... Uh ... Laundry. *terrible liar*

    Oh, studying, you ask?

6. Dyed my hair, trice. (And that is ABSOLUTELY RELEVANT WITH ME BEING THE GINGER REINCARNATION OF EVERY OTHER MAN'S DREAM... But not quite, having the looks, manners, and personality of an early born piglet.)

How I think I look.

How I really look.

Okay, that's enough expressing of my personal issues for today.

7. Tried working part-time jobs... Tried... Still looking for a real deal. 

    But, y'know... This is the drill. ALWAYS: 

Take a look at...

THE ENDLESS LOOP OF UNEMPLOYMENT, BITCHES!

...Which brings me to the next topic.

Fucking. Jobs.

Now, I don't know about you, but here in my country everything is really mixed up. First of all, there's this annoying loop of employers asking for experience from inexperienced people, who are looking for a job to GET THAT EFFING EXPERIENCE. 

It's like their whole world is going to crash and fall if they take some time to educate the carriers of YOUTH AND FUTURE about employment, responsibility and dedication. No. Not to mention that they're so freakin' scared of employing too many people with the possible risk of losing money to the same people. Here we come to the possible extortion and exploitation of poor employees that work overtime for the same pitiful amount of money they would've gotten for less effort and time.

I hate that. I immensely and utterly hate that. And I've come across some of those people, including employers, and employees. After all that ruckus and drama, I came to a conclusion that I won't, even after I get the proper education at school, get a job easily, unless my dad is rich, or I have an extremely durable vagina.

And now I understand people more! All the annoying call-operators who want to sell you shit, the hobo-ish guys and girls in skyscraper heels who give out pamphlets, the depressed people on cash registers... Every single one of them. Because they work, not because they like, or want it, but because they need the god damn money for raising babies they got when they were seventeen or to pay college fees or taxes and other crap. Being in a situation when you're not sure what you're gonna eat tomorrow takes you to the next level that you don't care where or what you work, just do it.

It depresses me, simply because I know I am one in a billion that is aware of this situation. 

Now, for a brighter topic. I'll see to it that I become more active again and shove less depressing crap in your face in order to brighten up your day. At least, I hope I did at least once by now. This was a fail. All in all, this is the worst summer ever. If things don't start going well, by the end of it I might end up one day waking up like this: 

And staying that way.

Stay strong and keep up with the scumbag life, kay? 

Jackass

Oh, hi.

Didn't see ya there.

Was too busy doing nothing.

...

Nah, not really.

My computer broke down, but it's okay now.

I'm took my little brother's.

He hates me now.

God, I'm such a mean person.

...

Also, I had a little accident.
I have to whine, I just have to.
Anyways, yesterday I was out with my friends to do some serious business training.
And after warming up and doing a lot of exercises, we decided to practice ukemi-s.
And it was going all well, until I decided to go pro and do an ukemi from a height that's not very easy to jump over.
And in the end, instead of doing this:

I kind of ended up like this:

And now I'm stuck at home.
For the rest of the spring break.
Yay me.

Well.
...At least I have coffee.

So, again, and for the last time, a little advertisement.

If you're here for the first time, you should stop by here.

And if you're not, well, thank you, keep it up.

...

Aaanywhore, I spent a lot of time thinking what to write next.

I felt agitated because in situations like this you get a lot of things on your mind but have no clue how to start.

So one day I opened a blank page. And...

It remained blank.

You may hit me with whatever that's closest to you.

But, I was thinking a lot, and I noticed that the main issue of having a gamer boyfriend (we're still talking about gamer boyfriends, right?) is, well, that girls often feel lonely or neglected.

I mean, I do.
Right now I'm just dying to see a message from him just to check in on how am I.
/goes to see phone
Nope, nothing.

And that's the main reason that many couples break up. 

Everybody needs attention right?

So, here we go.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

I mean, why in the hell would anyone not break up with a boyfriend that's not paying attention to his girl?

I believe ya.

It really is as simple as that.

And I support it.

In... One way or another.

Now, I have to explain this in a way that won't be too demanding, because it really is complicated.

As I mentioned earlier, there are like, a million ways to get the attention of a gamer.

But girl, if you have to do that every single time, you're in a mess.

I mean, the things I suggested are not really the key to solving the whole issue of a gamer.

They're merely just something that could spice up a relationship. 

Nothing more than that. 

Hope that made things clear. 

Here, have a Grell for a reward.

Now, to elaborate all of this, let me tell you something.
In every freakin' relationship you'll come to a point where things somehow just don't work right.
And it can be frustrating, but it's nothing too serious.

For example, there are a lot of stuff to do: school, exams, work, etc.
Besides that, studying, getting enough sleep and having a social life also count.
It's fuc*ing tough, I say.
And a gamer can have all of that, and god damn it, also play games.
Where does the girlfriend fit in?
Almost nowhere.

U-huh.

That is, if you respect the guy's privacy.
I mean, he has friends.
He has a job/school/whatever, I guess.
And well, he won't always have the time to stop and talk to you for hours about how you broke your heel on the way back from a party, or how you lost your favourite necklace.
It's just not the way things work I guess.

So, in these situations, girls have 3 stages.

First one is:

Waiting

So, you call your boy to check in on him:
- He has chores.
- He has to study.
- He's out with friends.
- He's ingame.

And you're like: 'Oh, ok, sure, have fun, good luck, whatever. I'm off to cook. I'm gonna study too. Maybe have a cup of coffee with my friends.'
...
And after a while:
'God damn it, why isn't he calling?' ... 'It's all right, let him have his privacy.'
...
The morning after:
'Fu*k this sh*t, I'm gonna call him.'
You take out your phone and type in his number and then stare at it for a few minutes.
/inner self appears
'Nooo, don't be so pitiful, have some priiide, wait a little more.'


But you're like:

...
And then you decide not to anyways.
Then comes stage two:

Suffering


Trapped in your own pride, you sit at home and wait for a call, or a message.
You check your e-mail three times. Every minute.
You repeatedly refresh his facebook profile.
You visit almost every social network page you know he's on, except the site he made for his guild.
You don't even remember the name of that site, even if you decide to check it too.

And then, all of a sudden, crazy thoughts come to your mind.
He has another girlfriend.
He likes his games more than me.
He likes his friends more than me.
He likes his school more than me.
He has another girlfriend.
Yeah, that's it.
'Sweet Jesus, I'm such a fool.'

And then, you put your earphones in, play the most saddest, pathetic song ever and cry like a baby, having slow motion flashbacks of you and him having fun and running and holding hands and sh*t.

He doesn't love me!

Third stage:

Well...Fuck.

So, you're emotionally dead.

Ready, cool, calm, and all dreessed up in a bitchy attitude.

Just before you decide to end it all, a last minute message appears:

From: Douchebag Boyfriend 

(you changed his name from Sweetheart to this between eating ice cream and calling your best friend to tell her how badly he treats you)

'Hey sweetie.
Just wanted to let you know that I miss you.
♥'

And that's where it all stops.
'Aww, he sent me a heart, that's so sweet!'

/turns back his name
/replies with a heart

Aaand...
Everything is back to normal.
And you're like:

I mean... That's what happened to me a few times.
Maybe it's me... Yes? .. Maybe? ... No?
Forgive me.

Well, I wanted to spice it up a bit, to show you how every relationship basically looks like, not only a relationship between a gamer and non-gamer.
But girls really have a complicated mind.
So don't be fu*king surprised all of that can happen in one's head in less than a day.
...One does not simply underestimate a girls brain.

...

Well, that's about it for now.
I'm off to rest my back a little.
Maybe check my phone for messages, too.
Haha.

Hope you enjoyed, and remember:

'Cause you're a cool girlfriend. Yeah.