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I told my parents about my grades expecting at least to hear maybe a slightly positive remark, since I felt pretty okay about them all things considered. Mom said she expected better, asked why not everything was above a 3.0 and if I'm really sure college is for me. Dad said he's disappointed but guesses one 3.0 is okay. Both of them still treating me like a big sodding disappointment. Also they took back their initial offer to pay for my fifth year, as I hadn't shown enough improvement. I can't blame them as paying for an extra year would have been awesome, but it just sorta feels like a kick in the dick. I tried so hard on so many levels to be better, to do better, this quarter. I wish I didn't hang so heavily on what they think of me, but here I am feeling crushed again and hearing "is college really for you? are you sure engineering is for you?" endlessly echoing in my head.
anything is better than the (gets a B+/A-) "you are a disappointment, I never wish to see you again." type parent that's a farcry from that though just keep in mind that the expectations of your parents will likely be far higher than you will wish, because your success is embedded into their psyche. [editline]24th December 2015[/editline] [QUOTE=Rika-chan;49379146]I was even worse when I was younger, I cracked the door to my room :v:[/QUOTE] I've broken TONS of things in response to my mothers alcoholism it's become fun to do actually
[QUOTE=Rika-chan;49379146]I was even worse when I was younger, I cracked the door to my room :v:[/QUOTE] My door has a lovely punch dent in it from when I had a mood swing, you can perfectly tell where the knuckles hit and which hand I did it with because there's actually a small scar from it. v:v:v Sometimes I think actually considering buying a punching bag wouldn't be a bad idea, but I just wouldn't have anywhere to put it.
[QUOTE=~Kiwi~v2;49380990]so in about 20 minutes it will be christmas day :toot:[/QUOTE] Its literally 10:43am here on Christmas Eve. Its so strange how you're so ahead of us.
[QUOTE=greeley;49381000]Its literally 10:43am here on Christmas Eve. Its so strange how you're so ahead of us.[/QUOTE] Well he is literally on the other side of the world, completely opposite from us, his timezone is like +11 or someshit, you can get away just changing our local time from am/pm to pm/am. :v:
Christmas Eve Merry Christmas, guys.
the pot of olives fell out of the fridge last night and cracked open like a babies skull and i had to spend half an hour clearing it up :C
[QUOTE=paindoc;49380029]I told my parents about my grades expecting at least to hear maybe a slightly positive remark, since I felt pretty okay about them all things considered. Mom said she expected better, asked why not everything was above a 3.0 and if I'm really sure college is for me. Dad said he's disappointed but guesses one 3.0 is okay. Both of them still treating me like a big sodding disappointment. Also they took back their initial offer to pay for my fifth year, as I hadn't shown enough improvement. I can't blame them as paying for an extra year would have been awesome, but it just sorta feels like a kick in the dick. I tried so hard on so many levels to be better, to do better, this quarter. I wish I didn't hang so heavily on what they think of me, but here I am feeling crushed again and hearing "is college really for you? are you sure engineering is for you?" endlessly echoing in my head.[/QUOTE] All I can say is: don't live others expectations. Usually its caused by them living their dream though you. My dad didn't party a lot, so he started to tell me shit like: "you have no life, friends or future" simply because I studied alone. He managed to destroy my psyche and within 2 mounts I failed college. Don't listen to anyone as there aren't any standards, grades are always off and caused by lots of variables. Heck I managed to get A- and D in math, because the teacher was in a bad mood. Also Merry Xmas .. I'm one of the lucky ones to open their presents 24th :D
We celebrate the 24th here, so woo.
Aw shit, Eldritch Horror is on the Tabletop Sim workshop, probably gonna have some late night christmas eve drinks and insane adventures.
how to be gay?
[QUOTE=Cuckold;49381274]how to be gay?[/QUOTE] 1. Look at men 2. Get a reaction in groin region. 3. Let the gay take control.
[img]http://puu.sh/m76SH/1067e162f3.jpg[/img] grim pls why pls why pls <3
Hey grim, where is my vidoe game?
[QUOTE=Davidn64;49381352]Hey grim, where is my vidoe game?[/QUOTE] wow you can choke on my dick lmao boom roasted
[QUOTE=Grim2o0o;49381359]wow you can choke on my dick lmao boom roasted[/QUOTE] okay
Okay nvm Steam decided to be inept and not let me redeem it, even though it says I've redeemed it. gg 10/10 drm valve Sorry Grim :c
[QUOTE=Mysterious;49381418]Okay nvm Steam decided to be inept and not let me redeem it, even though it says I've redeemed it. gg 10/10 drm valve Sorry Grim :c[/QUOTE] Send ticket to valve or wait a little. Their servers might be overloaded or something
[QUOTE=Davidn64;49381428]Send ticket to valve or wait a little. Their servers might be overloaded or something[/QUOTE] Game's not in my inventory anymore. I kept trying to activate it and it kept saying "UNABLE TO REDEEM" then it just disappeared after that. I'll probably just have to send a ticket and try to get Grim a refund.
Merry Christmas, you guys! I already got my presents so I am good, hope you get something cool as well!
So I don't have a pet cat anymore. My mum rang me up to tell me our cat was sick a few days back, not eating anymore. The same thing has happened to my old cat, 3 years back and I had to watch that poor animal starve for weeks before the vet put her down. My mum bought another one shortly after, something I wasn't too happy about. She has issues dealing with emotions and the way she just skipped any emotional reaction and went straight to a replacement mirrors the way she interacts with people but our new cat was not aat fault for this so I accepted him anyway, grew attached and all. When I moved out, I was actually concerned what it would mean for the cat, because he really, REALLY loved me to the point that he would check my room every day and wait there for me to come back. The crazy part was that the old cat got sick at this exact time, almost to the day, so it was pretty much impossible for me not to have the same old memories and emotions from that time come back. The situation didn't drag out much though. On monday, we got him to the clinic where they kept him for observation. On tuesday, we got a call that it was surgery or the end of the line by wednesday because he wouldn't be strong enough for surgery anymore. My mum was initially against the idea of having the pet get surgery because it seemed 'decadent' to her, treating an animal like that and she told me about how her father used to just throw entire litters of kittens into the freezer to die. But she didn't offer much resistance and agreed pretty much on the spot. I would have just payed for the whole thing myself anyway. But on wednesday it was clear that surgery wasn't gonna be the end of it. It was a cancer of the intestine and they would have to remove large parts of it and there was a huge chance that other organs were affected aswell. The cat would need chemotherapy and pills, as well as not being able to go outside. So I had to make a call. Part of me feels like I shouldn't have given up, the diagnosis wasn't a concrete thing at all and it really bugs me that there was still a chance things could have turned out way better with surgery. But I had to decide on the spot and left work early to drive home and collect all his favorite blankets and pillows and rugs. At the clinic he was just so excited to see me, getting right up, bony tail standing straight up, eyes keen and all like he didn't care he was sick anymore. I thought about how he had felt over those past few days in this strange environment full of unfamiliar people with needles and tubes. He was so excited and I was about to have him killed and as much as I couldn't bear the thought of having a beloved being die right in front of me, watch the life go out of them when even the thought of him being in discomfort used to bug me. But more than that I didn't want him to be alone and scared. So I pet him and kept my voice from shaking as best as I could, not to give away any sign of danger and then the syringe came. So yeah, not exactly the most cheerful start for the holiday for me. But I still hope you all have a nice christmas, not in a cynical way or anything. Genuinely merry christmas everyone
[QUOTE=H4ngman;49381510]So I don't have a pet cat anymore. My mum rang me up to tell me our cat was sick a few days back, not eating anymore. The same thing has happened to my old cat, 3 years back and I had to watch that poor animal starve for weeks before the vet put her down. My mum bought another one shortly after, something I wasn't too happy about. She has issues dealing with emotions and the way she just skipped any emotional reaction and went straight to a replacement mirrors the way she interacts with people but our new cat was not aat fault for this so I accepted him anyway, grew attached and all. When I moved out, I was actually concerned what it would mean for the cat, because he really, REALLY loved me to the point that he would check my room every day and wait there for me to come back. The crazy part was that the old cat got sick at this exact time, almost to the day, so it was pretty much impossible for me not to have the same old memories and emotions from that time come back. The situation didn't drag out much though. On monday, we got him to the clinic where they kept him for observation. On tuesday, we got a call that it was surgery or the end of the line by wednesday because he wouldn't be strong enough for surgery anymore. My mum was initially against the idea of having the pet get surgery because it seemed 'decadent' to her, treating an animal like that and she told me about how her father used to just throw entire litters of kittens into the freezer to die. But she didn't offer much resistance and agreed pretty much on the spot. I would have just payed for the whole thing myself anyway. But on wednesday it was clear that surgery wasn't gonna be the end of it. It was a cancer of the intestine and they would have to remove large parts of it and there was a huge chance that other organs were affected aswell. The cat would need chemotherapy and pills, as well as not being able to go outside. So I had to make a call. Part of me feels like I shouldn't have given up, the diagnosis wasn't a concrete thing at all and it really bugs me that there was still a chance things could have turned out way better with surgery. But I had to decide on the spot and left work early to drive home and collect all his favorite blankets and pillows and rugs. At the clinic he was just so excited to see me, getting right up, bony tail standing straight up, eyes keen and all like he didn't care he was sick anymore. I thought about how he had felt over those past few days in this strange environment full of unfamiliar people with needles and tubes. He was so excited and I was about to have him killed and as much as I couldn't bear the thought of having a beloved being die right in front of me, watch the life go out of them when even the thought of him being in discomfort used to bug me. But more than that I didn't want him to be alone and scared. So I pet him and kept my voice from shaking as best as I could, not to give away any sign of danger and then the syringe came. So yeah, not exactly the most cheerful start for the holiday for me. But I still hope you all have a nice christmas, not in a cynical way or anything. Genuinely merry christmas everyone[/QUOTE] oh my god fuck your grandfather
[QUOTE=bitches;49381540]oh my god fuck your grandfather[/QUOTE] Yeah, he also gave me razor blades to play with as a small child so I would 'learn a lesson' when I eventually did cut myself. But yeah, its crazy how people in my family treat animals. My grandfather on my father's side wanted to teach my dad about where meat came from and asked my dad for one of his pet rabbits. He then killed and butchered it in front of him "and that's where meat comes from, son". The crazy thing is that my dad was so excited, he killed all of his pet rabbits himself later that day. And he has issues dealing with his emotions towards people aswell, he either laughts at a funny joke or goes into violent fits of uncontrolled rage but there is nothing in between, not even sadness at his own fathers death. That's why it is so important to me how my parents react to events such as the cat thing
merry christmas from EST everybody poppin bottles once it gets dark B)
Merry Christmas~
isn't christmas the 25th???
Swedish Christmas is 24th. :v:
After not snowing all winter, we suddenly get snow on Christmas Eve. I feel like I live in a Hallmark movie.
[QUOTE=Saza;49381901]isn't christmas the 25th???[/QUOTE] I wondered the same thing, it's some Scandinavian thing I think :v:
Yay, another year of my father denying my bisexuality and saying "you're just confused, it's one or the other, you can't be both" Fucking baby boomers.
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