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Posted April 21st 2012 at 03:42 AM by i_like_black
So I keep thinking I should design myself a signature. Just, you know, so people can see how awesomely talented I am. And stuff like that. But I'm lazy, and I lost the cord that connects my phone to my laptop, and I'm not to great at using my iPod camera yet. I kind of wish I knew where the cellphone cable was, so I could put it back where it belongs - on my computer desk.
I've been considering drawing and painting. I haven't actually done anything yet (it's been a few months since I did anything), but according to Louise, I'm too good to not do anything. I also have a half finished painting that I was commissioned to do (I get paid when it's done) last year . . . so I really should finish that.
I tidied up my other desk, so I now at least have a space to draw in should I succumb to the desire, and I'm charging my iPod, meaning I'll have music to listen to whilst I draw. A necessity, as I'm sure you're aware.
I've decided that the full story of what happened in Taupo can stay in Taupo, it will be too shameful and frustrating to re-live it. The major salient point though:
The duty solicitor advised me to enter a "not guilty" plea as he believes I have a case, and he also thought it wasn't worth travelling that far to plead guilty.
I have been remanded at large (which basically means released with no conditions) until the hearing on June 18th, which my mother, as the complainant, must attend.
And that's that.
The lady from the LTSA came today. What kind of a company sends people to your house on a Saturday? So she handed me the paperwork and asked me to send in my license when I can. That's not going to happen. It's my I.D., it's not going anywhere. She said they'll send me a new one when I get it back, but that's beside the point. I need to have some form of I.D. - so I've hidden it. And will only have it on my person when absolutely necessary.
I'm sure Joti didn't realise just how much she was fucking up my life when she arranged for it to be revoked. There's all sorts of jobs that I can't apply for because you need to DRIVE to do them. I can't DRIVE anywhere. Which means I'm stuck in this shithole that is my mother's house, I can't even MOVE until I get my license back because I need a way to transport my stuff!
Or maybe she did realise, and she's just a spiteful old bitch. After all, she's the one that said that if I wouldn't take my medication she'd hospitalise me and make sure the mental health act got extended for 6 months. And look at me now, no meds, no hospital, and doing mostly alright. I think part of the problem was that she was pressuring me.
I'm grumpy now. I'm sick of feeling like I'm at a dead end and having my license revoked has just made that WORSE. I can't get a better job, I can't GO anywhere, I can't do anyfuckingthing. I hate it. ROAR.
I've been considering drawing and painting. I haven't actually done anything yet (it's been a few months since I did anything), but according to Louise, I'm too good to not do anything. I also have a half finished painting that I was commissioned to do (I get paid when it's done) last year . . . so I really should finish that.
I tidied up my other desk, so I now at least have a space to draw in should I succumb to the desire, and I'm charging my iPod, meaning I'll have music to listen to whilst I draw. A necessity, as I'm sure you're aware.
I've decided that the full story of what happened in Taupo can stay in Taupo, it will be too shameful and frustrating to re-live it. The major salient point though:
The duty solicitor advised me to enter a "not guilty" plea as he believes I have a case, and he also thought it wasn't worth travelling that far to plead guilty.
I have been remanded at large (which basically means released with no conditions) until the hearing on June 18th, which my mother, as the complainant, must attend.
And that's that.
The lady from the LTSA came today. What kind of a company sends people to your house on a Saturday? So she handed me the paperwork and asked me to send in my license when I can. That's not going to happen. It's my I.D., it's not going anywhere. She said they'll send me a new one when I get it back, but that's beside the point. I need to have some form of I.D. - so I've hidden it. And will only have it on my person when absolutely necessary.
I'm sure Joti didn't realise just how much she was fucking up my life when she arranged for it to be revoked. There's all sorts of jobs that I can't apply for because you need to DRIVE to do them. I can't DRIVE anywhere. Which means I'm stuck in this shithole that is my mother's house, I can't even MOVE until I get my license back because I need a way to transport my stuff!
Or maybe she did realise, and she's just a spiteful old bitch. After all, she's the one that said that if I wouldn't take my medication she'd hospitalise me and make sure the mental health act got extended for 6 months. And look at me now, no meds, no hospital, and doing mostly alright. I think part of the problem was that she was pressuring me.
I'm grumpy now. I'm sick of feeling like I'm at a dead end and having my license revoked has just made that WORSE. I can't get a better job, I can't GO anywhere, I can't do anyfuckingthing. I hate it. ROAR.
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