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Monday, May 3, 2010

You Know Those Web-Cam Weirdos

I hate them. Seriously, why do you do what you do? Ok, I'll explain. Yesterday I was on yahoo, just checking my mail, and some random person dings me. I'll admit, they weren't completely random, they'd requested to 'connect' with me or whatever, and I said yes. I'm not in the habit of adding random people-in fact I frequently go through my social networking accounts, the two I have, and delete people I don't really think I know that well-but I didn't think it was a random person. The name was strangely similar to a friend of my mom's, so i'd accepted, thinking she wanted to talk to me about my mom. They weren't a friend of my mom's, obviously, but I was still fine with that. I'm a friendly person, I'll talk to a stranger so long as they don't try to make the conversation too personal or dirty. They asked where I was from... twice, seeming only like some auto thing that wasn't even paying attention to what I said back. Here's our conversation and I'll explain the rest of why I hate them after:
After I said where I was from...
Them: I love flirting on my web cam.
Me: That's nice?
Them: Do you have a web cam?
Me: No. I don't do web cam chats. I find only weirdos do.
Them: I mean... Do you want to see me on my web cam?
Me: No, thanks. I'm fine with chatting to you like this, even though I don't know you, but I don't do web cam talks-period.
Them: Here's my website-whatever it was, I didn't care-if you want to come check me out. I'll be waiting for you.
Me: Thanks for that. You can keep waiting-I'm not interested. Good luck with your next scam, Web Cam Weirdo.
And then I blocked them. Another wierd thing about it. It was a woman. Obviously, that doesn't sound so weird to start out with, but it does when you learn that I'm a straight woman. I mean, come on, did she-or whoever that was, I don't really know-even research her target at all? I mean, I never told her I was straight, but I certainly never said I was interested in anything more than casual chattering with another human being. I didn't want to be rude and assume she was a weirdo-until the end, when I knew she was-and jump the gun by saying, "Whoa, hey, I'm straight, so..." You know?
Why do people do that anyway? Every time you chat with someone online its got to be... gross. Why's that, uh? Can you not just be in need of a normal conversation and find another normal person to chat with online? I guess not. I guess all the normal people already have friends online to talk to so they don't need strangers. I mean, I do, too, but I usually don't care about any kind of chatting online. I'm usually too busy researching or whatever, you know?
Well, that's all. People are weird, gross, and stupid. Yay, life. =]

Saturday, May 1, 2010

That's Right, I'm A Dork.

Obviously, but yes, I am a dork. I watch anime. Not religiously and I don't watch everything I can possibly find, but I'll admit, I used to. Back then I was depressed, bored, and desperate for something different. Little cartoon Japanese people seemed different enough, so it worked for a while-until I got bored.
While I say I watch anime, I really should say I watch one anime. Naruto. Yeah, yeah, all the weird little poser kids watch it, but I can't blame them. I'm not sure what it is about that show, but I swear, there's something freaking addicting about it. I just have to know what happens, you know? That anime, Bleach, too, but it's just so boring anymore I can't make myself sit there and watch it. I'll just wait until it's over to read about how it ends.
Anyway, Naruto is on my mind right now, so that's what I want to talk about. I didn't watch it for a long time-I'd lost my interest in it and basically everything for a while-but I recently caught up. And boy, it has gotten good! Finally we're finishing up the bad guys, even as the good guys-like Sasuke-are becoming the new bad guys.
I know all the little fangirls love Sasuke, and although I hate them for it, I love him, too. Don't get me wrong, he is a little whiny, emo-boy brat who just needs to grow up and get over it, but there is just that something about him that makes you want him to succeed no matter what, be friends with Naruto again, and end up with Sakura. I loved Itachi always, too. I knew he was a good guy at heart-I just couldn't accept him as anything but. However, maybe he wasn't all that smart, cause really, who gets their high-potential little brother to grow-up getting crazy powerful on a lifetime of hate, hoping it'll just magically go away when he kills you? Man, do I want Madara dead. I mean, sure, the series would've died with boring if Sasuke would've just packed it up and went home after killing his brother, but it seriously pisses me off for some geezer to manipulate him into becoming the new bad-ass bad guy.
With Sasuke and Naruto and everyone in that show, I just have to know what happens to them. And what they do next! Uh, well, that's all for now. This blog is my whim, so... Voila, I'm done for now.

I Have Created A Blog... What Happened To Me?

I always promised myself that I would never ever, ever create a blog, but here it is. My blog. Really, if I think about it, I was practically destined to have a blog. I have far too many opinions to not attempt to share them in some way, even if they never reach anyone. I have no delusions about my blog becoming popular or anything like that. Though it'd be nice to discuss some things with someone some times, I really couldn't care less if it doesn't happen. This is basically going to be like a diary for me, I guess. One that's online, out there for everyone, except it won't be mushy-or so I'm hoping-and I won't say my name or use any real names. It could be fun-until I get bored with it, anyway. So, here it is. A taste of what my blog will be like. Just me. Chattering on and on. Honestly, I have no idea how people can stand to read these, but hey... I'm writing one so I guess I can't judge. I'm not very sure how these things are supposed to work-nor do I care to know-so I'll just do it however I want. I mean, it's only for my satisfaction anyway, right?