SO WHAT ELSE

So, what have I been
up to?
WHELP.

FOLLOWED BY
AND LASTLY, SOME
And that's about it.

The first, obviously being I finally submitted and got Pokemon Black. Are you happy, you soul(silver) crushing bastards?
In all honesty, it's not as retarded as I thought it would be. I mean, it's still kind of 'what', but I do enjoy the faster battles and the storyline, even if Team Plasma are kind of annoying. Although I still dont get why so many girls are all 'I TOUCH MYSELF' over N. I mean, I love the hair, but it's green and that either indicated he dyes it or he's gotten a bad bleach and then gone swimming.

Because gang rape of badly bleached hair is the sexiest.

Anyhoe, my current team (who I do rather like), is consisted of:
- Alaliz, lvl 42, female Samurott, Bold nature.
- Darua, lvl 42, female Darmanitan, Calm nature.
- Roger, lvl 42, male Boldore, Naughty nature.
- Courage, lvl 42, male Stoutland, Lax nature.
- K, lvl 42, female Musharna, Bashful nature. (accidently named so, though I cant remember what I was going to call her)
- Hawker, lvl 42, male Zebstrika, Docile nature.
I'm up to the last gym and I;m planning on leveling up some more before taking on the Dragon Trainer. Fuck dragon types, man. Unless they're mine. And then I get to do something with the SUPERDOOPERWOOPER ANCIENT DRAGON TYPE that I apparently have to use to kick N's ass, though there's noone in my team I want to kick out 8c
Also, for the lulz, my Stoutland knows surf.

yes that's a 30 second edit of a stoutland on a surfboard. What? It's totally a surfboard.

Aside from that, I've started sewing plushies for some of my friends. The one pictured was my first one, for Eddoodle, who was named by my brother, "Fred." Kittum's is a work in the making, then is Joshua's, followed by Shawrm, then my Rorokin. I've been kind of lazy with Kittum's (it's sitting on the other side of the room, missing half it's head and sporting a half made dress), and I've managed to lose my material scissors, leaving me with ones that have about all the sharpness of a damp fish.

And lastly, I've been drawing stuff on the PC with my awesome graphics tablet. When I was younger I was a bit of a weeaboo, and my drawings were all how every single weeaboo's art looks (sketchy anime-tryhard-ish). Now that I've grown some balls, I've realised that anime really isnt all that great, and I'm trying to make my art more western-comicy styled. Something that has influenced me greatly is Awkward Zombie, which really is a great comic and you should all read it.
The drawing up there was something I did a few nights ago and is now my DeviantID on my deviantart page. You guys should totally come talk to me if you're on. If not, join the fuck up.

But yeah, I havent really been up to a whole lot. Not really made any progress in the whole crazy thing, but hey, small steps. It's been pretty much decided that I am not going back to school, though I will be completeing my school certificate. Then next year, depending on how my head decides to be and how quickly I can get over this anxiety, I will either be:
a), if I am unable to go out still, be doing distance schooling with my current school, in which case I'll be doing the same thing I am not, but with the subjects I've selected for next year (will talk about those in a moment. Even if I dont go to school next year I had to fill out the form, FYI), or -
b), if I am less crazy I will be doing either a TAFE or Uni course that is the equilivent of the HSC.

So either way, no more actually going to Bomaderry high. I had good friends there, but close to the end things just got... eh. It was hard, to say the least.

For those that care, the courses I've chosen for next year (if I do distance schooling) are:

Advanced English
English Extension
Senior Science
Ancient History
Visual Arts
Society and Culture
Multimedia
All of those are 2 units each (except for English Extension, which was either HSC only or one unit, depending on what mum ticked, as she filled the formal form out when I was sleeping), so I will be having a pretty full on two years. Or, y'know, whatever the hell the TAFE or Uni course entails. Either way, I'm kind of nervous.

Thinking about the future isnt something I like to do. It worries me and makes me tense, because I have literally no idea where I will be. Will I be okay again and doing some schooling? Will I be living in a home for the mentally unable? Will I be in a romantic relationship? Will I be all alone? Those are the things that stress me out most, so generally thinking about the future isnt doing me any favors at the current moment.

However, something I do know about the furure is that I'm always going to be lucky, in that I know that no matter what, I'm always going to have my friends by my side, even if that side is over a computer screen.
Edward, Kitty, Shaun, Roro, Joshua, DJ, Paul, Sonia, Sarah, just to name a few. I love all of you so, so much, and it's so good to know that you're there for me, even when I'm ranting and crazy.

I love you guys.

Dicks to that.

Actually, that was really lame idea and I cant follow through on my last post, namely because
a. I really hate thinking about my anxiety let alone explaining it to other people
b. I'm lazy as hell
c. I cant exactly Pokemon images with that, which is what I actually wanted to do with this blog.

So frankly,

ANYWHAYS.

In the (long) while I've not blogged, I havent really done much.

Edward and I broke up. We'd been going out for around two and a half years and all of it was amazing, but we've decided that for now we're going to be going out seperate ways. We're both okay, and we still see eachother at least once a week. Edward, you're an amazing friend and you always have been, even if you're a bit of a doodle.

Pictured: An Doodlewolf

I lost a friend because he turned out, well...
thought he was
but he was kind of like

also he had a tiny dick



I got really sick and couldnt move for about three weeks, which sucked many balls.

I've gotten in touch with a guy I've known for years (OHAI JOSHIMISTU) but only just started talking to. I dont think he has a blog but I'll definatly link if he does. He's pretty fucking hardcore and just generally a nice guy. He'll appear as a swampert until he gets online and tells me what he actually wants to be.

You're a motherfucking FROGMAN until you think of something better, Joshua.

Uh, what else...
This week I'm getting my tonsils out, which I'm pretty nervous about. I mean, fuck yeah, nicecream for a day, but the last few times I've been in hospital (when I was sick two months ago) I've had panic attacks because of the huge amount of people that are always moving and doing things around me. But Kittum, Edward and Joshua said they'd visit me, which is cool. But even still. Surgery.

I've gotten a GRAPHICS TABLET, which I abuse the fuck out of. I love it.

Aside from that, I've been mainly active on DeviantArt. Username is HeatherFoxV if anyone is interested. I've met a lot of really cool people on there (OHAI CHEESE), and it's generally a really great community if you ignore the trolls.
But oh.
The trolls.
They're fucking hilarious.

I fucking love trolls and butthurt kids. Seriously, I'll start linking stuff to here so ya'll can share the lulz.
Pissing off dickhead trolls is just generally amazing if you're doing it right. Prime examples of troll-killers are DoItForTheLulz and AngusPie, who are both amazing.


Aaaaand that's pretty much it from me.

FirstPost x 2

Today, while freaking out in my psychologist's bathroom, I had a few moments to think. Thinking, or rather being able to concentrait long enough to have a reasonable thought chain, is something I've been struggling to do for quite a while, so I was quite odded out when I was able to suddenly WORDS in my head. And the result was the following: a complete rethinking of my blog. And whie that doesn't really sound like much, even thinking about the possibility of doing what I'd like to do excited me somewhat (once again not something that happens very often). I give to you . . .

Abnormal, But Dealing With Shit
The (almost) daily journal of a 16 year old recluse trying to get back on the rails

My name is Heather Vickers. I'm 16 years old and am dealing with a lot of stuff that has basically left me unable to leave the house without, to put it simply, freaking right out. This has left me in the awkward position of being unable to complete my schooling at the moment, visit my friends or even walk my dog down the street. There are a few places I'm comfortable in, namely my house, one of my friend's houses (love you Kittum), and on occasion my aunt's house. Aside from those three places, I can't operate anywhere successfully. By definition I'm a recluse. I dont like that. On Tuesday of this week, after suddenly becoming the most depressed I ever had, I tried to choke myself to death. Luckily I'd called my mum earlier because I knew something was wrong when my mood suddenly dropped so rapidly, so she was able to come rescue me. We spent a fair amount of time in the hospital psych ward, which wasn't at all fun (those seats could not be any less comfortable to boot). I didn't have fun, and I really am sick of this whole thing.

This blog will is basically going to serve as my journal for my daily attempts at getting back to normal life,
because recluse-ism isn't in any way good. I dont want to end up in a crazy ward yet again. This is my journey (CHEEEEEESE).


Ta daaaaaaa~
Of course I'lll still be making my normal blog posts ('cos srsface, David Bowie), but I'm going to be primarily using this blog to help myself reason through my crazies and try to get back to being able to interact with something other than my pillow.

D-D-Dance Magic Dance!

Ya'll know him. Ya'll dance to his tunes. Ya'll know the goddamn sexgod*. Ya'll know David Bowie.
*Speaking in the context of 25 or so years ago when his penis still worked. Damn.

In the last few days I've developed a rather large Bowie Boner. That is, a Boner for some Bowie. I'm sure you're all familiar with this, so I will not go into further anatomical explaination as to how this is possible, what with that vagina going on and all.
But yeah, David Bowie 'sploshun. This all came about through Kitty and I watching us some Labyrinth. FUCK YES LABYRINTH. Ever since then, I swear I have not had any other song than Magic Dance run through my head.

So yeah, not all bad in the last few days.

Cant really think of anything else to post, so here's a character profile. Will put a Stephanie post up later.

Name: Christophe Dales

Age: 26

Occupation: Personal doctor

Residence: Live-in doctor at Macrombie’s Home for the Mentally Wrong

Patient: Stephanie Dowers

History: Christophe had always wanted to be a seeing-eye dog trainer. But when he met Miss Stephanie Dowers at age 16, he decided that it was to be his job to be her constant companion and personal doctor. He studied vigorously to make sure he got the grades that he needed to be able to become her carer, but always made time for the young girl, who had come to rely on her older friend. His parents deeply disapproved his relationship with Stephanie, which remained completely innocent, though did deepen to a near over-obsessive friendship. His parents were unable to understand his relationship with Stephanie and regularly abused him for having such a younger friend. Eventually he moved out of the house, unable to deal with his parent’s daily abuse anymore. He moved into a two room apartment with a classmate from the Uni he was attending. He talked almost continuously with Stephanie, either by text, phone or email and hardly slept due to his need to be in contact with her. He passed his courses with flying colours, but on the day of graduation, the one day that he was unable to be in contact with Stephanie, she had an ‘accident’. Soon after she was moved to Macrombie’s Home for the Mentally Wrong, where she was unable to talk to Christophe at all, which rapidly worsened her mental condition. Stephanie’s distraught parents begged him to apply at Macrombie’s, as she had become a danger to herself and the public and wasn’t permitted visitors. Christophe applied for the position of her personal doctor and carer, and was gladly accepted by the staff who were baffled by the girl’s behaviour. At 26 years old, Christophe became Stephanie’s permanent personal doctor and companion. The two were soon reunited much to each other’s joy, but due to the time they spent separated her mental condition was nowhere near the state it had once been. The two now reside together within the walls of Macrombie’s Home for the Mentally Wrong, Stephanie under Christophe’s careful and loving watch.

Points to whoever gets where Mentally Wrong is from

Nrrrrr

Been a fairly large dry spell in my postings lately (y'know, since April), which is where abouts I started to go crazy. Not crazy in the fun-booze-run sense, either, crazy in the cant-leave-the-goddamn-house way.
No, srsface. I haven't left the house since I went to Kitty's place last (three days short of a month ago), excluding a few non-voulinary trips to my aunts' places in which I felt horribly sick and insecure.

Not being able to really talk to people really took it's toll. Basically, I ended up doing some stupid things because I'm an idiot. I dont talk to people much anymore and find it hard to engage in any conversation, and my family are having a hard time of this. Hell, not to mention my friends I've been neglecting :/

So yeah. Block of crazy is continuing.
A few of the doctors I've been seeing have told me that trying my hardest to interect with people might help me get over my 'nurrr people nurrr' thing (not in those words, but pretty damn close. My psychologist is awesome), so here I am, back to blogger. Nothing much really interesting has been going on, so I'll just be ramblin', and maybe making up some marvelous adventures that I will no doubt be a-havin' one I'm over my bought of mental.

HOORAH

Pokepasta.

If there is one thing on the internet that I cannot stand, it's the dicks that don't know how to spell. There in an ENTIRE KEYBOARD right there at your disposal. USE IT.

The other thing that gets to me is WHEN PEOPLE FIND THE NEED TO CAPS EVERYTHING. Now as we all know, I use capslock for works when I want to emphasise them if I can't be bothered using something more subtle, such as italics. Or I am praising the awesomeness that is Team Penny. But when people USE CAPSLOCK FOR BASIC SENTENCES just because they do, I tend to automatically imagine them yelling. So reading things in all caps really does irritate me.

But when people make a combination of these two, such as in the following conversation held between one of my friend's sisters, Miss Cat and myself, I cannot help but openly laugh. Loudly.

A good friend of mine posted saying that she hates her knee. She's had a lot of problems with it recently so I went to ask if she was okay, and was suddenly visually assulted by the following:


WOT DO SIS? WAZ MUM N DADS 20TH ANNIVERSARY ON WEDNESDAY N WILLS BDAY YESERDAY N HAVE U SPOKE 2 AJ?




My eyes. Oh god.

I went to quickly mention that, y'know, ALL CAPS IS NOT NEEDED LIKE THIS. But Miss Cat had already beaten me to this point.

^how unnecessary.




Kitty, I was just about to comment on how painful it was to read. You beat me to it. xD
And what's happened to your knee now, sweety?


Friend: i dislocated my knee

HOW?




‎^you can turn caps lock off now.




WHO



You?




GET FUKED ILL WRITE 2 MY FUKIN SIS HOWEVA DA FUKED I WONT FRENCH SPANISH JANPENESE ETC RITE


Oh wow. I am so intimidated.




FUK OFF CUNT



Behold, the wordsmith.




*likelikelikelikelike*

STEPH PULL YA STUPIT CUNT OF A MATE UP NOT IN DA FUKIN MOOD 4 STUPIT SKANKS


Yeah Steph, pull up ya stupit cunt of a mate. Also 'stupit' is the irony of the day.

Yes, I can tell.




At this point I was allerted to this trollolololing.


‎....Instead of screaming at a complete stranger over facebook because they are obviously more literate than you, you who is supposed to be like 24, you could maybe leave if you're not in the mood for 'stupit skanks.' BTW, the irony of 'stu...pit' is awesome.
I'm going to go feed my fish now.


Also, being literate is not French, Spanish nor 'Japenese'. Derp.



Yeah, that part confused me too.




Now, prepare yourselves. You might just piss yourself laughing here.

FUK U MOLES IM TRYIN 2 FUKIN TALK 2 MY LIL SISTER WITOUT HOES BUTTIN IN N TRYIN 2 B ALL HARD U 2 NEED 2 GROW DA FUK UP N MIND YA OWN FUKIN BUSINESS(N STAY DA FUK OUT MY PROFILE )

Seriously. What?

You're just making yourself into copypasta. I mean, this IS a public forum, and we're not swearing at you, so...



‎.....I am also trying to talk to Steph. I care about her too. You DONT NEED TO TALK IN ALL CAPS was the point we were making. It's unnecessary and irriating. Way to freak out at a bunch of people 7 years younger than you for being able to writing properly.
Also make me stay off your profile. Block me, please do. I already have this whole conversation writen down to show my friends how much of an illiterate angry person you are (and no, that's not an insult).


hahaha real mature aii who cares wot da fuk i write in its your business coz? nar it aint so FUK OFF


Of those 22 words, only half are actually, you know, words.




You're on a public forum. It kind of is if you're spamming up my inbox. Also 'fuk' has an extra 'c' in it, because you seem to not know. Either that or you're too lazy to type one extra character.
Also this conversation has been featured in my blog.

With just the "k", you're not just being vulgar, you're being boarderline retarded.




hahahaha blah blah blah blah



See, laughing at you is what we've been doing this whole time. Nice one. :)



And none of those were words! Really, now you're just deteriorating to poo-flinging. Look, Heather! Proof of evolution!



At this point she seemed to leave. Either that or she's concocting a really NASTY 'fuk u' paragraph.

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Trollololololololololol.
Seriously. I hate people that dont know how to eengleeash.

Heffer's Day in a Poke-Summary.

First of all:

I recently found out that I have a really low tolerance for the pills I'm currently on. Because of this, for some reason or other, my sense of balance has completely gone. I literally can not walk in a straight line for any amount of time. It's rather irritating. I haven't been able to attend school because I kept falling over and hitting my head on things, so I've been at home for about two weeks. Today for the first time in quite a while I actually went outside. Unfortunatly, it was just to my mother's work because I can't be home alone and she can't take any more time off work to make sure I dont hit my head on a brick that is somehow in my room, which is where I would be. So off I wobbled to have a day at a legal office.

HOWEVER

occured. Aka, miss anonymousgothcat and my boyfriendwolf who is too much of a square to join blogger (that's right, Eddoodle, YOU). Optus did something right for a change and gave me an awesome deal, so I have unlimited texts to these fine furs, and made much use of them.
And then I leveled my Pokemon. And leveled. And leveled. And listened to some Cradle of Filth and had some coffee and leveled.
So pretty soon I had me a wicked team of Maquire, the lvl 51 Typhlosion, Roro?! the lvl 52 Lucario, Violet the lvl 48 Eevee who just didn't want to evolve into Umbreon even though he was fucking ESTATIC, Meister the lvl 50 Lugia, Chucky the lvl 50 Ampharos and Cherry the lvl 50 Starmie.

TEAM PENNY FOR THE FUCKING WIN

And even if it makes me a bad trainer, I wont deny, Roro?! is my favorite. x3 He was given to me as an egg from anonymousgothcat and I raised him good and proper (in the daycare up til lvl 30 or so). I love him so hard.

The thing about fighting/steel types is...

they can look like a whole bunch of fucking HARDCORE. And are. Also just generally awesome to adventure with.

So eventually, I got up the balls to challenge the Elite Four, a task that has daunted me since I first got my DS. Dominating throughout the battles that blocked my way to my destiny, I was momentarily shocked at the appearance of ASSFACE, my rival.

What an assface.

Then I remembered.

TEAM PENNY FOR THE FUCKING WIN

You USE Curse, you fucking Haunter. I dont even care.
And I fucking DOMINATED his ass.

AND THEN

I was liek

HEY WILL, GET YO' ASS OVER HERE




Welcome to the Elite four-

















*ded*






This process was pretty much repeated up til Lance.
Fuck.
Lance.
Damn he's good.

DO ME

But I eventually got there.


...

SO FUCKING PROUD 8DDD
TEAM PENNY FOR THE FUCKING WIN

Then I went home and saw that Kitty'd blogged, and then remembered *I* had a blog, and thought that I should probably actually *post* something on that blog.

So.

Here we are.

My day.

I'm still dizzy and vomit-feeling, but I beat the Elite Four.

And now I have a boyfriendwolf and a cat to find.

Do excuse me.
<3