Yesterday, I learned that some people had occupied an empty flat in our building. It's diagonally down from us, so we're pretty close. I didn't even notice the old tenants were dispossessed of their home, but seemingly they couldn't pay the rent and thus they were taken out.

Today, just an hour ago, one of the occupiers started shouting very loud, cursing and saying he would set the building on fire. I ignore the origins of this fit of rage, because he had access to the flat, so I guess it's because he was notified that the neighbours called the police or were about to take legal actions to take them out. What I know for sure is that he spent like half an hour being a pain, shouting and cursing non-stop.

Once we thought he was done, we started hearing a heavy noise, like if he was "fixing" the door. It was a very loud noise, and he seemed to deliver the hits with rage because they sounded violent. Luckily, it's been quite some time without hearing any noise, so the situation seems calmed.

Just another proof that a squirrel could cross Spain three times jumping from an idiot's head to another idiot's head. And it hasn't yet been 48 hours since the flat was occupied, so I'm afraid this story has just begun. First was the brothel whose clients mistook which bell they had to ring at 2 AM, and now we have this. I never thought I would miss so much the times where everything was peaceful around here.

Wow was I ever in a serious funk this last week or so. It might have even been 2 weeks. I think since the start of May I've been feeling off and only in the last day or 2 have I started to feel normal again. Probably helps that I've been pretty busy this week with stuff that isn't really about me so I'm focusing on other people instead of myself. That has probably helped a lot.

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I might finally be done with a fever that lasted almost an entire week, and then came back the other day. For Memorial Day weekend, my family and I took a trip to a hotel that was a state away. The morning after we got there, I caught a fever and had to stay at the hotel with my mom while my dad, brother, and sister went out and had fun. Two days later, we all got back home and my fever was still there. It  lasted a couple more days, and then it vanished.

I thought my fever was completely gone, but the other night, I got really hot in my room and felt miserable. I checked my temperature and my fever had returned Panicking, I decided to get out of my room and sleep in my basement where it's freezing cold. Well, it worked because the next day, my body temperature was even lower than it's supposed to be. Since then, that's how it's been.

Things have still been rough since I haven't even been able to leave the house in over a week. Today is my parents' anniversary and my mom has kidney stones.

This summer has been quite the bumpy ride and I hope it gets better soon.

So, like, ohmigod. Just got back from the Caravan Palace concert and they were bloody stunning live! I swear, recordings don`t do the music justice now that I`ve seen them perform it live. So much energy! So much talent! They all played multiple instruments, well, except the singer and DJ. She was too busy dancing and he was in the shadows. Funny thing, that; the DJs a real dark black guy, like non mixed looking. Save for the glow of equipment and the occasional light strobing on him you couldnt see him at all, almost forget he exists. Which reminds me: the opener! Dude was bloody fantastic, talented. He both DJed and played the violin simultaneously. It was really interesting to watch him do this. Everything about his set was done live, on the fly; even the loopings and modulation of the output of his violin. Some DJs dont do stuff like that - Deadmau5, for example - and instead choose to do something more akin to a memory game, albeit a mighty complex one but still. God, I`m almost tempted to go to pride and try his performance he was so good. Which brings me to another thing... How many different types of people were attendence! I saw everything from a preteenn girl to grand parents, hipsters and preppies, a transvestite (dude was already tall and in heels, like 7ft altogether. Pulled the outfit off though; better than most of the woman I know could have if I`m being honest) and an asian gangster. Hell, there was even an old, traditional minded looking couple sitting beside a gay couple without so much as a sour glance! By the end if the concert we were all the same, though. We all adored the funky beats and high energy of the show, sung along to Black Betty (yea, they played a swing version of that song!) and clapped along during Dramaphone. I bloody love how good music can bring people together

I'm here for my semiannual check in to Vizzed. :3

My computer keeps doing strange things over and over: icons missing from my desktop, programs that suddenly don't want to run, links that disappear or lose their functions...

It first happened with the icon of my internet connection. It showed the intensity and the other connections available within my range. One day, without warning, the icon changed permanently to the usual icon it used to show it was attempting to connect. Therefore, now I don't know the intensity of my connection, nor am I able to change it to another if it ever goes down.

The latest thing is a double link to "Downloads" in the left panel whenever I open any folder. It's annoying because the new icon makes the left panel too big to show all icons at the same time, so a scroll bar is needed. And everything because of a stupid double link that has appeared out of thin air.

I'm growing very impatient to get my new computer. Getting rid of all these issues and the constant over-ventilating it seldomly produces will be such a relief. Meanwhile, everyday is a mystery as to what will this computer do to me to show me it's not going to be a good day from the get-go.

I'm sick of how many times I accidently injure myself, been to the hospital at least 3 times in the past 3-4 weeks with the most recent time being because I accidently stabbed myself. Lets see, I tripped on my dog, I hurt my pelvis falling off a bus, I drank something I wasn't supposed to because the label was misleading, it all sucks.

Zlinqxthecooluser™: 

I'm not actually sure why I returned to Vizzed, I just kind of did, now I'm finding a lot more people who are younger than me because this site has great appeal to younger people, and it's really weird.

Edit: Scratch that,  I remember I returned for the market.

Having a cell phone can be convenient for the most part, but other times it's such a pain.

Starting in the middle of June, my phone kept freezing or kicking me out of just about every app, even the pre-installed ones like YouTube. I thought it was a temporary problem that would eventually fix itself and disappear, but by the end of June it was still occurring just as frequently. My dad was having the same problem so he and I both called T-Mobile to see if they knew how to help us solve this growing issue.

They walked my dad through some simple steps and within 20 minutes he was finished with their instructions. His phone worked better for less than a week and then it started misbehaving again. We called T-Mobile again, this time for my phone, to find out if their instructions would work for me. Well this time a different person answered and she was much more helpful. Her instructions lasted longer and were less simple, but after I was finished with them I knew exactly what to do. I was able to successfully back up some of my phone's data.

My dad and I had to go into the T-Mobile store and have them walk us through the rest. They backed up the other parts of our phone's data and after that they had to factory reset our phones. I was glad they could back up our data because once our phones were turned on, it was clear that we were completely starting over and we needed to re-install all the apps that we had before.

They told us during this whole process that the reason our phones were acting up so much is because of 2 apps. Battery Doctor and Clean Master are apps that are supposed to better your phone's performance but they made it worse since they contain viruses! Now that I no longer have those apps and the viruses were wiped out of my phone, it's working really well again! My dad can say the same about his phone.

It's really depressing to see how people in here want to just earn money and do nothing in exchange, not even being nice.

The mindset of "I'm having a bad day and I'll allow no one to have a good day" is just one of the many poisons going through the minds of probably hundreds of thousands of people. You expect them to do their work, but they do whatever they want or feel like, even failing to see the benefits of playing nice once in a while.

It's so depressing that I'm going to include in my resume when looking for a job that I'm 300% available to leave the country if needed. My good level in English, hopefully coupled with an official title when grades come up next week, should grant me the chance to leave this rotten place.

How I love those days in which you just want to see the world burn....

I think I'll go on a rant about my life in addiction. I always wanted to get this stuff out there, but never really found an appropriate place on the board to really throw it all out there. Today that changes!
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When I was 16, literally a day or two after my birthday, I smoked weed for the first time. I had recently been through a rough time in my love life. At least I considered it rough at the time. Looking back, it wasn't really anything to care about, though I guess maybe it was to some extent. I broke up with a girl I really liked, to be with one that I had cared for a lot longer than the first. This ended badly within a few weeks, and I was really disappointed in myself. For both letting the first one go, and contributing somewhat to why the second did not work out. I just wanted something to make me feel better, anything that would help take my mind off of it. So a friend of mine had wanted me to try weed for a little while, and I agreed to do so. Honestly, It was really fun. We went into the woods behind this little gas station, and had bought some munchies to go with what we were smoking. Anyway, this was the first time I had ever tried anything like this, and I fell in love with it. The world seemed like a more beautiful place, if only my perception of it. Everything was funnier than before, all my worries just drained away, and I really enjoyed the "happiness" that came from doing it. At the time, it was exactly the emotional numbing that I was searching for.

So, shortly after this, this friend and I started to do this on a daily basis. I had gotten my license on my 16th birthday, as well as had a car, so we would just drive around most of the day when I wasn't at work, and would just smoke and talk the entire time. I remember there was one time I was literally eating a hamburger, had my phone tucked against my shoulder under my cheek talking to someone, had a pipe in the other hand, was driving with one knee on the wheel, and had my friend light the pipe for me in between taking a bite of the food lol. Not exactly safe, but it was really ironic that I ended up getting rear ended by someone else while doing so. Luckily there was no damage, so I just told them not to worry about it (I think they were a little drunk, so it was a win-win for neither of us to say anything to the police). Since I was working almost full-time, I had plenty of money to fund my habit. There was never any issues with being able to afford most of what I wanted, which also lead to me using more and more often. On top of all this, after a short while at work, when I learned to do the job well, I was also "allowed" by the management to smoke at work. As long as it didn't effect your work performance, they didn't care. I'm one of those people who can function extremely well under the influence, so they didn't mind in the slightest I smoked, even doing so on each of my smoke breaks. I didn't even smoke cigarettes, and knowing this, they would still give me a "smoke break" every so often, knowing fully what I intended to do lol. 

So, after becoming accustomed to being high all day every day (I would also smoke every morning first thing, even before school each day), I eventually started to experiment with other drugs just to see what they were like. The next thing I tried was Xanax. I loved how relaxing it was, but it didn't exactly give me the euphoria I was looking for. Xanax is a lot like alcohol, just without it doing anything that could upset your stomach. They actually both effect the brain in extremely similar ways as far as anxiety goes. A year or so prior to this point, I had to have 4 wisdom teeth removed, and was prescribed Vicodin for the pain. I never actually needed them for the teeth themselves, and only ended up taking them 4 days later from the headaches caused by not being able to really eat anything. I remembered how good they would make me feel, especially when I smoked on them. This lead me to try Percocet for the first time. If I thought weed was love at first try, then I'm not even sure what words to use to describe how much I enjoyed this. My personality being about as addictive as they come, I wanted to experience that joy the same way I had the weed, meaning as much as humanly possible. There was a guy I worked with, one of the managers actually, who was really big into using them, and would often buy a few entire prescriptions of them from people he knew. He would be willing to sell them to me for a very slight profit, so we each considered this a win-win situation. Due to having plenty of funds, and a constant source to acquire them, I started using them on a daily basis as long as my budget allowed it (which was a lot more days than not).

It didn't take long for me to start showing signs of addiction, and psychologically, I was already addicted to the weed. Even before the pain pills, I started to let my grades slowly slip, there were a few occasions I spent too much on the habit, leading to paying a few bills late, and I was much more irritable, though not to any extreme yet, when I was forced to go without it. I started hanging out with new people who were also into the habit, not only since we enjoyed doing it together (it didn't matter who, as long as that's what I was doing), but to also make more connections to obtain it. Before long, I could find what I wanted on any given day without ever worrying about the availability of it. A lot of these new "friends" were really shady people, and I ended up getting robbed a couple times before I really wised up to how "the game" went. My family and co-workers were starting to notice the difference in me, but it changes you just gradually enough that's it hard to really know for sure the cause, and by then it's almost always too late. 

So one day before school, it was business as usual. I was smoking in my car in the school parking lot before the bell rang, though something was a little different today. I decided to smoke out of a paper instead of using a pipe. I didn't realize at the time paper makes the smell stick to everything MUCH worse. I was bringing in some canned food for a charity thing at school, and dropped it off on my way to my locker, passing by the teacher as I put it all in the box in our classroom. As I got back to the room, the Vice Principal was at the door waiting on someone, who happened to be me. Apparently the teacher could smell the weed on my clothes, and reported it to him. This wasn't a great day for me to get caught, seeing as how I had about 25 Xanax in my pocket on that day. To be fair, I had them on me most days, since I was selling them to some of the other students I knew, but still it was not great timing. I was also taking one or two every day right after lunch, so I was good and loose for playing Basketball every day in gym. I kept trying to dump them in a trash can on our way to the office, but he wouldn't let me out of his sight long enough to do so. So they ended up finding them, and I convinced them I wasn't selling them somehow. Since my mom worked for the school district, we managed to work out a deal of if I went to rehab, then they wouldn't press charges, and would also not expel me. So I got off with a week suspension, and had to attend outpatient rehab.

While attending rehab, I figured out that due to what I was there for, they were not testing my urine for Oxycontin (or oxycotton. A very strong painkiller). Oxy shows up differently than other opiates in urine, so it must have it's own test to detect it, though modern tests almost always cover it now. Since they weren't testing me for it, I learned I could use it as much as I wanted, and they still thought I was clean. So my habit became entirely focused on just Oxycontin, and nothing else due to the circumstances. I would actually be using drugs in the rehab bathroom some days so I could be high in our group therapy meetings. After this went on for a couple months, my parents finally caught on (the rehab never did lol), and pulled me out of the rehab since it wasn't making any difference, if not just making things worse. So when it was all said and done, I got away with pretty much everything I had done up to this point. 

Not long after this, my parents had me quit my job, assuming that's where I was getting most of the substances I was abusing. Even though it played a part, by this time most of my sources for it were outside of work anyway, so me quitting my job only made things worse. Since I no longer had a steady stream of income, I started resorting to stealing to pay for my habit. I was already very addicted, and just didn't realize it yet. Other than being irritable, I showed no symptoms of withdrawal or anything along those lines, so in my own mind using was still just for fun. I would only steal when I absolutely had to, and most of the time I would just do work for my family to earn the cash I needed. This is about the time things really started going down hill. I would occasionally steal money or jewellery from my parents or sisters from their rooms when no one else was around. My parents had accumulated so much of it, it actually took them a while to notice any was gone. 

Once they started cracking down on me, I ended up running away for about a week when I was almost 18, though I never intended to do it really. I only left in the middle of the night to hang out with some friends, and ended up spending the night with a girl I met a few weeks earlier. I wanted to spend more time with her, so I just stayed at her place most of the next day. I found out that night my parents had called the police and reported me as missing. I was too scared to go home at that point, knowing how much trouble I'd be in, so I just stayed at the girls place for about a week before deciding I shouldn't drag it out any longer. My parents were really happy to see me, though they knew I was ok that entire time. This was because they and the police were calling people trying to find me, and one of my friends told them I was ok, but wouldn't tell them where I was. 

From all this happening, me and the girl I just mentioned ended up dating for the next 2+ years. Most of that time I was either staying at, or living with, her and her family. I had a few different temp jobs along the way, as well as still doing work for my family to earn money. She was also using as well, so I would make money for us to get high most every night. One of the friends I made that same summer I met her actually became my Heroin dealer for the longest time, and who we always had bring us what we wanted. Between the two of us, we spent about $20 - $50 a day on our habit, at least when we could afford it. Things were like this the entire time we dated. The only reason we broke up down the line was we broke down and finally stole a few video games from her family to sell, and she made the mistake of leaving the receipt from it in her car for her mom to find. She never said I had any part in it, but they pretty much knew we had been using drugs together, and didn't want us seeing each other anymore. She was still a minor, so there wasn't much we could do about it. Well, she decided I wasn't worth the trouble it would take to keep dating me anyway. 

This just fueled my habit even more, and it wasn't long before my parents wouldn't let me live with them either because of all the horrible things I had done to them along the way. I was homeless for a while, but at least had a van to sleep in. I would park in the back of this apartment complex where the police couldn't see my car from the road, and sleep there each night in the back of the van. It was just big enough in the back where I could move the seats and barely lay down flat, so at least I had that going for me. I didn't have any money, so I would have to go see my mom at her work (the school) each morning, and she would give me just enough food to hold me over for the first bit of the day. Then, I'd go off and do whatever I could to make / steal some money and try to get high for the day. Finally one of my using buddies let me start staying with him and his mom. We became partners in crime for about a month, doing whatever we had to to find a fix. We would rob, cheat, lie, steal, or pretty much anything else we had to. His mom kept food in the house and paid the bills, and knew we were addicts, but didn't realize how bad it really was. She was under the impression we were getting better / not using.

After a month or so of this, I ran into one of my closest friends I grew up with. He offered to let me come live with him and his dad, as long as I started working and paid my fair share. I got a job at Kroger, and was fired 2 weeks later for failing the drug test. The sad part is the Regional / District Manager actually told me if there was any possible way to work around the system and keep me, they would have. I had just enough money to pay for a months rent, and only ended up living with the friend for about 2 months altogether. I was still using this entire time, albeit with a different friend I had made. This friend and myself would actually buy enough of what we were using to sell to other people just enough to be able to use for free essentially. I did this for most of the 2 months, until said friend ended up in jail. Most of the contacts we were using were all the people he knew, so I could no longer obtain what I needed to keep the trend going. The friend I lived with actually paid the second months rent for me, though I didn't find out about this until a couple years later (I moved out at the end of the second month, so I just assumed I got out without paying his dad for it).

My parents were willing to give me another chance at this point, though I didn't deserve it. After a couple more years of skating by, still using of course, but without stealing from them I managed to get my old job back where this all started. I was still using for the first 6 months or so while working there. Finally something amazing happened, and one of the guys that was transferred from another store was being prescribed a certain medication that is used to help addicts get clean. It's called Suboxone, and is very similar to Methadone in it's medical use. He was selling them to help support his family, due to losing his position at the other job location. I would buy as much of his prescription as I could every month, and even though it wasn't through a doctor, was using the medication to keep myself off of everything else.

I actually managed to keep the dose very low, and was successful in keeping myself clean for about 2 and a half years until he no longer could sell them to me. I very slowly weaned myself off of it, and by this time I was living with my current best friend and his girl in their house. A few months after weaning myself off, they split up, and I had to find my own apartment. From living on my own, since my best friend really helped keep me in check, and one of my old buddies getting out of prison and reconnecting with me, I found myself using again. This went on for nearly a year, until I ended up getting an eviction notice from not being able to pay my bills. This was the moment I had finally had enough. I couldn't stand to live my life this way anymore. I couldn't stand being so dependent on something that was destroying me, inside and out. I couldn't stand the people that were around and also using. I hated not being self-sufficient. I hated myself for allowing things to turn out this way. I hated myself in general. I still hate myself to this day. 

So I went to outpatient rehab again, and it didn't really help. I would literally leave the meetings, only to immediately call my dealer and go pick something up. Not long before this, I was arrested for drug possession. I realized I was too high to drive, and pulled over in a lot to sleep it off. I woke up to being ripped out of my car and thrown into the ground by the police. I didn't have the chance to hide anything, so they found the pills and weed I had on me. Part of me getting my sentence reduced was I agreed to attend rehab. This took place after the eviction notice, but before actually going into rehab. So realizing I'd be violating my probation and would end up in jail, or maybe even prison, for 6 + months, I decided I needed to attend inpatient rehab. 

My parents found this amazing place called The Ridge, which is like a 7 bedroom mansion that houses up to 15 people, and it's an inpatient facility for addicts. This place was literally as nice as you could possibly imagine. Most of the day, we would be doing group meetings and talk about what haunted us or what caused us to use, as well as more positive ways to cope and handle the addiction. We would also go out to an AA / NA meeting every day. We got to go to the YMCA 3 - 4 times a week, as well as going to the movies every saturday. We also got to see our families every Saturday and Tuesday (if they would / could come) for lectures on addiction, as well as having lunch with them at a restaurant on Saturday before we actually saw a movie. All of the meals in house were cooked by a 5 star chef who owns his own restaurant as well, so we were fed really good. Most of us there put on 20 - 40 pounds in a month lol. The house also has an in-ground pool in the backyard, as well as a huge field for a front yard, and in our free time we could throw a Frisbee or football around out front, as well as having a corn-hole set to use. There was also a pretty big pond in the front yard, and they had fishing poles for us to use to go fishing. This place was AMAZING. Even all of the staff were fantastic. 

So, I've been clean ever since attending that facility last September. I've got almost 11 months clean now, and my year date is at the end of August, on the 27th. I still attend weekly after-care meetings at the office branch of the facility, which is called Northland. I keep in contact with a few of the people I met there, and consider them good friends. I'm so grateful for the opportunity for a better life that they helped give me, along with my family helping get me in there. Words cannot describe how grateful I am. My addiction is still a huge hassle I have to deal with on a daily basis, but it's no where near as much of a struggle as trying to live my life strung out. I only pray I can keep everything in check, and don't ever fall back into my old ways. It's slowly getting easier with time, but complacency will only lead to my downfall. Wish me luck my friends


If you managed to read this entire story, you're either crazy, really care about me (don't see that happening), or refuse to quit something halfway through lol
No matter the reason, Thanks for reading!!!

I move into my dorm a month from tomorrow. My roommate, who lives in Mumbai, was supposed to move in on the 14th, but now he's not sure when he gets to move in it seems. It's going to be exciting, since it'll be the first time I'll live without my mom and brother.

OH I GET THIS THREAD! Very simple clever way to have people up thier word count per post, from what I see. BUT, if spamming on site is now law, I cannot say no. And yes, if it's a thousand plus word copied post, it's spam, EVEN IF IT'S JUST ONE per month. Haha, good thing no one can reply.

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This afternoon, my parents come home from holidays. It's been two weeks since they left me home alone, and man, it's been quite a blast.

It was kind of refreshing to not have them messing around or telling me what to do. I had built a bit of stress for several real life things going on, and these weeks being alone not spending time with anyone but my friends on a few nights out have really helped to cool myself down. It won't be long until I become stressed again, I foresee it, but at least I had an enjoyable time for a long while.

I really wish they were gone more often. Normally they're only gone for a weekend, but from now on I'll take advantage of any small chance I have to let them go alone. It's really annoying that I have to discuss with them why I don't want to be the only person younger than 55 in the group, but it's even more annoying to BE the only person younger than 55 in the group.

Summer 2017, I wait for you impatiently. Almost even more so than when I was a school kid. What an irony, really...

OH Leggy Leggy Leggy..you are  mad genius and have crafted the internet's  finest  general garbage thread ever and it's a beautiful master piece  and should quench everyone's urge to post about random nothingness  quite well ^^ out of all three of the off topic threads I can see/ have access to this one takes the cake for the most random posts made solely for post count boosting   but anyways this is my first post ever in this forum despite having been on Vizzed for three years so I can't think of a better thread to reply to in this forum then this town dump right here ^^ anyways here goes nothing...

The dump in the land of V, made by a zebra by the name of Speed Leggy, he made his own forum, filled it with threads, but none of this,ever went to his head, he made a thread, a thread filled with spam and then it became oh so popular by demand, in this thread some showed wits, while others seemed to bare bricks in the department of wits, now all you on vizzed gather around while divine aurora sings to you now, leggy you silly zebra you really are one of a kind , I hope you get showed in money and wine , - enjoy your forum you crazy zebra ^^ hope you enjoyed this post 

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This thread has been around for a little over a year now. I kind of get nostalgic about old crap like that.

At this point, I think I can safely call the experiment a success.

I will be keeping this thread open. Same rules still apply and all that. Just wanted to leave some thoughts, to give this experiment some closure.