Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Where's the Pause Button on Life?

Another year passed by so quickly. 2013 was surprisingly great for me. I became a better person and was mostly successful: I got out of the house and got a job, made friends (almost zapping my anxiety away completely), took two more online college courses and came to peace with my hair. Not bad.

I'm still loving my job - though it has its ups and downs (nothing is perfect). Overall it's a joy to be there. I will have been a carhop for a year come the end of January which is super exciting. Right now I had to take some time off to travel with my mom to another one of her residencies in Kentucky. I'd heard of Chicago, but I never thought I would actually experience negative degree weather until a couple days ago when it reached -1 in Murray. The people here are even nicer than in Tennessee which prompts me to tip the pizza guy even bigger (I am now officially out of cash).



The pets are driving me crazy here. The cats and bird have been misbehaving like crazy. Cleopatra won't stop hissing at her sister Jade and Symba won't stop screaming his head off. Caity (the dog) has a new trick called selective hearing. It seems nobody can behave.

My plans for this new year are kind of up in the air. The only thing I can confirm right now is my attendance for Johnny Depp's upcoming movie Transcendence in theaters in April. I still dream about him, sadly, but he has given me a new (sort of) inspiration for writing material. I am enjoying my mediocre-professional new camera I got (exchanged previously by two other cameras) for Christmas courtesy of my wonderful mother: Nikon CoolPix P520. It takes great shots and it's easily portable. I love it.



I'm still watching a ton of movies and reading constantly. The last movie I watched was an old James Bond film, Diamonds Are Forever (1971). The last book I read was "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" by the great Hunter S. Thompson (the second book I've read of his).
I'm still watching my favorite shows (in order of importance): Criminal Minds, Elementary, and New Girl. I have lately added to the list: The Michael J. Fox Show, Mom, and The Crazy Ones. I have yet to check out The Millers. I've been catching up on Undercover Boss (I like knowing about things) and I just recently learned of a new and interesting show: Intelligence. I wonder what my tastes say about me..

Apparently phones last even less than cars. My Samsung Galaxy S3 has lately turned into an annoying piece of shit. I've been struggling with it for the past few days because I recently up-sized the micro SD card and I guess it didn't like that so it's been acting up even more. Most times it doesn't feel like sending messages - and when it does, they always take forever to send. I have given up on it. Maybe tomorrow I'll have a a change of heart, though I doubt it. There's no point wasting my time again with T-Mobile. They'll just tell me all the things I already know including to try and set it back to factory - which is below my last resort.

Well, that's all for now. My cat (Cleopatra) is whining about something and I guess I should go see what she wants.
"You may delay, but time will not." - Benjamin Franklin

Sunday, June 23, 2013

'Twas the Summer of 2013, and All Was Shaky

These are some of my newly acquired (and other) hobbies:

  • Collecting coins
  • Shopping on eBay
  • Hesitantly adding people I know on Facebook
  • Watching movies
  • Reading
  • Writing (a little)
  • Playing The Sims on my phone
  • Running from bees, wasps, and other scary things
I collect not only coins, but bills too (to my mother's dismay). That's mainly what I do on eBay: shop for dirt-cheap coins and bills. My job gives me the wonderful opportunity of stumbling upon old bills and coins through tips. Speaking of work, I love my job though it has its downs. My coworkers are a step down from the personality clashes I see on the show, L.A. Hair. It's entertaining just to watch.
The best way to find out what I've seen lately, is by checking out my ratings history on IMDb (though a lot of times I go through and rate old movies I've seen and have forgotten to rate). I have Redbox release dates on all my calendars and frequently browse YouTube for any free, full-length movies worth watching.

I think my generation caught the social media thing towards the end after graduating. I feel kind of old now when it comes to social media. All these new things are popping out out of the blue like every week, and it's just exhausting. Keeping up with Johnny Depp is already exhausting (he's currently promoting his latest movie, The Lone Ranger, and filming Transcendence when he's not doing that, and who knows what else - very busy man). So first I did YouTube (I think), then Twitter, THEN Facebook (back and forth), then Formspring or whatever, then Google+, then Pinterest, then Instagram, then...etc. You see what I mean? I mean I know I don't have to sign up for all of it, but it all looks interesting. Besides, that's all I use my smartphone for anyway - to connect to social media, and play addicting games (The Sims FreePlay, iMobsters, and more).

My room is once again a mess. The floor is covered with ripped-open packages everywhere (I've been ordering a lot of stuff online) and clothes that I've been hoping my cat won't urinate on before I can get them up off the floor. My closet isn't any better.

My boss is a funny one. He loves keeping busy (no matter how hectic things get, he always has a goofy grin on his face). Lately I've been spotting a ton of spiders here and there. So here I'm constantly thinking of Spider-Man and brown recluses and trying to remain calm enough to not look like a complete idiot in public. The other day while I was working, I saw a transparent spider slowly hang down from the ceiling, suspended by its web. Its movement reminded me of Charlotte's Web. I backed up and pointed out this spider to my co-workers; we had our boss come and deal with it. You know how he dealt with it? He took his hand and caught the web from the top, then proceeded to swing it around a little (with a goofy grin and the satisfaction of scaring us girls) before he dropped it onto the floor and mushed it with his shoe. I was watching closely the whole time and wasn't sure he got it after it dropped to the floor, so I was hesitantly searching the ground for this transparent spider, when my boss pointed to where I was standing and said "There it is!". I jumped up almost onto the counter, freaked out. He went back to work laughing at his joke.

My mom is once again heavily into graduate school. She's studying for her MFA in Creative Writing. Just one more year and possible two more residencies to go. I'll be honest, I'm sick of driving/riding through the country. I want to be somewhere that is permanent and comfortable. In a year, after she graduates, we're moving back to Texas but who knows.
I guess I've finally decided on what to study in college: Film. I don't want to be a director or actor, I just want to study Film and go from there. Twenty-years-old and I just realized this. Well, it could be worse I guess.

The pets are still driving me crazy. Caity (our dog) is going though the only thing that keeps her quiet and preoccupied faster than toilet flushing.


There are these chicken-flavored, braided chew toys (big) that she spends all day eating. It used to take her about two weeks to finish one; now she's going through one every three days or so. Of course they're sold at only one place at 2/$5, but I'm not rich!
The cats are getting on my nerves with their problems, but none of them is worse than Symba (our bird). He was doing just fine for 15 years, and then we had to go on a road trip, so we dropped him off at my grandmother's house and she SPOILS HIM ROTTEN!!!! She searched the web for classical music so he could have something to listen to, she gave him all of her time AND she picked out the seeds he didn't like! He was over there for a week. As soon as we all got settled at home, he noticed the change and started screaming his little head off. So everyday we had him listening to Mozart. That worked for a couple of months, but then he got sick of that, so we switched to watching cartoons on TV. He likes certain cartoons. I recently went and bought a Dora the Explorer DVD (it was painful) and he watches that at least three times a day, but he still has many screaming moments. I get several headaches and my mom doesn't get any work done. He's a disturbed bird that does not like to be disturbed. It's lovely.

"The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time." - Abraham Lincoln 

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

New Beginnings

It's been awhile since I've done anything that I used to do and love to do all the time. I actually feel guilty about it. Writing, blogging, taking pictures, etc. I've tried to stay on track with reading, drawing and watching movies, but it's kind of hard when I spend all my time and energy working. One thing I never fully understood was the meaning of fast food. The definition has alerted my body so that when I come home, I go straight to bed for either a nap, or the night. I sleep for hours. Gone is my insomnia. Gone is my lazy life. I just try to keep up with it all. My coworkers make going to work fun though. They're all hilarious and and make great company. Of course, it's a lot better when I don't screw up but they make me feel better and that's awesome. Just observing, it's like watching a really good sitcom.
I'm sort of enjoying my favorite season, but I never imagined something as extreme as ice on the car. That's okay though, I like to wrap up and just relax. I'm dreading summer, but I doubt the humidity here will ever be as bad as back home. Speaking of home, God I'm so homesick. My mom and I will hopefully move back to our hometown in 2015. I just wish moving was easier. The physical aspect of moving I absolutely loathe. It doesn't help that we need at least a four bedroom this time. No way can we shove all these pets and crap into a two bedroom. No way.

As a loyal Johnny Depp fan, I feel the need to complete my movie collection. I finally got around to ordering The Rum Diary and The Brave. At first, I'd gone looking for The Rum Diary in local stores completely shocked to find that they didn't have a single DVD. Wtf? How in the hell is that even possible? But that's what happens when you move from a huge city of almost five million people to a small town of a little over thirty-three thousand.
The Brave was very frustrating trying to find. I knew that Johnny Depp didn't release his movie in this region, but I didn't think it would be do difficult to find it on the world wide web. After finding it and paying more than I wanted to for it, I had to deal with making sure it was for all regions, because it's not like I've got an all regions or region 2 player lying around anywhere. I don't understand. You'd think he would be proud of his directorial debut, but nooooo, he won't ever release it in the United States. If I hopefully ever meet him, boy will I have some questions for him.

If you're still with me and haven't been bored to death, here's an update on the books I'm reading:
I'm mainly finishing Sword of the Rightful King by Jane Yolen that I started a couple years ago and pretty much forgot about (I actually love it), and I'm planning on reading these that are on my nightstand next:
Mental by Eddie Sarfaty
Between Mom and Jo by Julie Anne Peters (I also started reading this some years ago)
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

Now, if this damn Flixster app decides to work, I'll watch Demolition Man before bed. I just don't get it; technology is supposed to work. We are so not ready for robots.

"Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes."
- Johann Wolfgang von Goetge

Friday, February 22, 2013

My Uncertain Encounter with Michael Angarano

I think Michael Angarano served me popcorn at a movie theater a couple years ago. Well, it looked like him, but that doesn't make any sense - him being kind of a big movie star working at a mediocre job (no offense to regular people working those jobs); unless he was on the TV show, ”I Get That A Lot...”, but I don't recall an episode of him. I swear this guy was the spitting image of him - same smile and everything. I started to say something but I was kind of running late for whatever movie I was there to see at the time. I should have asked him if he indeed was Michael Angarano - no, I should have told him he looked just like Michael Angarano. I also should have gotten a picture of him but my hands were full with food, and I was running a little late. Damn.
If I ever meet Michael Angarano I'll have to ask him if he ever happened to have worked at a certain movie theater serving food some years back.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

My Weird Knee And Other Low Key Pains

I think I scared my cats walking like Jack Nicholson in The Shining as I ran to catch them. I've been having knee problems, so constant bending of my knee hurts. I'm beginning to hate beds that lift a little above the floor; it makes a great hiding spot for the cats mostly because I can't fit under there so I get looks of almost pity from my cats when I try to wiggle to the center underneath the bed. They're always just out of reach -_-
I have to lock the cats up at night in their carriers because one cannot be trusted and the other is questionable. Cleopatra is a normal cat, so she might try to go after our bird while everyone is asleep. Jade, the strange and bad one, can't be trusted. She will go after the bird if she gets a chance and she's very destructive, so I can't lock her in a bedroom. It's a very difficult situation, as usual. You'd think I'd be in great shape from trying to catch them all the time (they're fast little demons). I don't know what interests me about cats; I really don't.

My laptop died again the other day. I need to take it to get fixed, I just haven't gotten around to it yet. It's a decent laptop, but I would prefer an updated one with more options.

Speaking of computers dying, my phone battery died while I was away from home. The thing about me is, I prepare for everything. I pack extra everything justifying it all by telling myself each time, ”Just in case...you never know..”. Sometimes I overpack but I feel good knowing I have plenty of everything so I'll never be without anything (I think I fear boredom). I even packed a flashlight! But I didn't pack an extra phone battery or charger. I had to wait till my mom and I got back home to get a new battery since there wasn't a T-Mobile anywhere nearby (there's only so much country I can take). So of course my phone died by then, but I had a tablet so it wasn't so bad (oh my God, I sound like my ungrateful generation). I'm so sick of these damn smartphones and these stupid cellphone companies.

It's been bothering me how behind I am from my peers. But I've almost made a decision about college. I want to study either Film (screenwriting/film criticism etc.) or Public Relations. I just don't know anymore. It'd be cool to work with/for Johnny Depp though ;)

Lately I've been keeping up with the following shows:
New Girl, Criminal Minds, Elementary and American Idol (I'm a fan of Keith Urban and am interested in what he has to say as a judge).
I've still been watching a lot of movies and I've been trying to write more (I'm working on like six different projects). I read some too; and when I'm not doing all of that, I'm playing two games: The Sims FreePlay (for Android) and iMobsters (for Android). Both highly addictive games.
Don't worry, I'm working on trying to get a life.

Other than that, I guess my mind is just all over the place...

Without a struggle, there can be no progress.
- Frederick Douglass

Friday, January 11, 2013

A Night Out with a Bunch of Writers

Tonight I decided to join my mother and the rest of her MFA classmates in dinner and a movie. We had a lot of fun and I connected with a lot of her friends/peers. I felt at home, considering I'm aspiring to be a writer too. Minus the majority of them drinking, we laughed, joked, and laughed some more about writing and college experiences. We met at one of their houses, and my mom parked in a ditch. Afterwards, we met up again at a Mexican restaurant for dinner (the poets went to this sushi place right next to where the fiction writers were dining at the Mexican restaurant). It was a small place, but we'd heard it was the best. We walked in (all fifteen of us) and two waiters passed by with an almost horrific look on their faces. It was cramped and they were trying to figure out where to put all of us. Another waiter (the manager I think) came by (with the same look on his face) and said (in a thick accent) he'd go put a table together for us. Five minutes later, we're still waiting and wondered if he literally meant he was going to put a table together. He arrived shortly after that and seated us near the kitchen with about seven small tables pushed together. They were all of different heights, but they worked. The food however, was another story. I actually am not fond of Mexican food (only Taco Bell which is awesome, but not really Mexican food.) but I decided to give it another try. There was a lot to choose from, but I ordered a chicken enchilada and a side order of nacho chips with nacho cheese. The waiter who took our orders had an even thicker accent and spoke broken English; he understood even less English. I remembered to use my hands when speaking but that didn't really get me anywhere. The enchilada did not taste like an enchilada (as my mother put it, "Yucky."), and the nacho cheese I was looking forward to since I hadn't had it in a long time (I love nacho cheese); but what I got was not nacho cheese. I could tell before he placed my plate on the table. It was much lighter - almost white, and thicker. Before I tasted it I knew they had melted a couple slices of white American cheese and put it over the nachos.

I got the waiter's attention and asked for a saucer (I was animated while doing this) of nacho cheese. I said it three times (the first time, he pointed at my plate and nodded) until finally he said, "No nacho cheese." and left. I was disappointed and defeated. He came back though about two minutes later with a saucer of the same cheese, but melted completely so that it was clearly a liquid substance.

I accepted with a "Thank you" and shook my head laughing. Figures.
After we left, we all kind of hung out in the parking lot laughing and joking some more and thinking of a way to get out of seeing the mandatory movie at the university. While we were hanging around, an older, beat up, discolored car rolled past us with rap music blasting out of the rolled down windows. We burst out laughing when we saw a elderly white couple driving in the car.
We then headed to the university, dragging our feet all the way up to the third floor where the theater was. We thought of one more excuse to get out of watching the movie: we got stuck in the elevator. But we showed up anyway right on time. The poets showed up a little later, just when the movie was starting. From the beginning to the end, we held WTF? expressions on our faces as we sat through Beasts of the Southern Wild; a film that is apparently nominated for an Oscar. My mom described our thoughts perfectly: "The people that nominated this film were on crack."
As soon as the credits rolled we jumped out of our seats and exited the theater.

My mom and I arrived back at our hotel thirty minutes later and reunited with our four pets. I was welcomed home by one cat who showed her love to me by stealing my seat on the couch.

I'm pretty exhausted, so I'll write my review of that God-awful movie tomorrow. My mom said she'll probably have weird nightmares; probably.


"Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep."
- Scott Adams

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Creepy Alarm Clock

So, I arrive at this unique hotel, and it's great and luxurious and whatever. When I settle in my room, I notice a very simple (cheap looking) alarm clock unplugged on top of the dresser. I thought that was strange, so I moved it to my bedside table and plugged it in. I took the time to set it (I'm used to smart clocks that set themselves. This one is digital, but not smart) and it was working perfectly fine for two days. I couldn't understand why it would be unplugged. The third day however, was interesting. I was sleeping up until the alarm clock woke me up EARLY in the morning. I couldn't believe it; I didn't remember setting it. I turned the light on, annoyed, and looked for the off switch on the alarm clock only to find it was already off.... I'm like WTF? So I unplug the stupid thing, and toss it on the floor. I rolled over and went back to sleep understanding why it was unplugged in the first place, and not understanding why it wasn't replaced with a better one.