Communication Issues

Yesterday was a miracle. It rained in Texas; and the temperature kept dropping from the usual 90-something degrees. I didn’t go out until later though. Last time I tried to capture the rare moment of rain on camera, I stepped on a piece of glass only two steps away from the front door. It looked worse than it actually felt.
I had the hardest time answering a poll on Facebook:
If someone wants to contact you, how do you prefer they do it?
  • Phone call
  • Text message
  • Email
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Yell
  • Clap
  • Poke

After a long while of puzzling, I realized the answer I wanted (I don’t want them to contact me) was not going to appear, so I chose email. I hate checking my email; I find it an overwhelming task.

Just about every type of sound bothers me. The worst way to contact me is by phone call. I hate phones; their too noisy, and I’m not much of a talker. I want to communicate with people, but I don’t want to communicate with people (this is just as confusing to me as it is to you).
I considered not answering the poll, but for some unknown reason, I really wanted to answer it.
On the subject of books, I’m currently reading A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan. I’m not reading it like mad as I do other books. It’s a little bit different; too much jumping around from one narrator, to another, to one period of time, to another period of time. It’s confusing, and tests my memory like hell, but I like the story, and I waited months on the library queue to get it, so I’ll finish it; hopefully before it’s due date (July 1st), because I have a strong feeling I can’t re-check it. Someone else is probably requesting it.
I’m also reading Wish I Could Be There: Notes from a Phobic Life by Allen Shawn. It’s a really good book. It’s not really a memoir, but it’s not really a self-help book either. The author just wants people to know they’re not alone when it comes to anxiety and phobias and such.
Yesterday, I Googled nail biting remedies. This is what I found. So, I’ll just be holding my Chucke’cheese block for a while. After ten years, at least the prize is getting some use.
Besides the damn cats interrupting my sleep every night, there’s not much else to talk about.
“Learning is a treasure that will follow its owner everywhere.” – Chinese Proverbs

Bob Dylan and Stressful Weather

Everything I will be talking about here are things that have been said countless times before, mainly because nothing ever changes. I’m not too fond of change anyway, so it doesn’t bother me.

The past 2-3 months have mainly been devoted to books.
Right now I’m reading Getting the Girl by Mark Zusak. I’m not really enjoying it; I don’t like the author’s style of writing, which prevents me from enjoying possibly a good book. That sucks, but I’m dealing with it. I believe in second chances.
I’m also reading a very awesome, and helpful book Wish I Could Be There: Notes From A Phobic Life by Allen Shawn. The book is about the author’s experiences rather than a self-help book. But there is still some interesting information. I’m reading it because I have the same problems as the author. I’m terrified to leave the house; especially during the summer, when it’s hot and the wasps are out. I don’t like being chased, and I always end up looking like a lunatic. What makes matters worse, is that nobody seems to see the wasps. Just me.
I have one last library book to pick up and then I can read some of my own (my bookshelf is overflowing as much as my DVD shelf). I’ve been waiting for A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan for a while now. It’s brand new, and the library only has one copy (figures), so I was like number 26 on the list. I don’t really buy books before I’ve read them. That’s what the library is for. I can rent the books for free, and if I like them, then I’ll buy them. Apparently I like a lot of books, because I’m going to need another bookshelf.
So after the last library book, I’m going to start on some of these books on my shelf that need to be read. Mostly classics:

  1. Tales of Beedle the Bard by J.K. Rowling
  2. The Diary of Anne Frank (I stopped in the middle of it)
  3. On the Road by Jack Kerouac
  4. How Did I Get Here? The Ascent of an Unlikely CEO by Tony Hawk and Pat Hawk
  5. To Kill A Mocking Bird by Harper Lee
  6. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

See what I mean? Important. Good thing I keep track of everything, otherwise I’d lose my head (if I haven’t already).

This outrageous Texas heat bothers me just as much as a sink-full of dirty dishes bothers my mom.
Other than that, the only problems I have daily are supervising two very annoying, crazy, emotionally disturbed cats. I love cats but their personalities are just ridiculous. One is an idiot (I’m serious), and the other is very emotional. Jade and Cleopatra are a pain in the ass. But I love the little devils.
“All I can do is be me. Whoever that is.” Bob Dylan

Uncomfortable Sleeping Positions, and the Annoying Season of Summer

I’m a zombie and a bitch in the mornings, but those aren’t as bad as my memory.

I was pretty much groggy all day today, but I still managed to finish the last half of my book, Tales of the Madman Underground by John Barnes.
I was still fluttering with excitement when I finished it; the book was amazing. Several twists and turns, shocking events, and hilarious moments; you’d never guess the outcomes to each crazy happening. I loved this book so much; I finished the last half of it in one evening. I also loved the fact that the book was set in late 1973; I got a good feel of what it was like growing up back then.
That just about filled up my day, but after I finished it, I turned on my laptop to log it; and then got caught up in checking other things.
No new photos of Johnny Depp, so I moved on to play around on Super Poke Pets; lastly, I spent a little more time on Tumblr than I wanted to (as usual), but I was trying to customize my blog to perfection. I finally got it, then continued to browse Tumblr.

I had a hard time taking a nap today.
I have four pets: 1 bird, 1 dog, and 2 cats. First comes one cat (one that isn’t usually affectionate, but all of a sudden has a change of personality), then comes the dog (Jack Russell Terrier, who takes up most of the twin bed sprawled out in the middle anyway), and then comes the second cat (the one that is always by my side), but after her, I’m like WTF? Trying to sleep here! I can’t even begin to tell you how awkward of a position I had to conform to. I love animals, so my nap didn’t last very long.
I took pictures of the adorable pets, and I must say, Cleopatra is a very photogenic kitty.

Now that summer is here, I am miserable, and will be until the next season (which might have to be two, considering the Texas heat).
I’m already being chased by wasps, and sometimes even bees!
First come the annoying, and obnoxiously loud kids who discover Pop Snappers. All day long, SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
Then come the wasps surrounding the front door and following me everywhere I go, making me look like a lunatic as I hop around, screaming, and waving my arms around like a lunatic.
Then comes the heat. As hot as 105 degrees Fahrenheit.
And then the ants and bees.
So I don’t leave the house, unless it’s ABSOLUTELY necessary. Lately I’ve only left to replace milk, pick up some library books, go to see a movie at the cinema (especially if Johnny Depp is involved), or attend a doctor’s appointment.
People think I’m crazy, but so are the wasps. I mean, what is their purpose? Torment people with phobias?
To hell with all of them and their insect buddies.

Also,
My 18th birthday was fun with memorable gifts, and just overall a great day spent with my mom.