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

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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

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.