‘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 

No, I Don’t Care To Elaborate

I carry this notepad around with me as well as a fancy pen now. It’s more effective than relying on my own memory. It’s also helpful because I love documenting everything.

I should probably be talking about this on my other blog, but I’ll just say that I’ve been really busy in the movie department. It’ll be easier to just link you to my IMDb watchlist and mention watching The Aviator tonight. My mom has been helpful finding older, good movies for me. My mother was born in 1973 but she grew up with premium television so some older movies replayed from time to time. I was born in 1993, and I must say I’m not too proud of my generation; it’s almost embarrassing. But there are a lot of good, non-crazy people from my generation so we’re not all bad.
My other obsessive hobby – reading – has slowed down a bit to make room for movies. I’m currently reading Don’t Sleep with Your Drummer by Jen Sincero. I’m eager to start the following, but I’m forcing myself to finish the one I’m currently reading before I start another:

  • Waiting to Exhale by Terry McMillan
  • The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan
  • Does the Noise in my Head Bother You? by Steven Tyler

I named all those by heart. They sit on my nightstand and I stare at them every night in bed. Books and movies make me happy. Speaking of which, I’ve still been getting asked a million times my plans for college. How many times can I say I’M WORKING ON IT PEOPLE!!! My current interest is Film School for Film Criticism and/or Screenwriting. I’ll start sometime next year; maybe in January. I don’t know so please stop bothering me about it. My grandmother calls and tells me ever-so-casually that all my cousins are moving on in life and are attending college and blah blah blah; that’s great, it really is. Good for them, now what’s your point? She’s a bit tricky when it comes to conversation though so I usually just don’t say anything; I find that it’s easier that way.

I’ve also been playing The Sims FreePlay which is so much fun and awesome it’s just amazing and also makes me happy. I really care about my sims though a lot of times their needs are overwhelming and annoying. They’re so real. I love them.

I’ve been working on my novel lately and am happy with the results so far; well, sort of. Please, please don’t ask me what it’s about because it’s a bit complicated and embarrassing and nowhere near finished. It’s currently leaning towards a Romance genre but I really don’t what it there. I’d like to write about a little romance in mental hospital; a sort of quirky book in the Fiction genre. I’m working on it.

My cat has become really crazy lately. Jade pees on the dog’s stuff more frequently and now glares at me every time we make eye contact. I don’t know what the hell is the matter with her but she certainly has changed. That was confirmed the other night when it was time for them to go to bed (they have their own little houses – that lock – to sleep in, because we have four pets and can’t just let them all run around unattended), I put Cleopatra (our other cat) up and Jade knew she was next, so she ran from me into her cube thing. I tried gently pulling her out as she screamed “meownooooo! Noooooooo!” and I almost got her before she hissed at me. I jumped back, surprised. She has never ever hissed at me ever. I was so shocked.
Symba (our bird) has been a handful as well. He screams his little head off unless symphony-classic-like music is playing and he has Fruit Loops. They’re all so spoiled. Caity (our dog) has so many cute beds to sleep in that it’s ridiculous. But they’re so cute! That’s what gets me.

I’ve recently taken up watching TV with my mom on Thursday nights. She got me into watching Braxton Family Values and L.A. Hair. It’s so hilarious. I don’t like reality TV, but this is seriously funny and real.

I’ve got a huge stack of Entertainment Weekly magazines (among others) that I’m trying to get through. It doesn’t help that I renewed my yearly subscription a few months ago, so there’s plenty more to come. It’s overwhelming, but I really want to read them all.

Wow, I think this is the first post where I haven’t mentioned Johnny Depp! Oh, whoops…

“As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

My 3-Day Birthday and More Bugs

I turned 19 yesterday (May 31st). I don’t feel it at all. It’s just a number.
The day before my birthday my mom let me get a few things I picked out while shopping for the apartment. I got a few puzzles. I love puzzles. I have not yet concurred the 1,000 piece puzzle, but 500 piece puzzles are easy to me. I found one that is 750 pieces. I can’t wait to start them. Yes, I’m back on my puzzle-obsession phase.
Afterwards, we went to see Dark Shadows finally (it wasn’t as great as I thought it would be. That’s like the second movie now of Johnny Depp‘s that have sort of disappointed me (the first was The Rum Diary)).
The day OF my birthday, my mom and I rented a movie (Gone) after I finished decorating and organizing around the apartment (another new obsession/hobby).
Today I finally got around to claiming my tiny birthday scoop of ice cream from Baskin Robbins. For once I was sick of getting chocolate, so I tried Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough; I’m really not fond of vanilla. I enjoyed the Blue Raspberry Sherbet much better.
I discovered a few interesting things and a little too much information from my family. I’ve been promised gift cards (or something like that), so I’m having fun with the mail. I still have a major interest in mail. I sent off like five postcards to friends and family back in my hometown and so. I like stamps too by the way.

I’ve been watching a bunch of movies lately, but I’ve still managed to get some reading in. I’m currently reading ”On The Road” – by Jack Kerouac. It’s all sorts of things, but by far the strangest book I’ve ever read. Johnny Depp doesn’t make much sense either.

You know, it’s very frustrating to prove to someone that you’re serious and not crazy when there has been a lot of craziness in the past (a rather soon past, I’ll admit). I have major anxiety, and the outdoors increases my fears. It’s not so much the feeling of pain, because it’s barely a pain; no, it’s the site of the biting insects that creep me out so much that I run around screaming and slapping myself all over like a maniac. Well, I was helping my mom take out the trash, when all of a sudden I felt something small and alive land on my shoulder and neck. I dropped the trash bag right there and slapped my ear. My mom thought I was just imagining something out of past fears, but I felt a tiny sting on my neck and then my shoulder. I still hadn’t made it to the dumpster yet, so I dropped the trash again and this time slapped myself all over while jumping around and asking if ”there was something on me” to which my mom checked several times and saw nothing. A bit more edgy and uncertain, I finally made it to the dumpster and got rid of the trash. Right when I finished disposing of the trash, I felt several more stings; I had had enough and this time started shrieking, jumping around, asking if my mom could see it, and making a fool of myself as I beat myself all over from my torso up. I looked down my shirt and got a glimpse of the offender: it looked smaller than a wasp and skinnier than a bee. It was slightly larger than an average ant, and it had wings. I heard a long time ago that either the queen or the king can fly and perhaps do more damage. I have a feeling this was a queen. As I looked down my shirt and beat myself (it was sort of in my bra), my mom said to just take my shirt off RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN. I said no way and continued beating myself all the way to the car. Once I got in, I immediately took my shirt off and inspected everything. I also again, asked my mom if she saw anything. She was saying that it was all in my head. It took like two minutes for the bumps to form, but sure enough I was covered in sloppy, tiny bites around my shoulder and neck. I was on edge the entire car ride (still am actually). Unfortunately these experiences have scared me so badly that now I start slapping myself if I feel the tiniest of touch. Most of the time it turns out to be my hair flying in my face. Ugh, what a life.

The news has gotten really insane, so I try to ignore it and watch movies and classic cartoons (when I can find them). You know, we humans bring a lot on our own selves. The world just gets crazier by the day.

”Happiness does not depend on what you have or who you are, it solely relies on what you think.”
– Buddha

We All Have Problems

Let me introduce you to my pets (if I haven’t already):

Symba bird: Cockatiel (age: 15)
His current spot is in a parrot cage on top of my mom’s dresser. Nobody can walk past him without him pitching a fit. He squeaks, he squawks, and he’s weird. Ever since I was three, he’s always hated my hair. Even when I don’t have bedhead, he yells at me. But he loves it when I share my cereal with him. Right now he’s munching on Fruit Loops. He actually prefers cereal instead of his regular bird food. He makes a mess on the floor; I noticed lately that it’s deliberate. He’s very particular and picky about what is put into his cage. So there really aren’t any toys; just mirrors; lots of mirrors. Everyday he tells his reflection how pretty he is, and then he gives it a few licks. I don’t enjoy cleaning his mirrors, but if I don’t clean them, he’ll scream because he can’t see himself clearly. It’s difficult because I’m 5’ft 4’in tall, and my mom’s dresser is much taller, so I can’t quite reach him. If he wouldn’t lick his mirrors in the first place, then we wouldn’t be having these problems. But of course he must lick it.

Caity dog: Jack Russell Terrier (age: 11)
She’s calmed down quite a bit since her actual puppy years, but only a little. She still gets into the trash when she’s upset with us being away for too long as well as her other unknown reasons. She sits in a cat’s window seat all day long, barking as people walk past our apartment. She’s very particular about her “enemies”. The top of her shit list (so to speak) are kids around the age of 2-12 depending on the level of their rowdiness. Next up are fellow dogs that come into her view, cats, and occasionally a moving inanimate object (a shopping bag). It’s extremely difficult to try and have a phone conversation because she always finds something to bark at. I’m startled every time, but my mom is always calm unless she’s on the phone. Caity always gets what she wants. If you saw how she tilted her head to the side with that cute face, you’d give her everything too. Trust me. And don’t even think about trying to outsmart her. She makes me look like an idiot. She also steals my candy every Halloween, but I love her dearly.
She has an early bedtime, and if the light is still on in her place of comfort, she will then give you a “look” and leave in search of a dark and quiet place to sleep. The problem is, she has an early bedtime. I have too many things to do to go to bed at 8pm or whatever; same with my mom. Caity starts out in my mom’s bed, and then later in the night she will come and visit me. She splits her time between the two of us which is sweet, but extremely uncomfortable in my twin-size bed; especially when she insists on sleeping stretched out under the covers in the middle of the bed.

Cleopatra cat: Tabby (age: 2)
She can best be described as a pain in the ass. She throws up usually everyday not because she’s sick (not really), but because she inhales her food and eats non-edible things she finds off the floor. She’s sort of big in a funny way, but not as bad as Garfield. She spends her time chasing her sister and obsessing over a home-made toy. She chases her sister because her sister is an idiot. She waits until her sister is finished improperly using the litter box before she pounces on her and starts..well, beating her up. When it comes to the litter box, I have no sympathy for her sister.
I got tired of purchasing cat toys for them to play with, so I thought of a great idea (at the time): I tied one of their toy mice to a shoestring. Simple, yet Cleopatra fell in love with it. It’s commonly referred to as Mousie. It’s an inexpensive and very effective (too effective) toy, but it’s all she ever thinks about. I keep Mousie in a drawer because otherwise it will just end up in a litter box (if one of my socks isn’t already in there) in an attempt to cover her sister’s poop. It’s frustrating; and now she meows every day, and it’s all about Mousie. Her sister craves food, she craves Mousie. She wants infinite playtime with Mousie. I play with her a few times a day, but when I go to put Mousie up, she follows me meowing the whole way in what sounds like “Noooo! Nooo. No!” after I tell her “Mousie time is over”. I regret my “great idea”. Now I would prefer to shell out a bunch of money on cat toys instead of the existence of Mousie.

Jade cat: Tabby (age: 2)
She’s best described as “slow”. Her favorite hobby is sitting on top of the sofa and staring at the wall in pure fascination. She always has this sort of dazed expression on her face. She caters to me, so whenever I get into bed, she’s quick to join me at my side. The frustrating part is the way she enters my bed. The only way she will get into bed, is if she leaps onto my chest, and then settles herself at my side. It’s actually quite painful, and startling like a sudden attack. She has this sweet, yet annoying whine of a meow. I talk and she responds, I call her and she comes (eventually), but she doesn’t understand much of anything else it seems. She doesn’t understand the importance of covering up her mess after she’s done in the litter box like most cats do. We have three litter boxes (we heard it’s better that way), and she uses all three: she’ll go into one, careful not to let the litter touch her paws, wipe her paws (before even using the litter box) on the edge, then balance herself so that she can squat inside the litter box without actually being in the litter box. Usually the first time she will have urinated, so when she’s finished, she turns around and wipes her paws on the edge, smells where she has just urinated, then wipes her paws some more. She will go to the next littler box and do the same, but doing more than just urinating. It’s a strange and unnecessary process that nobody understands. I’ve tried to show her how to cover up her mess, but she doesn’t get it. Her sister takes matters into her own paws by waiting until she’s finished using the litter box to pounce on her in frustration, and continue to beat her up by getting on top of her and biting her until her sister screams or until I squirt them with a water bottle. I asked her sister what good was violence, and that the last thing she needed was to get hit (or slapped actually) in the head. So far, violence has solved nothing but satisfy Cleopatra. The problem still remains. She’s ran into a wall twice this year, which really doesn’t help her case. She also continues to use the furniture as a scratch pad even after all the different scratch pads we have bought. I really don’t understand her. And if it’s not Caity getting into the trash, then it’s Jade getting on top of the counters in the kitchen at night and stealing/eating whatever has been forgotten. I must say she’s the strangest of them all.

Looks can be deceiving..

Somewhat-Logical Explanations For My Leisure Activities

My leisure activities have actually become hobbies lately.
Yes, I have a list for that too:

1. Watch a movie/TV (hulu.com)
2. Read (novels, magazines, Bible)
3. Work on Puzzles (on a board, crosswords, sudoku, or word finds)
4. Color or draw (coloring books)
5. Play online poker (Google+ or Yahoo!)
6. Write (essays/articles, blog, journal, novels)
7. Take pictures (and edit/photoshop them)

This is what I do all day, every day. Maybe not all in one day, but a majority of each. My mother still continues to describe this as doing nothing all day. But if you think about it, some of these things could also be classified as an occupation. For instance, I have an interest in movie critiquing, so no.1 is a good start. I love to read and have developed strong knowledge in books, I also love libraries and wouldn’t mind a career as a librarian so no.2 is also a good starting point. I’ve heard crossword puzzles help develop your brain in the case of memory (which I desperately need), so no.3 is perfect. I like bits and pieces of art, but mostly drawing people. Although I became discouraged in becoming an artist (something I had my mind set on since first grade) after observing my 7th grade art teacher. But who knows, I might change my mind again so no.4 is perfect also. I have no excuse for no.5. There’s no doubt about it; it’s just a leisure activity I greatly enjoy from time to time. I want to be a writer, so I’m doing what I need to do when it comes to no.6. I have an interest in photography yes, but I’m not sure I want a career in it. There’s still the possibility, so no.7 helps build skill if I change my mind.

Heads up. I’m going to bore you with another list of my current books:
I just finished Of Men and Their Mothers by Mameve Medwed of which I enjoyed last night. The rest:

  1. North of Beautiful by Justina Chen Headley (currently reading)
  2. 1984 by George Orwell aka Eric Blair (also currently reading)
  3. Some Girls Are by Courtney Summers
  4. The Miles Between by Mary E. Pearson
  5. Okay For Now by Gary D. Schmidt
  6. The Year of Living Biblically: One Man’s Humble Quest to Follow the Bible as Literally as Possible by A. J. Jacobs

So among reading these books, I’m also trying to finish the sixth season Bones episodes on Hulu Plus before the free trial subscription ends in October. I must say, I really enjoy this show. But I still refuse to pay Hulu in order to watch everything. Damn them.
Meanwhile I’m still cyber stalking (not really) Johnny Depp.

A quote from my mother during a conversation I barely remember. Good thing I wrote it down:

“If you limit your children educationally to what they can comprehend age appropriately, then you never give them a chance to comprehend it.”

One last thing, is it possible to have insomnia as well as hypersomnia? Insomniac at night, hypersomniac at day? Maybe I should just work on adjusting my sleep schedule (a very difficult process I’ll have you know). Easier said than done of course.

Where is the love?

Today wasn’t a complete waste of time.
I woke up at noon as usual (I should stop saying this, it happens regularly so we’ll just assume I wake up at noon everyday), had my bowl of Honey-Nut Cheerios in peace (surprisingly). Then I got back in bed and finished my book. The last few chapters were very emotional, and I didn’t expect that, but overall it was a good book (sequel actually): “Children of God Go Bowling” by Shannon Olson. Her life oddly resembles mine in a way.
I wrote a little after I finished the book. I didn’t start on the next book immediately like I used to. I guess since it was so emotional, I just wanted it to sink in, and think about it a little bit more. But my next book is: “Lottery” – by Patricia Wood.
The rest of the day was devoted to Tumblr. I stated my opinion on a post about ageism (I seem to be stating my opinion a lot lately). Basically my point is Ages 13-19 are considered teenage years. Why single anyone out when they’re in the same category? Everyone hates 13yr-olds supposedly because they’re immature. There are several immature people in the world. It doesn’t have to be a specific age. You can be 40-something and still be immature. It just depends. I’m seventeen; I’ll be eighteen at the end of May this year. I was pretty much immature up till February 2010. My dad’s death had a great impact on me; still does. I’ve changed into a completely different person. Mostly someone silenced.
You can say you’re 17. But proclaiming your age doesn’t tell your maturity level. You can assume, but you can never be sure. We’re all young. The world is fucked up enough as it is; why do more damage? Why not just come together? Different countries are struggling with different-yet-similar issues; whether it be leadership, or financial issues, or anything else, one thing is certain: the world is struggling. They’re aren’t that many people that see this.

Maybe I’m naive, but this is just how I see the world. Among other things.