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
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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

Sudoku and Literacy

Today I awoke to a late morning, as usual.
First thing I did was several Sudoku puzzles. I’ve done 6 1/2 pages today (the half means I’m not done for today). Pretty much the whole day was dedicated to Sudoku (70% Sudoku 30% Reading).

I also finished a book today. Lottery by Patricia Wood was a heartwarming novel full of inspiration. I enjoyed every page. I learned (among several things) that there’s a difference between being retarded, and just being slow. This is the second novel (I can’t remember, I’ve read so much) I’ve read where I felt a little intimidated by the author. Their aren’t very many authors I come across, where I feel the author is overqualified to be writing. But Patricia Wood is one of them. Outstanding book for her first novel.
Now I’m reading a book I hope will help me in the future. But after reading Allen Shawn‘s foreword, I see otherwise. I’m already intimidated. My god, this guy can write! He comes from a literary family, which explains a lot. I have a feeling Wish I Could Be There: Notes from a Phobic Life will be a good read. After all, my mom recommended it to me. She’s good at recommending things; she knows me so well.


It seems like every day I wonder if I should switch to an Android, or keep my beloved Blackberry. They both have issues; no phone (or anything else for that matter) is perfect. But I feel comfortable with my Blackberry. I’m not too comfortable with touch screens. But I need Android’s apps. I go back and forth in my mind all the time. I’m going to go to T-mobile tomorrow and see what else there is to do. I can upgrade in September, but maybe there’s another option (when I was with Sprint, there was always another option).
Here is what I need:
A phone that Twitter supports for their official app
High photo/video quality and easy access
Good battery
Maps and navigation
Speaker phone
Keyboard
Email access
Durable phone (tough when dropped etc.)
Calendar w/notification capabilities
Reasonable price
The problem is the “no perfect phone” part, and a phone with a reasonable price. But I doubt I’ll find anything less than $500 nowadays.


I finally watched Lady Gaga‘s Born This Way music video. My first thought was how much I hate her mini-movies. Then after I got past all her slutty outfits and dance moves, I realized how familiar the song was. This is not the first time she’s been accused of copying off Madonna, and I doubt it will be the last.


Now if you excuse me, I have some Honey Nut Cheerios to eat.

Dreams and other scary things

I was in the middle of morphing into another rare, indestructible substance, while fighting off my attackers in the night, when my mom wakes me up at 11am to run some errands.
Occasionally, I’ll have dreams about being chased by some enemy I’ve never seen before, who is usually trying to kill me. Then there are my “normal” dreams I have about this ex-friend of mine. For about two years now, I’ve been having dreams about this friend I used to have up till I/we was/were sixteen. In my dreams, we become friends again. Every dream is like that. I can take a hint, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything about it. There’s nothing to do about it, unfortunately. People tell me she wasn’t really a friend anyway, but I disagree.
Every day I fight back the urge to talk to you. I tell myself that if you wanted to speak to me, you would.
Today was the first day I left the house in…one, maybe two weeks or more. Once I dealt with my hair (took an hour of frustration, thanks to my weird, curly/wavy hair), and found clothes that wouldn’t fall off me as much as the rest of my clothes do (I recently lost 30 pounds), I was able to leave. I stepped outside, and was first blinded by the sunlight, then chased all the way down to the car by these bugs that tease me every time I step foot outside. Nobody believes me when I tell them this. I dealt with my anxiety for the rest of the day.
I wasn’t able to find the cat cube that we really need. We have two cats; one is very skinny, the other has a striking resemblance to Garfield (minus the color and gender). I’m having trouble finding a cube that fatty can fit in. It would help if she would stop stealing food, but that’s not going to happen any time soon. If there’s food, Cleopatra will find it. Trust me.
I did find a purse finally. It’s strange though; I found it in a store I have no interest in whatsoever. My mom loves the store, and can spend forever looking around. So I decided to look around as well. I’m not a fan of leather purses, but I did find a $30 one that seems to suit me.
Once I got home, I was physically exhausted. Now I’m relaxing in bed with my laptop, and my cat (Jade) that keeps hitting me in the face with her tail. She never leaves my side. It’s nice to have some company that doesn’t make me uncomfortable.
I’ve never really ever made sense. I’m okay with that now.