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

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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..

I AM A Pretty Bird

I swear my pets are crazy. My bird (cockatiel), Symba, loves looking at himself in a mirror. I had originally nailed a wide, handheld mirror to the wall in front if his parrot-sized cage so he could enjoy himself. Well, I’m 5’4”, and his cage is on top of my mom’s dresser, so I had difficulty reaching it in the first place even standing on one of the dining room chairs. But he still wasn’t happy. So my mom suggests putting it up higher so he could better see himself (and hopefully shut up). I explained to her that I would have put it up higher if I could reach it. So, my 5’6”-5’7” mother got up and nailed the mirror to a higher spot. Symba told himself how pretty he was the rest of the night until we covered him for ‘bed time’.
He also had Fruit Loops cereal for breakfast earlier.
They’re all annoyingly spoiled. I blame my mother.

World drama and My Few Dilemmas

Today is good so far.
It’s my bird’s 15th birthday. His name is Symba; he’s a sweet cockatiel.

I’m sick of the world’s drama. Between the Royal Wedding, and Obama‘s birth certificate, I just really don’t understand people.
Yes, I’m happy for Prince William and Kate (Katherine as she will soon be referred to), but seriously people. I’m pretty sure the United States has more coverage than England itself. It just seems a bit silly. Why don’t we just celebrate a little, then get back to our problems without anymore distractions? I’m not one of those people that is up for changing the world; that’s a tough job I’ll leave to someone with more experience. But I’d still like for people to pay attention to the problems in the job industry, the economy (a gallon of milk is almost $5, not to mention the gas prices nowadays), and also stop blowing off the global warming problem and such.

My Blackberry has moved to a full time job of giving me hell.
Not only does it hate going online, but it freezes constantly, and has more limitations than I remember. I’m giving it a second chance (and perhaps last chance). I gave Windows Live Hotmail a second chance, so I’ll be fair. As long as Twitter works, I’m okay, since I barely use my phone for anything else anyway. But I’m not going to deny it, my Blackberry is a piece of shit.

Yesterday I found out that today I will be six hours away from Johnny Depp, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
Wow, just one state over. This is the closest he’s ever come to Texas. Supposedly he’s supposed to be in New Orleans, Louisiana filming a cameo for the new 21 Jumpstreet movie today.
Basically my dilemma is transportation. My mom and I share one car, and she’s working late tonight. Plus, it’s not like I have the guts (or street sense) to drive six hours into another state. So once again, my source of information will be from the internet. Excuse me while I go find a wall to bang my head against several times.

I’m still reading books like mad. I’m currently reading A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore. I’m halfway through it, and so far I’ve determined that this is the most hilarious book about death I’ve ever read.

I found a new breakfast food I’m crazy about just as much as my Honey Nut Cheerios cereal; Aunt Jemima’s oatmeal, maple syrup flavored. It’s really good, so don’t let the Maple Syrup flavor turn you away. It’s much better than it sounds. Too bad it’s not that easy to find.

I guess I’ll be busy this year with converting VHS tapes to DVDs. I’m well over two hundred tapes; mostly Disney movies, but others also. I found something that might make the hard work a little bit easier; A DVD recorder from Amazon. I have a lot of movies I’d like to preserve from my childhood. Hopefully this thing will work. I guess I’ll have to stock up on blank DVDs.

Waffles and Movies Galore

I usually have trouble sleeping at night; but last night, I didn’t fall asleep until a little after 5am.
I woke up when my mom came home from work, somewhere around 1pm. As usual, the “you’re not doing anything with your life” conversation came up, but I didn’t bother. I was more concerned with the fact that I’m out of Honey Nut Cheerios. After searching the pantry a couple times, finally around 4pm I had some waffles. They weren’t chocolate-chip waffles, but at least I had a somewhat-reasonable substitute for Honey Nut Cheerios.

The rest of the day consisted of Sudoku puzzles, a new novel, and boredom on the internet.
I’m currently reading Apologize, Apologize! by Elizabeth Kelly. It’s one of those funny unbelievable-family books. I love those.

I feel like I’m getting spammed by movies. They’re coming out left and right:
It’s Kind of a Funny Story (I read the book back in 2008, it was very entertaining)
Jackass 3 (I love the Jackass series)
Morning Glory
Wild Target (I’m following Rupert Grint‘s expansion in acting; he’s good)
Megamind
A Christmas Carol (Though I’ve heard the story many times, it never gets old; same with Jim Carrey)
Salt
How Do You Know
Tangled
127 Hours (I’m getting into James Franco)
I Love You Phillip Morris (Two of my favorite actors, Jim Carrey and Ewan McGregor)
Life As We Know It (Just came across this last night)
Going The Distance
The King’s Speech (I want to see this movie for several reasons including the actors, and because it’s a movie about stuttering)
Just Go With It
Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son (Might as well finish the series)
Rabbit Hole
Take Me Home Tonight (I watch films similar to this all the time; they never get old)
Paul Opens March 18, 2011
Super Opens on April Fool’s Day
Pirates of the Caribbean 4 Opens May 20, 2011
The Hangover Part 2 Opens May 26, 2011
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 Opens July 15, 2011

I have a lot of movies to see. I am, after all, a cinephile 🙂
Though I get frustrated with Netflix sometimes, I’m glad I have them.

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.

Internet and Labor

I got up at 2pm today.
I only got up because I had to open the door for my mom who had just come home from work. Otherwise, I would have stayed in bed. I’m glad I got up though; I love having Honey Nut Cheerios every morning.

I checked some things on the internet after I got up: Yahoo news (some football player is too smart to be a football player; the government doesn’t care that radioactive waste is being dumped into drinking water), Facebook notifications (0), and the latest on Johnny Depp. I got distracted on the latter (happens a lot). I learned more about him from exclusive interviews. I didn’t seem to care about the privacy of his children before, which is why I had a few photos of them on my Flickr album. I removed them all. He works so hard to keep them out of the media; I respect that. If I come across photos of his children on a fan site or whatever, sure I will save them to my computer, but I won’t post them.

My mom and I spent the rest of the day putting our beds together. We moved in our new place in April 2010. We just now set up our beds, 11 months later. You have to take in to consideration two things: (1) I’m such a weakling, I can’t lift a damn thing, and (2) My mom is the complete opposite, and very intelligent, but beds are not her forte.
It took hours putting up the beds, but we (she) did it. Afterwards I took a long, lukewarm shower. I hate it when I sweat. So I tend to avoid any and every activity that involves sweating. But I was tired of sleeping so low to the ground, so I helped.

Yesterday I skipped church. I actually overslept. I had no intentions of going to church (I never do), but a friend from church asked me on Facebook (she does this about every other week) to come, so I told her I would try. I set my alarm for 8am, and it went off at 8am. I got up at 8am and turned the alarm off and went back to bed. I woke up again (much later) and realized I overslept. This happens every time I attempt to go to church. I haven’t been to church in at least six months. I felt bad for letting my friend down, and I told her so. I also told her I would try harder next Sunday.
Reasons why I don’t go to church:
(1) I’m agnostic.
(2) I hate church.
(3) I hate leaving the house.
(4) I love to sleep in and I’m not a morning person.
(5) Every time I go to church, the people look at me weird, like the devil just walked in or something.
(6) I don’t like spending hours in the same spot in a place where I feel uncomfortable.
(7) I don’t know what they’re so happy about or why.
I’ll try next Sunday.

Right now I need to finish this Sudoku puzzle, and then read a little. I’m reading Lottery by Patricia Wood. It’s a great book about this mentally-challenged guy in his late 30s who won the lottery.
I’d like to watch a movie after that, but I already watched the two Netflix DVDs. The first movie, Idiocracy, is like the Matrix; it’s going to happen someday unfortunately. The second movie, Knight and Day, was fun to watch; it’s the second movie I can remember watching that has sort of a twisted ending. The first was The Tourist.
I have a little over 300 movies (DVD and VHS), but there really isn’t anything I’d like to see again tonight. I don’t know, I’ll have to look again.
Maybe I’ll just finish my book tonight instead.