Where’s the Pause Button on Life?

Another year passed by so quickly. 2013 was surprisingly great for me. I became a better person and was mostly successful: I got out of the house and got a job, made friends (almost zapping my anxiety away completely), took two more online college courses and came to peace with my hair. Not bad.

I’m still loving my job – though it has its ups and downs (nothing is perfect). Overall it’s a joy to be there. I will have been a carhop for a year come the end of January which is super exciting. Right now I had to take some time off to travel with my mom to another one of her residencies in Kentucky. I’d heard of Chicago, but I never thought I would actually experience negative degree weather until a couple days ago when it reached -1 in Murray. The people here are even nicer than in Tennessee which prompts me to tip the pizza guy even bigger (I am now officially out of cash).

The pets are driving me crazy here. The cats and bird have been misbehaving like crazy. Cleopatra won’t stop hissing at her sister Jade and Symba won’t stop screaming his head off. Caity (the dog) has a new trick called selective hearing. It seems nobody can behave.

My plans for this new year are kind of up in the air. The only thing I can confirm right now is my attendance for Johnny Depp‘s upcoming movie Transcendence in theaters in April. I still dream about him, sadly, but he has given me a new (sort of) inspiration for writing material. I am enjoying my mediocre-professional new camera I got (exchanged previously by two other cameras) for Christmas courtesy of my wonderful mother: Nikon CoolPix P520. It takes great shots and it’s easily portable. I love it.

I’m still watching a ton of movies and reading constantly. The last movie I watched was an old James Bond film, Diamonds Are Forever (1971). The last book I read was “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” by the great Hunter S. Thompson (the second book I’ve read of his).
I’m still watching my favorite shows (in order of importance): Criminal Minds, Elementary, and New Girl. I have lately added to the list: The Michael J. Fox Show, Mom, and The Crazy Ones. I have yet to check out The Millers. I’ve been catching up on Undercover Boss (I like knowing about things) and I just recently learned of a new and interesting show: Intelligence. I wonder what my tastes say about me..

Apparently phones last even less than cars. My Samsung Galaxy S3 has lately turned into an annoying piece of shit. I’ve been struggling with it for the past few days because I recently up-sized the micro SD card and I guess it didn’t like that so it’s been acting up even more. Most times it doesn’t feel like sending messages – and when it does, they always take forever to send. I have given up on it. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have a a change of heart, though I doubt it. There’s no point wasting my time again with T-Mobile. They’ll just tell me all the things I already know including to try and set it back to factory – which is below my last resort.

Well, that’s all for now. My cat (Cleopatra) is whining about something and I guess I should go see what she wants.
You may delay, but time will not.” – Benjamin Franklin

Worst Neighbors EVER

So I get sick of walking around this dark apartment and decide to give in to my dog’s wish of going outside on the patio. About one minute later I look up, and instantly bolt back into the living room to grab my digital camera. This was a sight worth documenting. 

I should start from the beginning actually: We moved here to this peaceful place and were adjusting quite fine listening and watching the birds out on the patio everyday. Then, these people move in right next door. I spotted a mother and about five blonde, stair-step children, the youngest being a little-over-one-year-old baby. From the moment we spotted them they have not calmed down. They are by far the rowdiest neighbors I have ever seen (and believe me, I’ve seen horrible neighbors). To keep track, my mom and I gave the few neighbors we associate with nicknames; downstairs are the hippies and now these horrible neighbors are…how do I put this nicely?…sort of country-bumpkins. Nobody seems to know how to properly close a door without the entire apartment complex hearing it. The children have never heard of inside and outside voices, they always come out when we try to enjoy the patio, so now they’ve scared the birds away. I’m serious. The birds don’t come by anymore. I have yet to see any of them wearing shoes. They have a big black dog that they actually take care of (that’s a first from what I’ve seen) decently, and I think they only use their apartment for storage purposes (everything else is crowded on their patio) considering they are always outside. The mother is usually outside on the patio smoking while everyone else is running around wild. I hate them. I’m sorry, but I do. We complained to the management office once and things actually quieted down for about two weeks, then it all started up again when some hot guy moved in (I think) with them. I’ve seen three different guys go in and out, so I have no idea who the father is. We mind our own business and don’t speak to them (I try not to acknowledge them), but give them dirty looks when they start yelling and screaming back and forth. Oh, and the stupid little girl hangs around the stairs teasing our dog (a Jack Russell Terrier, need I say more?) so we have to go back in and be miserable listening to them.

So, just now I noticed they made a walkway through this wire-fence that separates the apartments from a field, and then a power plant. The landscapers don’t always mow it, and when they do, they only mow some of it and leave the rest tall and wild. There are so many things wrong with these neighbors I just…am shocked. So, the mother and one of the kids sat out on the patio while the rest of the family (different guy acting as a father I think) camped out in the field close by the power plant BAREFOOT. They had a smaller dog with them running around THROUGH THE POWER PLANT. The kids (and the baby, now walking) were all running the length of the field barefoot in the tall grass where I think snakes live. The “father” sat on this cinder block thing letting everyone run loose (including the baby that is now walking). Oh, and it gets better (and by better I mean worse); then the mother (sitting on the patio still) starts having a conversation with the “father” who is about a thousand feet away. Meanwhile the kids start going separate ways. And you know who the “father” tells to “come here” and “don’t go too far”? The dog. They only went back inside when the mother mentioned someone coming over. Oh, and these are 3-bedroom apartments. There’s at least five of them altogether living there. In the beginning when they were first moving in, the mother’s parents (NORMAL PEOPLE) were helping them get settled. I repeat, the mother’s parents are the complete opposite of her and the kids. Unbelievable.
Besides the neighbors disturbing us every 30 minutes or so, I’ve been updating websites and other stuff. This week my obsession is Pinterest. I love organizing, creating things and lists. 
The pets are all still crazy (but lovable), so nothing really is new with them, unless you count the cats slapping the dog every time she tries to smell one of them.
I’m learning more about politics (which I still deem boring and ridiculously complex). 
I am also preparing for Halloween (sort of). I want to dress up and take a few pictures, eat a bunch of my favorite candy, and maybe watch a classic horror movie (and by classic, I mean movies made before 1990). I’ve had of course more troubles with my cellphone. This time (I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it before), I have a Nokia Lumia 710 (white). Never again will I get a Windows phone. NEVER AGAIN. I actually wrote a review about it on T-Mobile’s website: 

I’m not fond of Windows Phones and this one certainly doesn’t help. At first I thought it would grow on me, but then I found very few features to my liking. First of all, the majority of social networking sites and other website apps (except for anything Microsoft of course) do not support the Windows platform. They’ve come a long way, but there are very poor apps available in the app store and it’s entirely frustrating. Also, it does not have an SD card slot which is a big inconvenience considering how often I switch computers and stuff. It has Zune for all things media, but that’s okay. The GPS sucks and is very slow and annoying. Sometimes it has been inaccurate and I’ve had to find out the hard way. I always thought of Nokia making basic phones and walkie-talkies; their smartphone is poor when it comes to the latest technology in social media etc. I am definitely switching to an Android. This will do for now, but it just sucks.

I’m behind on movies, and slacking a little on books, and my sims aren’t too well. I guess I’ve been browsing the internet and watching TV a lot lately. I think I’m finally acting like a teenager. Though the love of music will probably come later in my life.
I’ve been catching up on some of my favorite shows (Criminal Minds, New Girl and recently: The Mentalist and Baby Daddy). I guess I’m having fun. I’m trying to keep up with job hunting and cleaning the house but I get distracted very easily, much to my mother’s dismay. I’m working on it.

You create your own universe as you go along.
– Winston Churchill

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