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

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Maze Of My Mind

Despite my occasional productive activities, the past few days have been slow, dull, and boring.
Nobody wants to hear someone gripe about their boredom, so I’ll elaborate on my productive activities:
I searched for jobs the other day until I got a headache; and today I finally signed up for LinkedIn.
That’s about it on the productive scale. I mostly spent my time sleeping, reading, staring at the walls, and picking up cat shit everyday. I’ve been having lovely dreams lately, so when I’m not struck by insomnia, I enjoy my sleep.
I’m actually reading two books right now; both non-fiction, so it’s possible: The Case for Faith by Lee Strobel and The Rise and Fall of Adolf Hitler by William L. Shirer. I finally managed to stop by my favorite resale shop a couple days ago; and I bought a small stack of books for $1.35 (The Hitler book was one of them). I truly am a bargain shopper.
I have insomnia, and it’s my own fault. I sleep during the day, so I’m unfortunately restless at night. I know how to fix my sleep cycle; it’s just a little difficult getting started, and considering how lazy I am, it’s not going to happen anytime soon.
For the past few days now, one of my two cats has been pooping to the side of her litter box. The damn cat has been kicking litter out of the box, so that it’s all over the floor; and I guess she’s too dense to realize how to properly do her business. Her sister is sick of her too; every time Jade (the dense one) finishes in the litter box, she makes sure to wipe her paws clean, but leaves her business uncovered. Cleopatra (the emotional one) hates that, so she waits until Jade is finished, and then she pounces on her.
There is a faint odor of cat urine in my room, and I can’t exactly pinpoint the spot (mainly because my sense of smell is weak). But I don’t even really want to know. This has happened to me so many times out of all the cats I’ve had.

“This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Usual Problems, and Other Weird Things

My memory can’t make up its mind. Sometimes it’s good to me, and sometimes it’s its usual self; useless.
So far, I still can’t remember a book I looked at a couple years ago, but never read; and a car commercial from about maybe two years ago. I can’t remember if the car was an Infinity, or a Lexus; but I’m pretty sure it was an Infinity. I’d like to save the video to my favorites on Youtube.
Speaking of Youtube favorites, I have had quite a few laughs this week:
Laughing Gas
White House Correspondents’ Dinner Part 1 and Part 2
Angry Girl
Bla Bla Bla music video
Couch Airbag Prank
“Fake it”
How to speak English (Charlie McDonnell one of my favorite Youtubers)
Corporate song and dance
Cat vs. Treadmill
With Child (Julian Smith one of my favorite Youtubers)
Dad life
Swedish self-cleaning toilet
Crazy commentary about Justin Beiber getting egged
Phone commercial spoof (George Watsky is awesome)
And probably more by now; so yeah, that’s been fun.

My dreams have actually been crazy nightmares that are getting annoying and scaring the shit out of me at the same time.
I used to have nightmares about Godzilla chasing me, ever since I was seven. Then I started having nightmares about a Dementor (from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban) sucking the life out of me over my bed, when I was twelve or thirteen. Lately I’ve been having nightmares about ants attacking me in my bed, but that’s just because I’ve been seeing carpenter ants all over the place (floor, walls, and the CEILING). Just the other night I had a nightmare about a fire-breathing dragon chasing me; this thing was about the size of Godzilla if not bigger. It blew fire like a tornado. This really scared the shit out of me.
I have a book that interprets my dreams the old fashioned way, but every time I looked up the meaning of my dreams, I got nothing but bad news. So I’m avoiding it.

I’ve been looking for this dictionary for a while; but I went to this Scholastic book fair at the university a couple days ago and picked this up. Probably a mistake, because I’ve come across several words that are not in this dictionary. I want a dictionary that defines every word in the English language. Is there such a dictionary? I guess I’ll keep looking around. I’m trying to broaden my vocabulary, and work on my memory at the same time. Plus I like reference books. This website has everything I could ever need, and I love it. I also subscribe to their word of the day updates, and I downloaded their Blackberry app. They should come out with a book if they haven’t already.

I guess I have been cyber stalking Johnny Depp. I didn’t realize it until today. If I can’t get to where he is filming, I gather information (pictures, video, etc.) from my fellow fans on their awesome up-to-date websites. So, I never miss a thing. I have a list of fan websites I check daily, and I even get updates to my phone. I’m going to watch the Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides premier live tonight, much thanks to Jerry Bruckheimer.
I’ve been too lazy to make a video of all the photos I’ve been collecting lately; but I explained this to my subscribers on Youtube, so hopefully they don’t mind, and will just check my Flickr album. It takes a lot of work to make a video and upload it to Youtube; it’s really a pain in the ass.

Lately I’ve been reading The Dog Walker by Leslie Schnur, and trying to maintain my inbox. My mom has been spamming it with articles that “I should check out”. I swear she emails me over ten articles a day. The problem is, while she’s on a computer 24hrs a day, I’m reading a book 24hrs a day. I am constantly interrupted every day by my grandmother’s calls, so I downloaded a custom ringtone for her. It’s perfect.

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.