New Beginnings

It’s been awhile since I’ve done anything that I used to do and love to do all the time. I actually feel guilty about it. Writing, blogging, taking pictures, etc. I’ve tried to stay on track with reading, drawing and watching movies, but it’s kind of hard when I spend all my time and energy working. One thing I never fully understood was the meaning of fast food. The definition has alerted my body so that when I come home, I go straight to bed for either a nap, or the night. I sleep for hours. Gone is my insomnia. Gone is my lazy life. I just try to keep up with it all. My coworkers make going to work fun though. They’re all hilarious and and make great company. Of course, it’s a lot better when I don’t screw up but they make me feel better and that’s awesome. Just observing, it’s like watching a really good sitcom.
I’m sort of enjoying my favorite season, but I never imagined something as extreme as ice on the car. That’s okay though, I like to wrap up and just relax. I’m dreading summer, but I doubt the humidity here will ever be as bad as back home. Speaking of home, God I’m so homesick. My mom and I will hopefully move back to our hometown in 2015. I just wish moving was easier. The physical aspect of moving I absolutely loathe. It doesn’t help that we need at least a four bedroom this time. No way can we shove all these pets and crap into a two bedroom. No way.

As a loyal Johnny Depp fan, I feel the need to complete my movie collection. I finally got around to ordering The Rum Diary and The Brave. At first, I’d gone looking for The Rum Diary in local stores completely shocked to find that they didn’t have a single DVD. Wtf? How in the hell is that even possible? But that’s what happens when you move from a huge city of almost five million people to a small town of a little over thirty-three thousand.
The Brave was very frustrating trying to find. I knew that Johnny Depp didn’t release his movie in this region, but I didn’t think it would be do difficult to find it on the world wide web. After finding it and paying more than I wanted to for it, I had to deal with making sure it was for all regions, because it’s not like I’ve got an all regions or region 2 player lying around anywhere. I don’t understand. You’d think he would be proud of his directorial debut, but nooooo, he won’t ever release it in the United States. If I hopefully ever meet him, boy will I have some questions for him.

If you’re still with me and haven’t been bored to death, here’s an update on the books I’m reading:
I’m mainly finishing Sword of the Rightful King by Jane Yolen that I started a couple years ago and pretty much forgot about (I actually love it), and I’m planning on reading these that are on my nightstand next:
Mental by Eddie Sarfaty
Between Mom and Jo by Julie Anne Peters (I also started reading this some years ago)
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

Now, if this damn Flixster app decides to work, I’ll watch Demolition Man before bed. I just don’t get it; technology is supposed to work. We are so not ready for robots.

Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goetge

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

This Is Not An Awesome Title

I don’t understand how Cleopatra (my cat) can repeatedly go back to eating Caity’s (my dog) food after I have told her several times no to. I ask her what is wrong with her when she does that, but I don’t think she knows. Lately she has been the biggest troublemaker. She has claimed my computer chair so that any time I get up, she steals it. She always  has something to say, and gives me the worst looks when she’s not attacking her sister (Jade, my other cat). Meanwhile, Symba (my bird) screams his head off for various reasons, mostly involving his mirrors. If he can’t see himself, he will make sure you get to fixing the problem. Headaches are constant from his high-pitched squawking. Jade is equally mischievous. She perfects urinating on the most random of things. A couple days ago she ruined a new rug. She’s either (1) urinating/defecating on anything other than in her litter box, (2) scratching the furniture when I’ve told her repeatedly to stop, (3) eating the dog’s food, or (4) running her mouth. Every day brings new surprises.

I have been too lazy to post movie reviews on my blog, so I’m now overwhelmingly behind by about maybe ten movies or so. But that doesn’t stop me from watching even more movies. My mom has been helping me experience older movies that are being remade for the 21st century. She says I have to watch:

  • Adventures in Babysitting from 1987 (when I told her about wanting to see The Sitter)
  • Poltergeist from 1982

I’m okay with horror films made in the twentieth century and prior; it’s the 21st century ones that I refuse to watch. The special effects are too realistic; especially the supernatural movies. It took me two years to get over The Grudge and The Ring. I’m still a little creeped out by it. But I enjoyed Carrie.
I have a few other movies to pick up later:

  • Armageddon (1998)
  • The Big Lebowski (1998)
  • Four Christmases (2008 – I actually never got to finish this.)
  • Girl, Interrupted (1999 – Never got around to watching this.)
  • Saving Private Ryan (1998)
  • Taxi Driver (1976 – This was recommended from the book, “Joe Leydon’s Guide to Essential Movies You Must See If You Read, Write About – or Make Movies”)
  • Wanted (2008)
  • Back to the Future (1985 – I’m embarrassed to say I haven’t seen this by now.)

And actually tons of others I don’t feel like typing out. But maybe you get my idea so I don’t have to bore myself explaining all of it.
I made a trip to RedBox in the middle of blogging this. I’ll watch Contagion and Another Earth tonight.

I’m trying to read these books one at a time, but my mind wanders elsewhere, and when I do focus on one, another gets added to the pile. My mother is to blame, even if she does have good taste:

  • “Alex Rider (#9) Scorpia Rising” by Anthony Horowitz
  • “Disney War” by James B. Stewart
  • “Psych Major Syndrome” by Alicia Thompson
  • “The Crazy Person’s Guide to the Normal World” by Carol J. McCurdy

I can never blog without including at least one list. I love making lists; they’re so helpful.

I’ve still been wasting my time with magazine I suppose. I save everything. Seriously; nothing gets thrown away. I had to make a box or two for all the magazines I’ve been collecting (I have a subscription to Entertainment Weekly). It piles up, but I try to sort through it within a week. I need to get a job so I can subscribe to:

  • Consumer Reports
  • Mad
  • Scientific American
  • Time
  • National Geographic (actually, I need to renew it)
  • PC World
  • Esperenza
  • People (I think my mom subscribed)

I guess I’ve been writing to myself. I don’t mind all that much.
Now I sound like a weirdo; never mind.

Already this seems like a boring post. I have other non-important things to do.

“Opportunities don’t come on your time schedule.”
Kiefer Sutherland

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.

Too Boring For A Title

I am terrible at multitasking, but I’m trying my best at the moment. I know I’ll forget something.

August 6th came and went, but still no word from the local library. They have been behind on notifying by email, but they should have thought about having to short staff before they spent all their money from gracious donations all on decorations. Ugh. The hours are inconvenient too.
Hardly anyone signs up for the summer reading programs, and from all the different categories I would of thought I’d get something. Lots and lots of gift cards to book stores and Amazon.com. But no email from them; not a word.
I’m in the middle of The Help by Kathryn Stockett; I hope to finish it before the tenth (when the movie comes out). I’ve already received an Entertainment Weekly magazine with a cover story about the book/movie.
I’m sort of getting sick of talking about books. But what else is there to talk about if all I ever do is read?

Our TV has quite a personality. First off, it can’t tell the difference between increasing and decreasing the volume, so it increases the volume the majority of the time. And it hates universal remotes.
My laptop has its issues too.
I have a few movies from my mom’s collection I haven’t gotten around to watching yet:

  • Only You (1994)
  • Mad House (1990)
  • Just My Luck (2006)
  • Walk the Line (2004)

I also have a long list of movies to rent later. I’m sticking with Redbox at the moment. There’s no way in hell I’m returning to Netflix.

I am so lazy, I have an overflowing basket of clothes to wash. I’m not too fond of those clothes, but I hate shopping for clothes so I haven’t done anything. Plus, with this damn heat wave, the only thing you can wear to prevent passing out is a bathing suit. Living in Texas doesn’t help matters.

Some Boring Things About Myself

I can describe anything and any person very well with no problems; but when it comes to describing myself, I give nothing but a blank stare. I consider myself difficult to describe, but I do try:
I am me.
I’m usually confused about various things, if not all; the world, the time of day, and myself mostly. Just about anything and everything on a daily basis.
I am dedicated to documenting my life for something beyond what I understand.
I don’t consider myself an artist; I just take interest in doodling in detail usually in boring situations.
I am fascinated by Johnny Depp and his work. I could go on and on about him, he’s such an amazing person from what I see. I would love to meet him one day.
My passion is books; from reading, to writing, to researching, to libraries. I find books fascinating. The most difficult thing for me in life is to pull myself away from book sales. It’s almost impossible.
I find verbal communication extremely difficult and unnerving. I can better describe it as social anxiety.
Weather and room temperature are important to me. I prefer cold weather, but unfortunately that is very rare in Texas.
I’m not fully interested in technology like my mother is. I’m against kindles, touch screen phones, artificial intelligence etc. I predict a future much like the Matrix series if modern technology continues to increase at this rate.
As far as my appearance goes, it really depends on my mood; but I’m not particularly fond of my curly hair which is sometimes wavy, but always curly. 
I’ve been told I have clear eyes, and small hands. 
I’m 5’4” which is inconvenient, and have the worst vision imaginable.
I love to sleep and rent movies as much as I love to read and admire Johnny Depp.


I decided to give in and watch Eat Pray Love to see what all the hype was about. I didn’t get to finish the last twenty minutes or so since my portable DVD player decided to die for good. Oh well; you get what you pay for. I wasn’t enjoying the movie. Maybe I’m just stupid and clueless, but I found it boring and a little confusing. I didn’t see the point.

I’ve finished two separate 500-piece puzzles within about two days for each puzzle recently. I enjoy puzzles, yet having patience on other things in life is difficult for me.
I’ve also been forcing myself to commit to crossword puzzles in hopes to improve my memory. So far so good. Only a slight headache for three days. I’m coming to enjoy crossword puzzles, if only I can just remember a damn thing every once in a while.
I still do an occasional sudoku puzzle every now and then. I’ve just about mastered those.

I attempted a doodle of Johnny Depp last night. It was supposed to look like this.
In comparison

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