A Slightly Interesting Update

I’ve switched to another hobby: research.
I’m currently researching Christmas. I checked out a ton of books from the library the other day, and with this as a start, I’m well on my way of discovering more useless things to preoccupy my mind.
Next up will be the Yin-Yang symbol. I’ve always wondered about that.

My mom and I decided to swap gifts early: I got the “Torches” Foster the People CD I wanted (I’ve lately taken an interest in them – I first discovered them on “Saturday Night Live”), and my mom got some cool Taylor Swift stuff I found. We’ve yet to “celebrate” Christmas with the extended family. One idea going around is for us all (me, my mom, grandmother, and aunt) to see “War Horse” together on Christmas Day. There’s no way in hell that’s happening. I refuse to watch any movie involving the suffering of an animal. I’m too much of an animal lover to bear something like that. So is my mom. The truth is, I don’t want to see a dramatic movie; I’ve had enough of those. Out of my entire list of movies in theaters I want to see, they pick something way off from my interests; figures.

  • Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows
  • A Very Harold and Kumar 3D Christmas
  • Tower Heist
  • We Bought A Zoo
  • The Descendants
  • The Sitter
  • Hugo
  • Carnage
  • Young Adult

I mainly want to see the first two.
Speaking of which, I’ve been watching loads of movies lately; afterwards, I write reviews and post them online. It’s not a novel, but at least I’m writing again. As you can see, I’m still making lists of probably useless things. I call it work, and my mom calls it nothing. Interesting.
While at the library, I couldn’t help but grab a few novels. Needless to say I had to use a basket, which was heavy and overflowing with mostly books on Christmas history and such. Excluding the Christmas stuff:

  • Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
  • Easily Amused by Karen McQuestion
  • Annabel by Kathleen Winter
  • Trapped by Michael Northrop
  • Fall for Anything by Courtney Summers

I’ve also been probably wasting my time on magazines; actually one in particular: Entertainment Weekly. I’m beginning to think they don’t give a shit, considering all the letters I’ve been sending and still with no response. That’s okay; I enjoy the process of writing and mailing letters. Although, I’m running out of notebooks, and I’m always out of stamps, so that puts a damper on things.
I guess I’ve been acting weird lately. I’m happy with my new hobby; as I always am. One day, I’ll turn these hobbies into a career. I’ve actually thought a lot about that, and have compiled a list of possibilities (in order):

  1. Writer
  2. Film Critic
  3. Editor
  4. Librarian

Right now I wouldn’t mind a job either working as a mail clerk, or a Blockbuster employee. That would be fun.

Right when I rejoin Facebook, they have to go and screw up the privacy settings to the point of frustration. Timeline is and/or will be the worst thing imaginable. It’s beyond way too personal. And did Mark Zuckerberg not take into account that employers do a search on applicants? Why does he have to be such an asshole? My cursor shall remain hovering over the “delete my account” button.

I still have insomnia, though not as bad as before. For the past few nights now I’ve been listening to the audio version (I love the sound of Johnny Depp‘s voice – which is mainly why I bought this – but I am actually enjoying it) of Life – by Keith Richards on my mp3 player until I get sick of it and/or fall asleep. It’s hard to keep track of my place though; that’s a dead end I don’t wish to revive.
I’m slowly obtaining an interest in music; but my heart will always be in books.

The cats are still a pain in the ass. I pick up cat vomit every morning. The worst part is the manner in discovering it (if you know what I mean). Usually it’s Cleopatra, but today I found Jade vomiting (in the worst places: next to one of their food bowls, and then again on their scratch pad). Jade inhales her food in record speed. She’s also acquired quite a tummy from it. Cleopatra is all fur really, but Jade is indeed a little on the heavy side to the point where you can hear her land after jumping down from something (usually something she’s not supposed to be on) with a loud thump!
Cleopatra has finally been sleeping (napping actually). She still howls throughout the night though; it’s all about Mousie. Ugh.

There Really Isn’t Anything Else To Talk About

Every now and then I have moments in which nothing in my current stack of library books interests me. It doesn’t last long though.
The current stack:

Okay For Now by Gary D. Schmidt

Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour by Morgan Matson

Ten Things We Did (and probably shouldn’t have) by Sarah Mlynowski

Boy Toy by Barry Lyga

Ten Miles Past Normal by Frances O’Roark Dowell

Border Crossing by Jessica Lee Anderson

I’m picky yet all over the place in the genres of books. Sometimes this, sometimes that. It just depends on the moment I guess.

But enough about books…

I don’t really have anything else to talk about besides books. That’s sad, I know. I’m working on it; not really but really. But not really. If that makes any sense?

I’m just now realizing my blogging consists of lists and books. Not necessarily in that order.

I received $20 a few hours ago from a generous-but not so generous family member, and two hours after that (including one hour of doing entirely nothing but thinking of what I want as I scanned my room. I seriously had the same pose of ‘The Thinker’ while sitting on my bed.) I finally decided what I think I wanted. So I called my favorite bookstore and had them hold The Year of Living Biblically: One Man’s Humble Quest to Follow the Bible as Literally as Possible by A. J. Jacobs. I stuttered on the Biblically part (easier said than done), but luckily she knew what I meant. They have it. One hardcover. $6.99. Hell yeah. I’m proud to say I’m a successful bargain shopper. During the hour of thinking of what to buy (yes, cash always seems to ‘burn a hole in my pocket’), I also considered other reasonably priced stores. Except Barnes & Noble, who is never reasonably priced (I miss Borders already). There is nothing wrong with a used book so long as the previous owner treated the book with respect. I’ve seen people use books as coasters and the like. If you are one of these people, shame on you. A few days ago I could have easily been called a hypocrite, but I really didn’t have a place to put my drink but on a book. My desk is crowded with books and more books. I feel terrible about it.
Once again, I really didn’t intend for this post to be about books, but I really have nothing else to talk about, since that’s all that goes on in my life.
I could talk about how much of a pain in the ass my two cats are, but I don’t feel like getting into that at the moment. I still have trouble sleeping because of them! Especially Cleopatra…

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.

Pick A State, Any State

Just about everyday has been uneventful. There’s not much to talk about when nothing happens, but I like it when nothing happens because then there’s peace.

I finished The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger yesterday I think. It was an enjoyable read.
I’m trying to get the classics out of the way before I start reading the latest novels again and others from the library. I feel like I should have read them years ago. Probably.
These are next:

  1. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (currently reading)
  2. 1984 by George Orwell
  3. On the Road by Jack Kerouac

I use the library a lot because it’s easier to rent novels I’ve never read before free of charge, instead of buying them and taking the risk of displeasure. So I save $20 every now and then.
The only problem with the library is that they don’t always have the latest novels. It’s uncommon for them to have books published in 2009+, which is extremely frustrating. Sometimes I have no choice and have to make a few purchases, but it’s a last resort.
I was browsing my local library’s web page and noticed a “suggestion” link for the first time (I swear I don’t remember it being there). Hopefully the librarian will approve the purchase suggestions of the new books I sent.
I have a list of 100+ books to read; it grows just about everyday. I find it exciting rather than the overwhelming emotion most people have.

I’ve been renting Redbox DVDs quite frequently lately.
I finally got around to watching Charlie St. Cloud. It was truly beautiful. I really understood it almost to the point of tears.
The Company Men is a movie I’m considering buying. It’s rare that you find a movie that depicts the actual reality of struggle.

In about 136 days, it will be time to move. Hopefully by then my mom and I both will have jobs. Otherwise, it’s another year or so here at this apartment. I hate moving; it’s such a pain in the ass. It’s not just the labor that’s the problem, it’s the effort in which I try to protect my fragile items. I’ve been through three lava lamps; for some reason, I can’t seem to move to another place without breaking a lava lamp. Also, we have way too much junk. I think it took two moving trucks last time.
There aren’t much of any jobs out there nor much time left. My mom is trying to get into a Public Relations career, or possibly writing. Me, I have enough experience to consider a Librarian field, but I really want to be a writer. I wouldn’t mind starting off sorting mail, but all the jobs I’ve applied to won’t even respond.
Nowadays my mom asks me to “pick a state, any state”. Most opportunities seem to be pointing towards Virginia, but I don’t want to live in Virginia; there’s not much out there.

One last thing,
Is there a problem in music not being my everything? I enjoy it every now and then, but I’d much rather be reading.

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.