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

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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

My Weird Knee And Other Low Key Pains

I think I scared my cats walking like Jack Nicholson in The Shining as I ran to catch them. I’ve been having knee problems, so constant bending of my knee hurts. I’m beginning to hate beds that lift a little above the floor; it makes a great hiding spot for the cats mostly because I can’t fit under there so I get looks of almost pity from my cats when I try to wiggle to the center underneath the bed. They’re always just out of reach -_-
I have to lock the cats up at night in their carriers because one cannot be trusted and the other is questionable. Cleopatra is a normal cat, so she might try to go after our bird while everyone is asleep. Jade, the strange and bad one, can’t be trusted. She will go after the bird if she gets a chance and she’s very destructive, so I can’t lock her in a bedroom. It’s a very difficult situation, as usual. You’d think I’d be in great shape from trying to catch them all the time (they’re fast little demons). I don’t know what interests me about cats; I really don’t.

My laptop died again the other day. I need to take it to get fixed, I just haven’t gotten around to it yet. It’s a decent laptop, but I would prefer an updated one with more options.

Speaking of computers dying, my phone battery died while I was away from home. The thing about me is, I prepare for everything. I pack extra everything justifying it all by telling myself each time, ”Just in case…you never know..”. Sometimes I overpack but I feel good knowing I have plenty of everything so I’ll never be without anything (I think I fear boredom). I even packed a flashlight! But I didn’t pack an extra phone battery or charger. I had to wait till my mom and I got back home to get a new battery since there wasn’t a T-Mobile anywhere nearby (there’s only so much country I can take). So of course my phone died by then, but I had a tablet so it wasn’t so bad (oh my God, I sound like my ungrateful generation). I’m so sick of these damn smartphones and these stupid cellphone companies.

It’s been bothering me how behind I am from my peers. But I’ve almost made a decision about college. I want to study either Film (screenwriting/film criticism etc.) or Public Relations. I just don’t know anymore. It’d be cool to work with/for Johnny Depp though 😉

Lately I’ve been keeping up with the following shows:
New Girl, Criminal Minds, Elementary and American Idol (I’m a fan of Keith Urban and am interested in what he has to say as a judge).
I’ve still been watching a lot of movies and I’ve been trying to write more (I’m working on like six different projects). I read some too; and when I’m not doing all of that, I’m playing two games: The Sims FreePlay (for Android) and iMobsters (for Android). Both highly addictive games.
Don’t worry, I’m working on trying to get a life.

Other than that, I guess my mind is just all over the place…

Without a struggle, there can be no progress.
Frederick Douglass

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

I Could Be An Expert’s Assistant On Life

It has certainly been an interesting number of days. Where do I begin?
Tonight was probably the most eventful out of everything. My mom and I got home after 1:30 in the morning (kind of a long, personal story – I’ll get to that later) from McDonald’s. First of all, since when do they stop accepting credit after certain hours? That’s about as stupid and inconvenient as them not serving certain breakfast foods after 10:30am or whatever. And who carries cash anymore these days? My mom certainly doesn’t; I’d like to, but it just doesn’t work out (ahem, broke, college student here). So we have to drive around to my bank and withdraw cash from an ATM (whoever invented ATMs was a genius) and then drive back to a McDonalds where I finally reunite with their annual special…drumline please….THE MCRIB!!!! I swear I sang ”You Are So Beautiful” to it all the way home as I savored every bite. My mom decided to wait till we got home to have her meal (it was like, 30°F, aka fucking cold). When she pulled out her double cheeseburger, I burst out laughing. I literally rolled on the floor, laughing my ass off to the point of tears. I had forgotten how small McDonald’s burgers where. I took a picture of my mom holding it, flat in her palm (it was half the size of her hand), and rolled over and laughed my ass off some more. I needed that.
So that was my awesome food experience nostalgia I deserved. Better late than never.

For the past three days I’ve been in a serious creative and productive mood. My room and closet (mostly my closet – I tried to pick up a little in my room) look like someone was looking for something (ransacked), couldn’t find what they were looking for, then threw a tantrum because they couldn’t find it. But that’s actually not the case; no, what happened was, I had an idea and was looking for something to carry out that idea, but found something else that inspired a new idea, and so on. It’s a mess but if I close my eyes, it’s not so bad.
Speaking of closing my eyes, maybe I need to dust my dream catcher off or something (?) because some bad dreams have been slipping through. Why am I always being chased? Sure, there was a lot of chasing going on with me as a kid, but I was a wild child.. And don’t ask me what my dreams were about because I don’t remember. All I remember is that I was being chased. It’s weird though, in my dreams I never run out of energy (I say this because it’s the total opposite in reality).
I’ve actually written a lot this year, but lately my creativity has been specific: drawing. Yesterday (or the day before, I think) I sketched about four pictures [insert Facebook link]. I was frustrated though because it wasn’t going exactly how I wanted it to. I almost gave up, but my mom gave some inspiring advice so that I was back on track.
I’ve been [i]obsessing [/i] over Pinterest [add link] lately (they’ve got a lot of cool ideas), and I decided to try something [add link to post] using what I had (again, broke college student) which included an ugly, yellow, legal pad and an old Converse shoe box (I refuse to throw shoe boxes away – for occasions like these, I know they’ll come in handy later). I’m still working on it, but I’m handwriting inspirational writing quotes on the legal pad and tearing the parts used into little scraps, then folding them in half and scattering them inside the shoebox. The idea is to randomly pick a quote when I’m feeling down about my writing. So far so good.
My mother is currently ”thinking herself to death”. Interesting, but not surprising, for her.

I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.