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

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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.

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.

Sudoku and Literacy

Today I awoke to a late morning, as usual.
First thing I did was several Sudoku puzzles. I’ve done 6 1/2 pages today (the half means I’m not done for today). Pretty much the whole day was dedicated to Sudoku (70% Sudoku 30% Reading).

I also finished a book today. Lottery by Patricia Wood was a heartwarming novel full of inspiration. I enjoyed every page. I learned (among several things) that there’s a difference between being retarded, and just being slow. This is the second novel (I can’t remember, I’ve read so much) I’ve read where I felt a little intimidated by the author. Their aren’t very many authors I come across, where I feel the author is overqualified to be writing. But Patricia Wood is one of them. Outstanding book for her first novel.
Now I’m reading a book I hope will help me in the future. But after reading Allen Shawn‘s foreword, I see otherwise. I’m already intimidated. My god, this guy can write! He comes from a literary family, which explains a lot. I have a feeling Wish I Could Be There: Notes from a Phobic Life will be a good read. After all, my mom recommended it to me. She’s good at recommending things; she knows me so well.


It seems like every day I wonder if I should switch to an Android, or keep my beloved Blackberry. They both have issues; no phone (or anything else for that matter) is perfect. But I feel comfortable with my Blackberry. I’m not too comfortable with touch screens. But I need Android’s apps. I go back and forth in my mind all the time. I’m going to go to T-mobile tomorrow and see what else there is to do. I can upgrade in September, but maybe there’s another option (when I was with Sprint, there was always another option).
Here is what I need:
A phone that Twitter supports for their official app
High photo/video quality and easy access
Good battery
Maps and navigation
Speaker phone
Keyboard
Email access
Durable phone (tough when dropped etc.)
Calendar w/notification capabilities
Reasonable price
The problem is the “no perfect phone” part, and a phone with a reasonable price. But I doubt I’ll find anything less than $500 nowadays.


I finally watched Lady Gaga‘s Born This Way music video. My first thought was how much I hate her mini-movies. Then after I got past all her slutty outfits and dance moves, I realized how familiar the song was. This is not the first time she’s been accused of copying off Madonna, and I doubt it will be the last.


Now if you excuse me, I have some Honey Nut Cheerios to eat.