So, I arrive at this unique hotel, and it’s great and luxurious and whatever. When I settle in my room, I notice a very simple (cheap looking) alarm clock unplugged on top of the dresser. I thought that was strange, so I moved it to my bedside table and plugged it in. I took the time to set it (I’m used to smart clocks that set themselves. This one is digital, but not smart) and it was working perfectly fine for two days. I couldn’t understand why it would be unplugged. The third day however, was interesting. I was sleeping up until the alarm clock woke me up EARLY in the morning. I couldn’t believe it; I didn’t remember setting it. I turned the light on, annoyed, and looked for the off switch on the alarm clock only to find it was already off…. I’m like WTF? So I unplug the stupid thing, and toss it on the floor. I rolled over and went back to sleep understanding why it was unplugged in the first place, and not understanding why it wasn’t replaced with a better one.
Ever since I tied a mouse cat toy to an old shoelace I found, I have had nothing but problems with my cat, Cleopatra, and her obsession with ”Mousie”. She would have me tease her with the toy as often as she succeeded in disturbing me. I couldn’t sleep without her whining about Mousie. I kept Mousie hidden when I wasn’t teasing Cleopatra with it, but she always knew exactly where I placed it. Smart, yet annoying cat. Sometimes, she would take matters into her own…paws, and find Mousie. After that, I kept it in a drawer next to my bed; but that didn’t stop her from climbing on my fragile things trying to get to Mousie. It was a nightmare, and my own fault. So day after day, we played with Mousie, but it was never long enough for Cleopatra’s satisfaction. When I would tell her ”Okay, Mousie time is over..” and begin to put Mousie away, Cleopatra would follow me screaming what sounded like ”Noooooo!” in meow-language and watch Mousie go bye-bye with the still expectant look on her face. I hardly ever see her sleep, which is uncommon for cats. My other cat, Jade, sleeps the normal 20+ hours. They’re sisters, yet unique in strange ways. Yesterday, when we doing the Mousie ritual, Cleopatra finally pulled hard enough (she has QUITE the painful grip) and Mousie came in two. She preceded to finish off Mousie’s outer layer. We have tons more mice toys all around the house and under things, but the cats are surprisingly very rough on the toy mice, so my mom keeps buying more packs of toy mice from Petco, which I don’t see is helping matters. Also, the cats have a tendency to put mice in their water bowls which confuses me still. But then again, they’re cats, and they are strange creatures themselves.
Mousie is in a bucket right now; I didn’t have the heart to throw it away despite the unrepairable demolition. Maybe it’s my pack rat issues, or maybe it’s the sweet look on Cleopatra’s face, but Mousie will be fixed somehow involving replacement. As soon as I find another toy mouse around here that is dark grey and rattles…
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…
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:
- North of Beautiful by Justina Chen Headley (currently reading)
- 1984 by George Orwell aka Eric Blair (also currently reading)
- Some Girls Are by Courtney Summers
- The Miles Between by Mary E. Pearson
- Okay For Now by Gary D. Schmidt
- 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.
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.
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
- Phone call
- Text message
After a long while of puzzling, I realized the answer I wanted (I don’t want them to contact me) was not going to appear, so I chose email. I hate checking my email; I find it an overwhelming task.