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.

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

Not much, but the same, and a little extra

Lately I’ve been in a writing mood. Although I can’t explain the fifteen day gap on this blog. I’m just lazy; that’s all there is to it.
Last week (March 11 – March 20) my mom and I went on our first vacation. We drove 1400 miles to Baltimore, Maryland. Me, my mom, and our hyperactive Jack Russell Terrier with all of our unnecessary baggage in a Chevy HHR rental car. It was an uncomfortable ride considering the amount of space we had (none). We drove through Louisiana, Mississippi (the middle of nowhere), Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee (awesome), Virginia (boring and full of mountains), and finally to Maryland where my mom had an interview. What we thought would be a cheap trip turned out not so cheap after all ($3,000+). But we had fun. We got a couple souvenirs and tons of pictures throughout the trip. We learned a few hard lessons and bonded as a family. Overall it was a good trip.

I can’t decide if I’m a Sudoku expert or not. I’m on the hardest level, but it seems like hopscotch, and I hate challenges. I’m also interested in crossword puzzles now, but the things I normally know seem to escape my mind when I’m working on them.

I’ve started writing complaint letters to companies whose services don’t meet my expectations. UPS was first, and I just finished Coca-Cola. Next up: Google, AT&T, Twitter, Microsoft, Viacom, Chase Bank, RedBox, Enterprise rent-a-car, JSC Fedral Credit Union, and possibly Disney.
As soon as I get some stamps, I’m going to start mailing these out.

I decided to sign up for Monster. It didn’t really do much of any good. If anything, it confirmed the fact that I need to open my GED book and finish studying. My grandfather was also another confirmation. You’d be surprised how much knowledge there is on both sides of my family. And then there’s me…the black sheep.

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.

Internet and Labor

I got up at 2pm today.
I only got up because I had to open the door for my mom who had just come home from work. Otherwise, I would have stayed in bed. I’m glad I got up though; I love having Honey Nut Cheerios every morning.

I checked some things on the internet after I got up: Yahoo news (some football player is too smart to be a football player; the government doesn’t care that radioactive waste is being dumped into drinking water), Facebook notifications (0), and the latest on Johnny Depp. I got distracted on the latter (happens a lot). I learned more about him from exclusive interviews. I didn’t seem to care about the privacy of his children before, which is why I had a few photos of them on my Flickr album. I removed them all. He works so hard to keep them out of the media; I respect that. If I come across photos of his children on a fan site or whatever, sure I will save them to my computer, but I won’t post them.

My mom and I spent the rest of the day putting our beds together. We moved in our new place in April 2010. We just now set up our beds, 11 months later. You have to take in to consideration two things: (1) I’m such a weakling, I can’t lift a damn thing, and (2) My mom is the complete opposite, and very intelligent, but beds are not her forte.
It took hours putting up the beds, but we (she) did it. Afterwards I took a long, lukewarm shower. I hate it when I sweat. So I tend to avoid any and every activity that involves sweating. But I was tired of sleeping so low to the ground, so I helped.

Yesterday I skipped church. I actually overslept. I had no intentions of going to church (I never do), but a friend from church asked me on Facebook (she does this about every other week) to come, so I told her I would try. I set my alarm for 8am, and it went off at 8am. I got up at 8am and turned the alarm off and went back to bed. I woke up again (much later) and realized I overslept. This happens every time I attempt to go to church. I haven’t been to church in at least six months. I felt bad for letting my friend down, and I told her so. I also told her I would try harder next Sunday.
Reasons why I don’t go to church:
(1) I’m agnostic.
(2) I hate church.
(3) I hate leaving the house.
(4) I love to sleep in and I’m not a morning person.
(5) Every time I go to church, the people look at me weird, like the devil just walked in or something.
(6) I don’t like spending hours in the same spot in a place where I feel uncomfortable.
(7) I don’t know what they’re so happy about or why.
I’ll try next Sunday.

Right now I need to finish this Sudoku puzzle, and then read a little. I’m reading Lottery by Patricia Wood. It’s a great book about this mentally-challenged guy in his late 30s who won the lottery.
I’d like to watch a movie after that, but I already watched the two Netflix DVDs. The first movie, Idiocracy, is like the Matrix; it’s going to happen someday unfortunately. The second movie, Knight and Day, was fun to watch; it’s the second movie I can remember watching that has sort of a twisted ending. The first was The Tourist.
I have a little over 300 movies (DVD and VHS), but there really isn’t anything I’d like to see again tonight. I don’t know, I’ll have to look again.
Maybe I’ll just finish my book tonight instead.

I’m Not Moderate

I guess I really do spend my time doing nothing.
When I decide to get up (somewhere around 11am and noon), I have all these plans and things I need to do. None of them involve Tumblr. But what do I do anyway? Tumblr.

I need to go pick up some things at the library, but I guess I would need to leave the house in order to do that, and well…that’s not happening. At least not now. Maybe tomorrow. No, not tomorrow.

I had planned on finishing this book, figuring out some Sudoku puzzles, possibly opening my GED book, and watching a movie later tonight.
I cleaned the cats’ litter boxes, and browsed Tumblr for the rest of the day.

Lately I’ve been correcting errors in articles usually pertaining to Johnny Depp.
I’m not a snob, but they shouldn’t post false crap.

There isn’t much else to say, because not much happened.
Hopefully tonight I can fulfill my original plans for today. Though I doubt it.

Bad Day

Today was….eventful. I didn’t even leave the house.
It was around noon when I decided to get up. I came out of my room and was headed for the kitchen to have my routine breakfast (Honey Nut Cheerios), when one of my cats caught my eye. It was Jade; she was by the front door playing with something. It looked like she was torturing something actually. Sure enough, Jade was playing with a monster ant (approximately the size of half a thumb). I freaked out (one of my many fears is insects); when I say freaked out, I mean I was having a panic attack. I was surprisingly brave enough to grab several paper towels and squish it against the door; the damn thing wouldn’t die though. I repeated the process about five more times until finally it stopped moving. Once that was over, and I disposed of the monster, I was trying to calm myself down to have some cereal, when I see an ant crawling on the ceiling. This time involved screaming and jumping around. My mom took her dear sweet time in coming to my rescue, but finally she came and stood on a chair to squish the ant. It was about ten minutes when I finally calmed down to have my bowl of cereal.
I went back in my room to try and relax. About an hour after the ant incident, I was doing some Sudoku puzzles when my mom suddenly started shouting “GET THE BROOM!!!” repeatedly from the living room. My anxiety started to build up again because I knew exactly why she wanted the broom; I knew this time it was worse than the ants. I found the broom and tossed it to her, meanwhile looking for the wasp. There it was, red and big as ever, flying around the living room. My mom was trying to beat it with a broom, while I went in search of the Raid I hoped we still had. Thankfully it was a brand new can. I used all of it on the wasp. The damn thing wouldn’t die either. After I used all the Raid and the wasp started to fall to the floor, I got the broom and beat the rest of the shit out of it. The broom bent in two, but the wasp was dead. My mom was rinsing our dog (Caity) under the faucet sink; I had accidentally sprayed her a little bit while trying to kill the wasp. She’s fine now; nice and clean.
The floor was soaked in Raid, and since we have several curious pets, I had to scrub the floor. It’s better now, but I can’t say the same for the walls and ceiling.

I did Sudoku puzzles for the rest of the day, and now I’m in bed, once again, trying to relax.
This day has been horrible. All I want now is a plastic bubble, so I can be safe and know that I am safe.
For the past several weeks, I have had terrible things happen to me every Friday. Something bad always happens on Friday. I don’t know why. Aren’t Fridays supposed to be fun? Now I dread Fridays.

These insects are out to get me, and nobody believes me.
I need to stock up on some more Raid cans…