An Average Day For Me (sort of)

Today was interesting, in an annoying sort of way.
My mom and I drove around for about an hour or two looking for a branch of this one bank that has a cash deposit ATM or night drop box or SOMETHING. We found one on the third try thanks to the GPS woman that never shuts up. She pisses me off; I don’t normally talk, but when I do, I make an effort to, so I expect to be heard rather than just wasting a breath, but that damn thing never shuts up; turn left this and turn blah blah blah.
Speaking of technology, I saw this Lexus (?) commercial; did you know that cars are becoming so brilliant that they can drive themselves? I think it mentioned something about “alerting the driver if they doze off” and “automatically decreases speed if it detects the car in front is too close”. Am I the only one freaked out about this? If I am, then I suggest you seriously watch I-Robot (starring Will Smith), and then get back to me. I’m telling you the future is in plain sight, and what do we do? Continue to build artificial intelligence until we no long have to think.
I’m ashamed of humanity.
But anyway..what was I saying? oh yeah, so I’m pretty fed up with this new bank. They really seem to care (overwhelmingly) about customer satisfaction. Wait till they here from me. Those idiots and their inconvenient services! And no it’s not a major bank, but still. Better yet, I’ll mail them my complaint. I swear it seems like they are desperate for customers. That’s not a good sign; not at all.

I’m back to an Android at the moment. It’s a My Touch 4G HTC thing. It’s also brilliant. Damn these things and their conveniences. Besides Google not understanding my voice, it works pretty well. Very helpful…and yes, I must admit…cool.
I heard about the BlackBerry issue. At least I know it wasn’t just me having difficulty with emailing. That’s their best trait, and it goes down? NOT a good sign. I can only imagine how many customers they lost. I go back and forth because I still have a strange devotion to BlackBerry. Forever and always I guess.

This is just flowing now isn’t it?

Mom has been lighting candles all over the house lately. I’ve always been a bit edgy with candles ever since I was eight, when I watched this news special about this woman who’s house burned down (I forgot if she lived or not) after she fell asleep forgetting about the lit candles. So I’m hesitant, but they do smell good. Really good.

In the world of books, I’m currently reading An Off Year by Claire Zulkey. It’s right up my ally in certain situations and I’m enjoying it. That last book I read, I Never Loved Your Mind by Paul Zindel, was very odd. The ending and just about every part of the book was strange and very unpredictable. But it was still a good read.

I suppose I have been cyber stalking Johnny Depp, but how can I not when he’s been in the public eye just about everyday this week? Especially his second drunk stunt, and the press for his upcoming movie The Rum Diary (in theaters October 28, 2011).
That reminds me, I need to renew my Flickr subscription before the end of the year.

“Morning is an important time of day, because how you spend your morning can often tell you what kind of day you are going to have.”
Lemony Snicket

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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

World drama and My Few Dilemmas

Today is good so far.
It’s my bird’s 15th birthday. His name is Symba; he’s a sweet cockatiel.

I’m sick of the world’s drama. Between the Royal Wedding, and Obama‘s birth certificate, I just really don’t understand people.
Yes, I’m happy for Prince William and Kate (Katherine as she will soon be referred to), but seriously people. I’m pretty sure the United States has more coverage than England itself. It just seems a bit silly. Why don’t we just celebrate a little, then get back to our problems without anymore distractions? I’m not one of those people that is up for changing the world; that’s a tough job I’ll leave to someone with more experience. But I’d still like for people to pay attention to the problems in the job industry, the economy (a gallon of milk is almost $5, not to mention the gas prices nowadays), and also stop blowing off the global warming problem and such.

My Blackberry has moved to a full time job of giving me hell.
Not only does it hate going online, but it freezes constantly, and has more limitations than I remember. I’m giving it a second chance (and perhaps last chance). I gave Windows Live Hotmail a second chance, so I’ll be fair. As long as Twitter works, I’m okay, since I barely use my phone for anything else anyway. But I’m not going to deny it, my Blackberry is a piece of shit.

Yesterday I found out that today I will be six hours away from Johnny Depp, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
Wow, just one state over. This is the closest he’s ever come to Texas. Supposedly he’s supposed to be in New Orleans, Louisiana filming a cameo for the new 21 Jumpstreet movie today.
Basically my dilemma is transportation. My mom and I share one car, and she’s working late tonight. Plus, it’s not like I have the guts (or street sense) to drive six hours into another state. So once again, my source of information will be from the internet. Excuse me while I go find a wall to bang my head against several times.

I’m still reading books like mad. I’m currently reading A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore. I’m halfway through it, and so far I’ve determined that this is the most hilarious book about death I’ve ever read.

I found a new breakfast food I’m crazy about just as much as my Honey Nut Cheerios cereal; Aunt Jemima’s oatmeal, maple syrup flavored. It’s really good, so don’t let the Maple Syrup flavor turn you away. It’s much better than it sounds. Too bad it’s not that easy to find.

I guess I’ll be busy this year with converting VHS tapes to DVDs. I’m well over two hundred tapes; mostly Disney movies, but others also. I found something that might make the hard work a little bit easier; A DVD recorder from Amazon. I have a lot of movies I’d like to preserve from my childhood. Hopefully this thing will work. I guess I’ll have to stock up on blank DVDs.

Where is the love?

Today wasn’t a complete waste of time.
I woke up at noon as usual (I should stop saying this, it happens regularly so we’ll just assume I wake up at noon everyday), had my bowl of Honey-Nut Cheerios in peace (surprisingly). Then I got back in bed and finished my book. The last few chapters were very emotional, and I didn’t expect that, but overall it was a good book (sequel actually): “Children of God Go Bowling” by Shannon Olson. Her life oddly resembles mine in a way.
I wrote a little after I finished the book. I didn’t start on the next book immediately like I used to. I guess since it was so emotional, I just wanted it to sink in, and think about it a little bit more. But my next book is: “Lottery” – by Patricia Wood.
The rest of the day was devoted to Tumblr. I stated my opinion on a post about ageism (I seem to be stating my opinion a lot lately). Basically my point is Ages 13-19 are considered teenage years. Why single anyone out when they’re in the same category? Everyone hates 13yr-olds supposedly because they’re immature. There are several immature people in the world. It doesn’t have to be a specific age. You can be 40-something and still be immature. It just depends. I’m seventeen; I’ll be eighteen at the end of May this year. I was pretty much immature up till February 2010. My dad’s death had a great impact on me; still does. I’ve changed into a completely different person. Mostly someone silenced.
You can say you’re 17. But proclaiming your age doesn’t tell your maturity level. You can assume, but you can never be sure. We’re all young. The world is fucked up enough as it is; why do more damage? Why not just come together? Different countries are struggling with different-yet-similar issues; whether it be leadership, or financial issues, or anything else, one thing is certain: the world is struggling. They’re aren’t that many people that see this.

Maybe I’m naive, but this is just how I see the world. Among other things.