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.

Worst Neighbors EVER

So I get sick of walking around this dark apartment and decide to give in to my dog’s wish of going outside on the patio. About one minute later I look up, and instantly bolt back into the living room to grab my digital camera. This was a sight worth documenting. 

I should start from the beginning actually: We moved here to this peaceful place and were adjusting quite fine listening and watching the birds out on the patio everyday. Then, these people move in right next door. I spotted a mother and about five blonde, stair-step children, the youngest being a little-over-one-year-old baby. From the moment we spotted them they have not calmed down. They are by far the rowdiest neighbors I have ever seen (and believe me, I’ve seen horrible neighbors). To keep track, my mom and I gave the few neighbors we associate with nicknames; downstairs are the hippies and now these horrible neighbors are…how do I put this nicely?…sort of country-bumpkins. Nobody seems to know how to properly close a door without the entire apartment complex hearing it. The children have never heard of inside and outside voices, they always come out when we try to enjoy the patio, so now they’ve scared the birds away. I’m serious. The birds don’t come by anymore. I have yet to see any of them wearing shoes. They have a big black dog that they actually take care of (that’s a first from what I’ve seen) decently, and I think they only use their apartment for storage purposes (everything else is crowded on their patio) considering they are always outside. The mother is usually outside on the patio smoking while everyone else is running around wild. I hate them. I’m sorry, but I do. We complained to the management office once and things actually quieted down for about two weeks, then it all started up again when some hot guy moved in (I think) with them. I’ve seen three different guys go in and out, so I have no idea who the father is. We mind our own business and don’t speak to them (I try not to acknowledge them), but give them dirty looks when they start yelling and screaming back and forth. Oh, and the stupid little girl hangs around the stairs teasing our dog (a Jack Russell Terrier, need I say more?) so we have to go back in and be miserable listening to them.

So, just now I noticed they made a walkway through this wire-fence that separates the apartments from a field, and then a power plant. The landscapers don’t always mow it, and when they do, they only mow some of it and leave the rest tall and wild. There are so many things wrong with these neighbors I just…am shocked. So, the mother and one of the kids sat out on the patio while the rest of the family (different guy acting as a father I think) camped out in the field close by the power plant BAREFOOT. They had a smaller dog with them running around THROUGH THE POWER PLANT. The kids (and the baby, now walking) were all running the length of the field barefoot in the tall grass where I think snakes live. The “father” sat on this cinder block thing letting everyone run loose (including the baby that is now walking). Oh, and it gets better (and by better I mean worse); then the mother (sitting on the patio still) starts having a conversation with the “father” who is about a thousand feet away. Meanwhile the kids start going separate ways. And you know who the “father” tells to “come here” and “don’t go too far”? The dog. They only went back inside when the mother mentioned someone coming over. Oh, and these are 3-bedroom apartments. There’s at least five of them altogether living there. In the beginning when they were first moving in, the mother’s parents (NORMAL PEOPLE) were helping them get settled. I repeat, the mother’s parents are the complete opposite of her and the kids. Unbelievable.
Besides the neighbors disturbing us every 30 minutes or so, I’ve been updating websites and other stuff. This week my obsession is Pinterest. I love organizing, creating things and lists. 
The pets are all still crazy (but lovable), so nothing really is new with them, unless you count the cats slapping the dog every time she tries to smell one of them.
I’m learning more about politics (which I still deem boring and ridiculously complex). 
I am also preparing for Halloween (sort of). I want to dress up and take a few pictures, eat a bunch of my favorite candy, and maybe watch a classic horror movie (and by classic, I mean movies made before 1990). I’ve had of course more troubles with my cellphone. This time (I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it before), I have a Nokia Lumia 710 (white). Never again will I get a Windows phone. NEVER AGAIN. I actually wrote a review about it on T-Mobile’s website: 

I’m not fond of Windows Phones and this one certainly doesn’t help. At first I thought it would grow on me, but then I found very few features to my liking. First of all, the majority of social networking sites and other website apps (except for anything Microsoft of course) do not support the Windows platform. They’ve come a long way, but there are very poor apps available in the app store and it’s entirely frustrating. Also, it does not have an SD card slot which is a big inconvenience considering how often I switch computers and stuff. It has Zune for all things media, but that’s okay. The GPS sucks and is very slow and annoying. Sometimes it has been inaccurate and I’ve had to find out the hard way. I always thought of Nokia making basic phones and walkie-talkies; their smartphone is poor when it comes to the latest technology in social media etc. I am definitely switching to an Android. This will do for now, but it just sucks.

I’m behind on movies, and slacking a little on books, and my sims aren’t too well. I guess I’ve been browsing the internet and watching TV a lot lately. I think I’m finally acting like a teenager. Though the love of music will probably come later in my life.
I’ve been catching up on some of my favorite shows (Criminal Minds, New Girl and recently: The Mentalist and Baby Daddy). I guess I’m having fun. I’m trying to keep up with job hunting and cleaning the house but I get distracted very easily, much to my mother’s dismay. I’m working on it.

You create your own universe as you go along.
– Winston Churchill

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

Overflowing Movies, Unidentifiable Bugs, And More Life Frustrations

I have this long list of movies to see and it only gets longer no matter how many movies I try to catch up on. My main priorities (movies) are:

  • The Avengers
  • Men in Black 3
  • The Winning Season (can’t find it anywhere to rent)
  • The Boys Are Back (can’t find it anywhere to rent)
  • Dr. T and the Women (can’t find it anywhere to rent)
  • Drowning Mona (can’t find it anywhere to rent)
  • Goodfellas
  • Brave
  • Anchorman (trying to find it before the second comes out)
  • Pulp Fiction
  • Smokey and the Bandit 2 (can’t find it)
  • The Brave (can’t find it in the whole U.S.)
  • Alien
  • Loosies
  • Ghost (I can’t bear to watch sad movies, but this is a must according to my mom)
  • Mirror Mirror
  • Snow White and the Huntsman

I usually just wait to rent from Redbox, but I’m rather impatient for some movies. Also, it’s not like I have an unlimited supply of money to go to the theaters every movie or so. Speaking of which, I’m looking forward to these this year:

  • The Amazing Spider-Man (tomorrow – July 3rd)
  • The Watch (July 27th)
  • Total Recall (August 3rd)
  • Hope Springs (August 10th)
  • Premium Rush (August 24th)
  • Lawless (August 31st)
  • The Good Doctor (August 31st – I might wait for this to come to DVD)
  • Taken 2 (October 5th)
  • The Wedding (October 19th)
  • Robot & Frank (October 25th)
  • Thor 2 (November 8th)
  • The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (December 14th)

There are a few others, but the above list are the ones I’m really excited about seeing.
I think I watched like three movies yesterday. I hadn’t planned on the third one, but while I was updating my movie lists (apparently that’s all I ever do – update lists) and browsing IMDb, I came across something so awesome my heart skipped a beat; I watched a full length movie, S.W.A.T., for free on this website I discovered also: Crackle. So I stayed up and enjoyed my luck.

Lately I’ve been having extreme cellphone frustrations and problems. I have been through THREE of these (two within the last 30 days). I think I want this one but tomorrow I’m getting this as a replacement. I hate the Windows platform; I have had nothing but problems with them in the past. Nobody even trusts them anymore! You hardly ever see a popular website offering an app available on Windows. I went through a list (ha!) of my favorite apps and came up short with a few when comparing Android and Windows. GoodReads does not have an app for Windows; that really sucks. But I got a few of my other favorites. Ugh, I am so sick of resetting phones! But there’s not much of anything I can do about it. It just is what it is unfortunately. Damn.

I’m going back and forth with college decisions, so nothing is permanent. No problem. I’m used to it, and I’m not particularly looking forward to heading back to college online or not. But I have to do something, and no one will hire me. I blame the government. Why must things have to be so complicated? Yeah yeah, I love my country, and things could be worse, but we have some serious problems that aren’t going anywhere because it takes so long to make a final decision!

Meanwhile I’m looking around the house for the important documents I need to switch my driver’s license (I still have a Texas license, living in Tennessee). I’m trying to get it all done before the voting starts. I’ve given myself a deadline of one month or so before November 6th to get everything in (30 days to deal with the voter’s registration crap). I don’t mean to get into politics, but I have a strong feeling that our votes don’t matter. Things are so not what they should be. But I want to vote this year. It’s especially important considering this will be my first time. It takes so much just to prove existence..it’s really annoying.

We have a major spider problem. There are wasps too, but oddly enough they’re friendly. I sprayed wasp spray the other day because they were swarming around the front door. I stood in the doorway while spraying all around where I could reach; I sprayed the doorway above my head like a dumbass. I rinsed my head and arms unsure of how toxic it is to humans (who reads the warning labels?). I ended up using the whole can; if you ask me, they don’t put enough in there in the first place. What a rip off. Same with cereal and chips and soda bottles, etc. Is it too much to ask to get my money’s worth?
Anyway, the spider problem: now that I think about it, it’s quite funny. First off, my advice is to get bug spray for the specific pest you are trying to rid of. Don’t get the combination. So, the other night I was sitting in my beanbag chair about to watch a movie on my portable DVD player, when I saw a huge spider out of the corner of my eye. So far, I have not been able to identify a single creature here in Tennessee. All that I’m sure of are these spiders, but don’t ask me the species, I have no earthly idea and I don’t feel like looking through millions of photos in catalogs online. Been there done that. Very exhausting and very creepy.
I jumped out of the chair immediately, tossing my DVD player on the floor, trying to get far away from the spider. It was slightly smaller than my hand, but the biggest spider I’ve seen so far (besides tarantulas). I grabbed the can of bug spray that supposedly kills ants, roaches and spiders. The first clue should have been obvious: it had a picture of illustrating a roach being killed. So I sprayed the spider as it tried to make its escape (sometimes I feel guilty about this) with the stuff and it just kept crawling fast away. I just about emptied the whole can on the thing and it still kept going! My mom came in with wasp spray (specifically for wasps) and sprayed a little directly on the spider. Guess what? Yeah, it died instantly. That was a major WTF? moment. It was also a terrifying experience for me. As if I don’t have enough phobias as it is with insects! My worst fear is losing sight of the insect I’m trying to kill.

My pets are all still crazy, my cat is still greedy and weighs 10.6 pounds (!). She’s not liking her new diet so she occasionally vomits un-chewed kernels from eating so fast. My dog won’t stop acting like a cat, and my other cat is more rebellious than a teenager. Oh, and the bird is still screaming his head off unless symphony-like music is playing. These pets are work. Sometimes, it really does feel like a zoo.

I’ve been doing other things so I’m still reading On the Road – by Jack Kerouac. It’s…ongoing with pointless adventures or rather, living life to the extreme fullest. It’s good.

“I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” – Pg. 104 of On the Road by Jack Kerouac.

My 3-Day Birthday and More Bugs

I turned 19 yesterday (May 31st). I don’t feel it at all. It’s just a number.
The day before my birthday my mom let me get a few things I picked out while shopping for the apartment. I got a few puzzles. I love puzzles. I have not yet concurred the 1,000 piece puzzle, but 500 piece puzzles are easy to me. I found one that is 750 pieces. I can’t wait to start them. Yes, I’m back on my puzzle-obsession phase.
Afterwards, we went to see Dark Shadows finally (it wasn’t as great as I thought it would be. That’s like the second movie now of Johnny Depp‘s that have sort of disappointed me (the first was The Rum Diary)).
The day OF my birthday, my mom and I rented a movie (Gone) after I finished decorating and organizing around the apartment (another new obsession/hobby).
Today I finally got around to claiming my tiny birthday scoop of ice cream from Baskin Robbins. For once I was sick of getting chocolate, so I tried Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough; I’m really not fond of vanilla. I enjoyed the Blue Raspberry Sherbet much better.
I discovered a few interesting things and a little too much information from my family. I’ve been promised gift cards (or something like that), so I’m having fun with the mail. I still have a major interest in mail. I sent off like five postcards to friends and family back in my hometown and so. I like stamps too by the way.

I’ve been watching a bunch of movies lately, but I’ve still managed to get some reading in. I’m currently reading ”On The Road” – by Jack Kerouac. It’s all sorts of things, but by far the strangest book I’ve ever read. Johnny Depp doesn’t make much sense either.

You know, it’s very frustrating to prove to someone that you’re serious and not crazy when there has been a lot of craziness in the past (a rather soon past, I’ll admit). I have major anxiety, and the outdoors increases my fears. It’s not so much the feeling of pain, because it’s barely a pain; no, it’s the site of the biting insects that creep me out so much that I run around screaming and slapping myself all over like a maniac. Well, I was helping my mom take out the trash, when all of a sudden I felt something small and alive land on my shoulder and neck. I dropped the trash bag right there and slapped my ear. My mom thought I was just imagining something out of past fears, but I felt a tiny sting on my neck and then my shoulder. I still hadn’t made it to the dumpster yet, so I dropped the trash again and this time slapped myself all over while jumping around and asking if ”there was something on me” to which my mom checked several times and saw nothing. A bit more edgy and uncertain, I finally made it to the dumpster and got rid of the trash. Right when I finished disposing of the trash, I felt several more stings; I had had enough and this time started shrieking, jumping around, asking if my mom could see it, and making a fool of myself as I beat myself all over from my torso up. I looked down my shirt and got a glimpse of the offender: it looked smaller than a wasp and skinnier than a bee. It was slightly larger than an average ant, and it had wings. I heard a long time ago that either the queen or the king can fly and perhaps do more damage. I have a feeling this was a queen. As I looked down my shirt and beat myself (it was sort of in my bra), my mom said to just take my shirt off RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN. I said no way and continued beating myself all the way to the car. Once I got in, I immediately took my shirt off and inspected everything. I also again, asked my mom if she saw anything. She was saying that it was all in my head. It took like two minutes for the bumps to form, but sure enough I was covered in sloppy, tiny bites around my shoulder and neck. I was on edge the entire car ride (still am actually). Unfortunately these experiences have scared me so badly that now I start slapping myself if I feel the tiniest of touch. Most of the time it turns out to be my hair flying in my face. Ugh, what a life.

The news has gotten really insane, so I try to ignore it and watch movies and classic cartoons (when I can find them). You know, we humans bring a lot on our own selves. The world just gets crazier by the day.

”Happiness does not depend on what you have or who you are, it solely relies on what you think.”
– Buddha

This Is Not An Awesome Title

I don’t understand how Cleopatra (my cat) can repeatedly go back to eating Caity’s (my dog) food after I have told her several times no to. I ask her what is wrong with her when she does that, but I don’t think she knows. Lately she has been the biggest troublemaker. She has claimed my computer chair so that any time I get up, she steals it. She always  has something to say, and gives me the worst looks when she’s not attacking her sister (Jade, my other cat). Meanwhile, Symba (my bird) screams his head off for various reasons, mostly involving his mirrors. If he can’t see himself, he will make sure you get to fixing the problem. Headaches are constant from his high-pitched squawking. Jade is equally mischievous. She perfects urinating on the most random of things. A couple days ago she ruined a new rug. She’s either (1) urinating/defecating on anything other than in her litter box, (2) scratching the furniture when I’ve told her repeatedly to stop, (3) eating the dog’s food, or (4) running her mouth. Every day brings new surprises.

I have been too lazy to post movie reviews on my blog, so I’m now overwhelmingly behind by about maybe ten movies or so. But that doesn’t stop me from watching even more movies. My mom has been helping me experience older movies that are being remade for the 21st century. She says I have to watch:

  • Adventures in Babysitting from 1987 (when I told her about wanting to see The Sitter)
  • Poltergeist from 1982

I’m okay with horror films made in the twentieth century and prior; it’s the 21st century ones that I refuse to watch. The special effects are too realistic; especially the supernatural movies. It took me two years to get over The Grudge and The Ring. I’m still a little creeped out by it. But I enjoyed Carrie.
I have a few other movies to pick up later:

  • Armageddon (1998)
  • The Big Lebowski (1998)
  • Four Christmases (2008 – I actually never got to finish this.)
  • Girl, Interrupted (1999 – Never got around to watching this.)
  • Saving Private Ryan (1998)
  • Taxi Driver (1976 – This was recommended from the book, “Joe Leydon’s Guide to Essential Movies You Must See If You Read, Write About – or Make Movies”)
  • Wanted (2008)
  • Back to the Future (1985 – I’m embarrassed to say I haven’t seen this by now.)

And actually tons of others I don’t feel like typing out. But maybe you get my idea so I don’t have to bore myself explaining all of it.
I made a trip to RedBox in the middle of blogging this. I’ll watch Contagion and Another Earth tonight.

I’m trying to read these books one at a time, but my mind wanders elsewhere, and when I do focus on one, another gets added to the pile. My mother is to blame, even if she does have good taste:

  • “Alex Rider (#9) Scorpia Rising” by Anthony Horowitz
  • “Disney War” by James B. Stewart
  • “Psych Major Syndrome” by Alicia Thompson
  • “The Crazy Person’s Guide to the Normal World” by Carol J. McCurdy

I can never blog without including at least one list. I love making lists; they’re so helpful.

I’ve still been wasting my time with magazine I suppose. I save everything. Seriously; nothing gets thrown away. I had to make a box or two for all the magazines I’ve been collecting (I have a subscription to Entertainment Weekly). It piles up, but I try to sort through it within a week. I need to get a job so I can subscribe to:

  • Consumer Reports
  • Mad
  • Scientific American
  • Time
  • National Geographic (actually, I need to renew it)
  • PC World
  • Esperenza
  • People (I think my mom subscribed)

I guess I’ve been writing to myself. I don’t mind all that much.
Now I sound like a weirdo; never mind.

Already this seems like a boring post. I have other non-important things to do.

“Opportunities don’t come on your time schedule.”
Kiefer Sutherland