Day 31, Last Day of BEDA

So it's the last day of Blog Every Day in August, and to be honest, I'm pretty relieved.
I don't mind blogging every day, but it's on the threshold of becoming a chore.
Not there yet, but almost.
And with school starting, it'll be nice not to have to focus on this as well as keeping up with my school work.

Today all I really did was wake up, eat, get ready and head to work. It felt nice to sleep in until noon after not having much sleep the day before.
Work was challenging, but not as crazy as I thought it would be.
We had one person the floor, our manager, my cashier, me, and our framer. In other words we were short staffed by one person, and I was expected to recover a section of the store as well as be an FES.
No problem. I knew I would rock this shift.
I spent an hour up front in between cashiers, in which I rang people up and took a minute to look at the dividers on the tower baskets and attempted to move things around within them. I got the trash, finished it when my cashier arrived, took a lunch, and recovered floral and all of scrapbooking. I sent my cashier to do the bathrooms/breakroom, and when she got back 20 minutes later I closed registers. Our floor person and framer had the go backs finished. By 9:30, we were out of there.

When I got home I opened my books, and put a couple of them in binders since they weren't bound. I feel like I should do more toward school, but I have tomorrow and Thursday to actually do the homework that's due on Friday and get my online stuff going.

I wish I had a story or something to dazzle you with on this last day, but I really don't.
I will, however, post some memorable quotes from "The Bermudez Triangle."

Last Book Finished: "The Bermudez Triangle" by Maureen Johnson

Memorable Quotes:
"... She realized how much she missed her. Except it wasn't like she was realizing something new but finally naming some kind of nagging ache that had been bothering her for a long time."

"Getting ready for Valentine's Day has been the worst."
"That's because Valentine's Day sucks ass."
"She likes you, so tell her you like her. Make it suck less."
Parker shook his head.
"No one can do that," he said sagely. "Not even the president, or Gandalf, or anybody."

Okay, that's all.
I'll most likely write in a couple of days.
I need a break : )



First day of school, first day of school!

First I would like to say that I forgot that there were 31 days in this month, so you get two more blog posts for BEDA. As exhausting as it is right now, I'm glad that this is the case. But that means that I can't feed you some bullcrap about how despite the fact that I'm sad that BEDA is ending, it is the beginning of my new semester and more experiences.
So at least you're spared that : p

Last night I didn't get into bed around 2, and I'm keeping a lot of what went on to myself. I just feel like this is one of those things I would rather have to myself than to broadcast it on the Internet. I'm sure whoever else is involved would agree : )

After some spirratic bursts of sleep, I dragged myself out of bed, to the bathroom to get dressed, then to the kitchen. I popped in a blueberry bagle for me, put one in for Mason, did my hair (kind of), my makeup, and bid Mason goodbye before driving to campus for the first day of this semester.

I went to Government first, and it was pretty cool. For an 8 a.m. class with a bunch of sleepy people in it, we were pretty lively. Our Professor is realy funny and admits her flaws (she cusses quite a bit) and made all kinds of jokes and is starting off with the Philosophy of government. I like her already. There was also a sign language interpretor which I found pretty cool.

On the way from Government to Speech, I'm pretty sure I saw Eric but couldn't be entirely sure. I almost shouted at him but didn't want to startle him or anyone around me outside. I went to the wrong building in search of my Speech class, double checked my schedule in the writing lab, and walked to the correct building. We were corralled and led to the Library, where we had our first class with all 50something people. I found out that a friend from high school is in there with me, and in the same group as I am, so that should make the class less painful. She split us into an A and a B group, and the groups alternate class weeks. My week is next week, but then I don't have to show up the week after. I'm actually pretty excited.

I went from Speech to Math and sat through a lecture while trying not to fall asleep. The professor tried to make the syllabus interesting, but it didn't happen. I spent the entire class forcing my eyes to stay open, then got confused when she started talking about what we're going to be learning. She spoke like everyone should know what they're doing, which isn't really the case for a remedial class (or, I didn't think so). So now I have to figure out how to catch up and see if I can understand it. This class will be fun.

After Math, I walked across the campus to the PE building for, you guessed it, PE. It rained while I was on my way there, which I rolled my eyes at; of course it would rain when I absolutely had to walk across campus. I spent that class forcing my eyes to stay open and wishing that I could just go nap in my car. The professor who did the majority of the speaking repeated herself a lot, and had I been awake I would have had to choke back laughter; I don't do well with redundancy. I'm pretty sure they let us out on time, though to be honest I don't know why they held us so long; they wanted to wait until later in the week to discuss things more in depth, and let us know several times during the time that they held us there. What was the point?

When we were finally released, I walked back across campus for Creative Writing, which I was excited about the most. Now I have mixed feelings. Our professor is nice, but she strikes a nerve for reasons that I can't quite place. She is a published author, which is awesome, and expects us to buy her book of poems for fifteen dollars (not so excited about that part). She lectured about this website that she created specifically for our class, had us close our eyes and imagine things (during which I fell asleep), and concluded the class by around the room asking us our name, inspirational books we've read, and what kind of works we usually write.

After class, I went to the Writing Center to print of syllibi (sylibuses?), and went to the Book Store in the Student Center to purchase the few books that I actually need. I managed to find them by myself by looking at my schedule and paying close attention to the signs taped to the shelves. I stood in the extra long line with three very thick books, two blue books, a packet of scantrons, my notebook and recreational reading piled in my arms for a good twenty or thirty minutes. I kept trying to switch arms, but that didn't quite work out as planned. I eventually paid for my books and got to walk back to the parking lot where I left my car. I was kind of taken aback by the fact that my books cost $200something, but then I remember that I had quite a bit left of my grant, so I felt better.

I drove home listening to Nirvana, said hello to Rachel upon arrival, and went back to my room to sleep for two hours. Three hours later, after knocking Kitty-Kitty out of my bed and throwing a stuffed animal at her to keep her from shredding my novel-in-progress, I crawled out of bed and came to the couch. After figuring out how much money mom and I have when it comes to our respective paychecks, I started blogging.

Now there is a pizza man at our door depositing a pizza into dad's hands and awaiting payment. He's asking dad how cost effective rolling cigarettes is. And now he's gone. After taking $16something from us. For one pizza. What?

I may do some laundry here soon; our washing machine is fixed and I'm really stinkin excited.

I need to make a trip to WalMart for binders and such, so I suppose I should do that soon.

I think that's all that I have to say today, so I'm going to go.
I'll write tomorrow for the for-real end of BEDA.



Real Quick

So I'm sitting on the couch next to Mason who would like to use laptop, but I figured I would get blogging out of the way first.

Today was pretty normal.
I slept 'til twelve thirty, had thirty minutes to wake up, had another 45 to get ready, and arrived at work three minutes late.
Work was pretty dang crazy. We were busy, busy, busy all day. Lines kept piling up, and it was hard for me to take my break again today. I read on my break, and can hardly put that book down. I ran late closing registers because I ran late letting my cashier go on her break/clean the bathrooms because I was late recovering my section because of the lines, so we didn't get out until 7:45. Later than that, really, because we couldn't get the alarm to work. I read while waiting for our manager to figure out what was wrong, and stopped when she let us go.
When I got home I showered, texted Mason, ate food, checked facebook, and now Mason is here, I'm about to go grab my ice cream, and allow him to use my laptop.

My day was exciting, yes?
I'm so excited that I have tomorrow off of work.
Though I have my first day of class tomorrow from 8 a.m. to 1:40 p.m. That's going to suck because 1) it's Monday and 2) I dislike the first day of classes (I get really, really nervous), but I'm excited anyway. It'll be fun experiencing new things.

Anyway, I have tomorrow off, and I'm excited because this was my sixth day of working in a row. I need a day off.

I work Tuesday, have wednesday off, work Thursday, have Friday off, and work Saturday. I'm hoping to have Sunday off, though.

Okaaaaay, I'm done.
I'll write tomorrow, for the final day of BEDA.



Random Happenings

If there's anything that I like as much as Harry Potter and my friends/family, it would be sponteneity.
I like just getting up and going. Or being surprised by random (hopefully good) things.
This past day contained several moments that made me really giddy.

Last night I got to see my pregnant cousin's baby belly.
I also got to watch my youngest cousin beat Bowser.
He came into my room sometime before that carrying a HUGE bag of pretezels. Ginormous. So I asked him to share, and he grabbed a fairly large handful and left them for me. I love that kid.
And at another point I danced to a song about Lasagna; it was a lot of fun, and something that I'm sure only happens in this household.

Today I woke up at 9 a.m. and worked from then until 3.
It was so busy that I got called off of my break, twice, and the second time I sat back there because I only had two minutes left. Then I heard my cashier throw me under the bus while talking to a customer. "They should have people up here to help you!" the customer said. "Well, I called her up here three times, so..." replied my cashier. Jerk. This cashier annoyed me pretty badly today; I couldn't take ten steps away from the register without her calling me up there. I was stuck up there most of the day, and was surprised that I even got to take my lunch break. I was able to set a planogram on a small drive aisle up front (halloween candy), and as I went to count my drawer the lines started piling up again. The manager today got my numbers in the system, so I did a happy dance when I realized I could print reports on my own. On my way to clock out I got stopped by three customers, and clocked out fifteen minutes too late.
I came home, slept for thirty minutes with Kitty-Kitty, and got a phone call from John saying that if I was going to Dallas with he and his friends I should probably get a move on. Sooo I did.
I was at his house by 5, and rode with his friends out to Dallas.
Upon arrival, I went with the ladies to use the restroom (in this random guy's apartment who they knew but I didn't), and when we got back the guys were gone. Playing basketball. Yes, I was annoyed; I thought I was spending time with my friend, and he ditched me. But I got over it eventually, and they got back after a bit. We ate food and talked for a bit. They all ended up getting into the pool, and I sat on the edge allowing my feet to dangle into the water. I tried drinking some beer but didn't like what I tasted, though I did end up liking one and drinking the majority of one can.
We eventually went back to the apartment where two guys were playing "Madden" and watching a football movie. They eventually put Fifa in the console where the movie was, and switched the other game to "Street Fighter." I ended up playing a couple of rounds and one a battle, though I didn't win an entire match. When I asked Eric whether or not this was an improvement, he said "Sure but did you button mash?" ... Maybe a little. Hah.
While I was gaming, the birthday guy walked in and said "Whoa, you're playing?"
/blank stare
"Just because I'm a female doesn't mean I don't like gaming."
"... Is it a cooking game?"
I had to laugh. Sexist jokes are funny to me.
We left there about an hour later and stopped for gas. John and I went on an adventure to see where we could pee, and ended up running across the street to a restauraunt and they closed three minutes before we got there. Sad day.
After getting back into the car we drove, I fell asleep in the back seat, and were eventually deposited in front of John's house. We ended up running up to QT, then to Wendys, then ate out front of his house, and went on a drive and chatted and caught up. I left around 12:15 because I kept falling asleep.
On the way home I checked in with Amanda; she called and wanted to come by because she wasn't feeling well. Come to find out she's in the hospital currently. I hope she gets better soon... I'm worried for her : /
Then I called Mason, chatted with him some, texted with him, and am sitting in the living room by myself in a chair with my cat curled up next to me.
I found out that our washing machine is fixed, so I'm doing laundry at home for the first time in MONTHS. I'm excited. And stoked. I needed work clothes for tomorrow, so this couldn't have happened at a better time.

Okay, I'm going to go. I'm sure it's obvious by now that I'm tired. This post is disjointed and odd and most likely won't made sense when I read it through tomorrow (later today), but I'm not editing it. Though it will bother me.

Summer (and BEDA) ends in two days. I'm excited yet bummed all at once. Bring on the first-day-of-school-Monday!



I Feel

Note: If you don't feel like reading a blog post about things deeper than my day, or with a little whining, don't feel obligated to read. Just click the shiny red X in the top right of your screen.

I feel frustrated. This whole thing with Rachel's boyfriend is bullshit. Because of how he thinks I treated him, their relationship is in jeapordy. That's a ton of crap. I have nothing to do with their relationship, so why should it matter what I say or do or think? Just grow up.
(Edit: They cleared it up.)
I'm frustrated at the family drama going on. One of my cousins is in County, one is pregnant, and mom is bailing the one in County out using Rachel's lawyer money. We can't focus on ourselves because we're too busy taking care of the screw up. We can't get Rachel's charges dismissed because we're too busy bailing this kid who has no interest in changing out of jail.
(Edit: They talked about it, but I don't think she is.)
I'm also still frustrated at what went on at work, even though I should be able to let it go already. It's not the night that is still frustrating, but the situation as a whole.

I feel guilty for getting so frustrated. I should be more understanding and take time to assess the situations put in front of me instead of getting so worked up.

I feel tired. After not many hours of sleep I went to work early and didn't get a nap. I'm trying to switch my hours around for classes, which start in three days.

I feel stupid because that last bit is entirely my fault. I should have slept better. But I got to spend time with someone who I enjoy spending time with, so that doesn't matter.

I feel sad. Nerdfighteria lost a loving, empathetic member of the community earlier in the week, and I'm just now realizing what an amazing person she truly was. She was a cancer patient, but didn't let that bring her down. She stayed strong, was active in the Harry Potter Alliance charity, and was an honest-to-God good person. I just watched one of her vlogs about her feelings as she lived those last few weeks, and she is the inspiration for this blog. May she rest in peace. And Awesome.

I feel worried because I haven't gotten my school books yet. And the first day of school is Monday. I dislike Mondays, and the first day of school, so it's going to be one great day...

I feel relaxed because I'm in my bed with my favorite cat, curled up with a good book and my laptop.

I feel annoyed because I want to film a youtube video but I don't have good software installed on my laptop. And my desk top is out of commission thanks to dad. Blah.

I feel relieved because dad is moving out tomorrow.

I feel loved because dad cooked dinner, and Rachel brought me a plate of food.
I also feel loved because Rachel is nice enough to spend time with me today. We hadn't had a good hang-out day in awhile; I missed this.

I feel like a fat cow because I keep eating all of this fast food. I need to make a conscious effort to eat better, because my diet has gotten far off track.

I feel pretty because I'm squeaky clean, I have glasses that look amazing on me, and my hair is in the in-between space where it's not dry yet, and it's wet enough to look good curly. And I got my toes done, and they're really cute (robin's egg blue with a pretty flower on both big toes).

I feel impressed and liked because Eric was so nice and sweet the other day.

I feel grossed out because the juice from my peas got onto my baked potato, which just shouldn't happen. Apparently corn and peas don't taste good together, either.

I feel weird because I'm letting all of these emotions be viewed by the public, which is honestly something that I try not to do. I don't want to be judged for being human, or have people think I'm crazy for feeling certain ways.

I'm amazed that I can't eat food without getting some of it on my blanket or shirt. This has to be some kind of talent...
I'm also amazed that I didn't turn out to be worse than I am. I mean, the child of an alcoholic and semi-abesent father and a sick mother should be worse off, right? But I'm not, and for that I'm also thankful.

I feel blessed that I feel confident in handling my problems. No matter how large or small a problem is in my life, I can get through it.
I also feel blessed to not have larger problems than I do at the moment... Though tomorrow is another day.
I feel blessed that I have such amazing people in my life. They continue to inspire and awe me every day.

I feel excited for tomorrow night because I get to see my best friend for the first time in two weeks.
I feel excited to meet Rae's baby son, Noah, eventually, and feel my heart melt every time I see pictures of him.

I feel much better now that my head is clear. Even if I end up not posting this blog, typing it out has helped tremendously.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading. And I hope that you don't think that I'm a crazy person.


Rough Around the Edges

The running joke about me lately (besides the fact that my last name has something in common with Spiderman, and that I'm short) is that I make people cry.
It's funny because, when you think about it, I look entirely too sweet and seem entirely too nice to cause people tears.
And a lot of the time, this holds true. I am a rather nice person and hate hurting people's feelings.
Unfortunately, I also have the temper of a wild animal. I'm fine when left alone, but when prodded and poked I snap.
I also have this unfortunate problem when it comes to thinking about what I say before I say it. Most of the time, I don't do that. I don't think about how I will come across to that person.
Both of the aforementioned things cause drama, hurt feelings, and occasionally tears (from time to time).
Actually, I've been told that I've made ALL of my sister's friends cry at least once, and I hurt people more often than I intend.
It's something that I try working on constantly, and yet never improve upon. I don't think I can change this. I don't think that I'll ever think hard enough about what I'm saying or not saying in order not to offend people. It doesn't mean that I won't continue working on it... I'm just saying not to expect a change.

This post was brought on by the fact that Rachel's boyfriend told me that he's tired of me treating him "like trash" and he deleted my number. I wanted him to delete my number months ago, so that doesn't bother me.
What's irritating is that I've been treating him fairly well. I really have. I joke around with him and have been extra nice lately. We've been getting along, or so I thought. So this is out of nowhere and unwarranted.
In cases like these I will usually admit that I said something wrong and apologize. This time, I can't figure out what I said. So I'm shrugging it off and living the rest of my day, because how can I feel bad about something if I'm not sure that it is actually my fault?

Anyway, today went better.
I woke up and talked to Mason a bit before I left for work since he crashed on my couch.
Then I worked 9 to 3, and got swamped with people all day. I did get a break and lunch, which is good. I also worked on putting out our Breast Cancer Awareness stuff, which I only got halfway through. I did get to talk to the Manager On Duty and Assistant Manager about what went on last night, and received two different versions of feedback. One said that I was right when I said that the MOD last night could have handled things differently, but maybe I should think a little more and adjust my attitude a bit when it comes to the job. I'll give her that; my attitude turned into a terrible one last night. The Assistant Head-Hancho said that he would have a talk to her about it, and saw where I was coming from.
When I got home I talked with Rachel and Ben a bit, then Ben left and got all offended, and Rachel and I went to get pedicures. I got a robin's egg blue color and a pretty flower, and Rachel got a neon pink and an equally as pretty flower.
It was during the pedicure that I received that text, and honestly wish at the moment that I could leave my damn phone alone for more than fifteen minutes at a time.
Rachel and I went by QT to get candy (she got a Reeses and I was craving something caramel and delicious), then to 7-11 to get slurpees. Now we're home and watching "Robin Hood Men in Tights." I forgot how dumb, yet funny, this movie is.
Speaking of, the person who plays Robin of Loxley is Westley from "The Princess Bride." Mind. Blown.
Now I'm just enjoying have a night free. I love having a social life and seeing people, but I need a down night occasionally.

Tomorrow I work at nine in the morning, and at night I'm hanging out with John.

Okay, I'm going to go now because I'm sleepy and it's only 6 p.m. Sleepy tends to lead to cranky. Which leads to "hard to deal with." It's going to be a fun night.

Currently Reading: "The Bermudez Triangle" by Maureen Johnson



Making This Quick

It's 2:34 a.m., I have to be awake by 7:30 a.m., I only have 29% battery left on my laptop, and I'm in the middle of a movie.
I'm updating anyway. All for you.

Yesterday went pretty well.
I slept until 3 in the afternoon, because apparently I was tired.
I went to work from 5 to 9:30, did all of the stuff that I was supposed to do, and got to come home eventually.
I didn't encounter any problems during closing, which was nice for once. Except that my numbers STILL won't work when ti comes to printing reports. Blah.
Eric came over after work and stayed for awhile. We played "Street Fighter IV" for most of the time that he was here, and most of that time was spent trying to get me to understand that there were strategies and planned moves and competitions involved.
Honestly, I had no idea. Who knew that you had to half moon down and hit X and O at the same time in order to do a special move? Not me.
Eric was nice enough to leave the game here so I can practice and get better. I did improve while he was here, but I've got a ways to go.
That was actually pretty fun for awhile. I did get tired and quiet toward the end, and realized why when I looked at the clock and it was 2 a.m.
Before we left he handed me a Nirvana CD, and we had a good second hug.
I went to sleep around 3.

I woke up around noon today, got my glasses (which I still have yet to get used to), got Subway, received a phone call from work, and ended up clocking in an hour early.
There was no point to getting there early. I didn't know what to do, and no one would tell me what I could actually do to help speed the planogram process along. I did end up doing all of the usual stuff, and eventually taking my break, but honestly this night sucked. I was feeling really bubbly and happy when I got there, and was dragged down by my manager's negativity. At one point I asked for someone to grab line one, and she told me to take care of it. I was ringing people up at the time, so I couldn't. Five minutes later I asked again, and we had a quick arguement about why I couldn't get it myself. I finally ended up saying "Look, I'm ringing people up and busy. I don't care who gets line one, but PLEASE, someone get line one."
On top of that, she wasn't very helpful. She could have told me to do the NUMEROUS go-backs up front when I asked what to do, but she waited until the END of the night to say "and by the way, you're helping with the go-backs." I retorted with "Before or after I close all five registers?"
So one of our employees ended up recovering everything except my section, and doing the majority of the go-backs. That was unfair, and I plan on mentioning it tomorrow if our Head Hancho is there. No matter how much work is to be done, people should still do their damn job, instead of having one person do everything.
I got to come home around 9:30, and Mason came over shortly after I got home.
We lefta little bit after he arrived to get Wendys for my family, played Jumanji for a bit before I said "no more," played Disney Sorry, and now we're watching "District 9" which is actually pretty good. I just watched some guy's head get blown to bits. What is it with me not being able to avoid gore lately?

Since there's so much negativity in this blog, I'll name good things that happened:
- Nirvana. I really like this CD.
- Hanging out with Eric
- Hanging out with Mason
- Checking my bank account to find a large amount of money that is ALL mine
- Being able to finally buy college textbooks
- Sleeping in
- Subway! and Wendys. I need to stop eating fast food.
- Getting to snuggle into a fuzzy blanket

Okay, thaaat's it.
I'll write tomorrow.



My Internet History

Chances are you've already caught on to my "spending hours on the Internet at a time" thing, which is fine. I don't hide it. What you don't know is exactly how long it's been going on...

I started my Internet obsession at the age of thirteen sitting in my best-friend-at-the-time’s bedroom, listening to Linkin Park’s “Hybrid Theory” album, and sharing a keyboard with her as we role played. The website we used was called FusionChat, which had too many chat rooms to count. There was a Harry Potter one that I usually started out in, and eventually I would branch out to the other ones that our select group used at the time. At first we role played as part of a magic wolf pack, and we eventually created Warrior characters who fought battles and defended our loved ones. This is the first time that I was exposed to a sense of “online community;” we had a tight knit group of people with whom we role played and whined to and chatted with and fell in love with. I’ve fallen out of touch with several of these people, and still cherish the ones who are nice enough to keep in touch. After about four years, FusionChat was knocked off of my radar and eventually disappeared. I catch myself wondering what happened to all of these people, and honestly hope that life has treated them well within these past few years.
(Side note: I recently found countless journals with things related to this time period. That was a strange, yet oddly fulfilling, time.)

Toward the end of my role playing phase, I started a Diaryland blog that I typed in without hesitation or reservation from the ages of fifteen to twenty. It was here that I whined about my relationships and heartaches, talked about my family drama extensively, rode out my depression by writing slightly disturbing prose, typed with atrocious grammar and terrible spelling, and left nothing to the imagination. For five years I was anonymous to anyone who didn’t know that this blog, written by Kimmios, was actually by me. I took the time last summer to go back and read it, and ended up saving all of the posts in a word document on my desktop and deleting them from the blog one by one. I typed a hasty entry about how I would delete my account if given the option, and haven’t looked at it since.

On August 30, 2004 I created my first Xanga under the name KimThaHobbit. This was my (as well as several others‘) first taste of social networking, and it worked like a charm. I followed my friends’ Xangas in an attempt to keep up with their lives, and wrote in mine as uninhibited as I did in the Diaryland blog. I came off as a huge bitch, which actually didn’t bother me; honesty was my policy. I wrote short stories, filled out surveys, talked about my high school band experiences, relationships, and friendships. It’s honestly very interesting to me to see how I handled things then (poorly) and how grown up I thought I was (I was not).

After blogging on that Xanga for a year I informed everyone that this particular blog was dead and created my Midgety_Hobbit one. I basically used this one from 2005 to 2008, and it, too, became my whiny blog. I actually just read some posts a few minutes ago, and my word… So much angst.

In 2005 I created my Myspace only because people were leaving Xanga and I didn’t want to lose touch. I had one friend for my first few weeks on there, and I didn’t even know her. Eventually I ended up with 100some-odd friends with whom to keep up with. I wrote in the blog on there as freely as I did in Xanga at first, but toned it down because I got into quite a bit of trouble over a few things I put in there. I actually deleted half of it, and I think I put it in my Diaryland blog.

In 2007 I “upgraded” to Facebook and learned the ropes after a few months. There wasn’t much of a difference between them but it still took me forever and a day to learn. Obviously, yes, I still use it. Entirely too much. I’m on it right now (as I type this, though it’s safe to assume that when I post this I’ll be on there again).

In late 2008 I discovered the vlogging community on Youtube, and joined in April of 2009. I put together terrible eight minute long videos about what I did during that day. They were lacking in jump cuts and good content, and I cringe every time I watch an older video. I honestly think I’m much better now at this whole “video” thing than I used to be, and am actually proud of a few that I’ve put out there recently (How to build a shelf, mixing it up, and Spartans vs. Orks to name a few).

Through Youtube I discovered the concept of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), went to their website, poked around, and decided to give it a shot. Last November, I worked feverishly in between work, school, and a social life to write over 1,000 words a day in order to complete the novel (or have 50,000 words by the end of November). I am proud to say that I FINISHED the novel with 50,300 some-odd words, which is awesome. Yes, the novel sucks, and yes, it does need major editing, but it's quite the accomplishment and I'm proud of it. Was it a challenge? YES! Was it worth it? HECK YES!! I got a free proof copy of it since I "won," and it currently resides in John's room. I should reclaim that soon.

During my so-far-year-long stint on Youtube, I heard people mentioning blogger a lot (mainly because of BEDA), and ended up accidentally stumbling upon mine that I created back in 2006. My profile had some rude message about how I didn’t plan on using it and didn’t want to meet people. There were no actual entries, and I’m pretty sure the name was kimthahobbit. I completely redid everything and started using it last summer. I am way more careful with what I say and put in here than I used to be (well, with a few exceptions); I make sure to say things that I can tollerate people bringing up in every day conversation. I also think about the consequences of things I say a lot more, so if I question my word useage or a certain topic even a little I don't use it.

In 2009 I discovered Twitter and barely touched it for awhile. Now I tweet entirely too much. There honestly isn't a lot to say about twitter; it's just like updating your Facebook/Myspace status in 140 characters or less. I don't know what the over all point is (except to "follow" random people?) but it doesn't mean that it hasn't sucked me in. I also discovered Dailybooth, which is a website that you snap or upload a picture every day. I don't necessarily follow that guideline (I haven't snapped a new picture in a week), but it's nice to go back and look at all of my dorky pictures every once in awhile.

There are also websites like Neopets, Runescape, livejournal, and Mugglespace (Myspace but Harry Potter based) that I gravitated toward and never really stuck with. Then there are all of my instant messenger accounts (AIM, Yahoo, MSN, Skype, Digsby) that I used to use all of the time, but don’t as often anymore.

There you go. That’s where it all started, and here’s where I am now. I’m not sure when this obsession with social networking will stop, but honestly I hope it never does. I love having old blogs and videos to look back on and being able to say “Wow, that’s who I was then. Look at how far I’ve come.” I like being able to reflect on how I felt about past situations, like my grandpa dying or some boy breaking my heart or a carnival that I went to when I was seventeen, because over time I forget how I reacted to all of those things and how I actually handled them. Even when I see my past self at my worst while I’m presently feeling my worst I can say “Hey, you’re okay. That didn’t kill you, and the future won’t either.”



I Should Get Ready for Work...

Last night got a bit more eventful after awhile.
I watched "Jersey Shore," which, unfortunately, is one of my few vices. I have to watch that show to see what happens and to make fun of the people in the house. I also texted with Eric a little, and heard from John for the first time in two weeks. Eric and I have plans for tomorrow, and John and I are supposed to discuss plans for sometime during the weekend.
I eventually took a shower around 8.
After showering, I returned to my phone to discover a text from Mason.
He wanted to know if I wanted to hang out with he and the guys, and of course I did. So I waited for my hair to dry to see what it was going to do (it actually curled really well), warned Mason about my mane, and headed over there around 9:30.
Upon arrival I received a hug, and we went inside. I watched Mason play 'Zelda' while one of his brothers snoozed on the couch and made noises in his sleep that made me giggle. His other brother arrived home from work after awhile, and we all ended up playing "Mario Party 4," which I hadn't played before.
That game is a ton of fun but can get super long if you let it.
We went outside after awhile and ended up chilling out there while talking to Mason's brother's sister.
We took a couple of trips up to Race Track, played more Mario Party, and ended up chatting outside for a couple of hours after the second trip to Race Track.
By that point it was 2 a.m. I left at 4:40 after hearing funny stories and video game tales and book summaries and element explainations. After chatting with Mason some one on one, we hugged and I headed on home.
When I got home I did my usual sweep of the house (which starts and basically ends with checking on mom), changed into my jammies, and passed out in bed.

Today I woke up around 8 a.m., woke mom up, and crashed until 9.
She woke me up then, and I had to force myself out of bed and into clothes. I scarfed down some toast, drank a diet coke, poured myself in the front seat of the car, and tried to hold a conversation with mom while my eyelids threatened to close.
When we arrived at the doctor's office, I sat perched in a waiting room chair hoping to everything that is good that I could stay awake long enough for mom to be led back there. After that, I could pass out if I wanted.
Mom left to use the restroom and didn't come back for awhile, so I pulled a second chair in front of mine and ended up getting into different sleeping positions in those two very uncomfortable chairs, using mom's jacket as a pillow.
I slept like that for two hours until a text from Mason woke me up, and these two old ladies with very annoying voices kept me awake for the rest of the time. I settled in to read my book, and caught a man looking at me as if he expected me to be sleeping. I stared at him for a minute before returning to my book, and eventually caught others hoping to see me sleep again. I must have put on quite the show -_-
We left around one, dropped mom's medicine off at Walgreens, and came home. I ate and now have to get ready for work because I have to be there in thirty minutes. Yikes.

Currently Reading: "The Bermudez Triangle" by Maureen Johnson



Couch Potato

I sat on this couch, in the same spot, from 1 in the afternoon to around 6 at night.
(How unhealthy is /that/??)

I watched whatever Rachel had on when I woke up, then we switched gears and let me choose a movie.
I chose Dragonhunter, which, ya know, sounded cool. I mean, it had DRAGONS in it. It HAS to be good, right?
No. It was terrible, and one of the worst movies I've picked in a long, long time. The setup took too long, the acting was mediocre, I couldn't tell whether or not the main woman character was actually a woman (that was the point at first, but still), when it got romantic it got dripping-cheese romantic, and a princess was dumb enough to sacrifice herself to baby dragons. At one point, the main male character had to stab the baby dragons (after they nibbled on the princess' body and severed her foot. Yummy) and had to spend thirty pointless minutes wandering around the cave to fight the momma. At the end, a wizard used himself as a bomb to kill the momma dragon, and it showed the momma dragon's entrails and bone structure. What?
Theeen we watched "One Day with the King," which was awesome. It was a Biblical story based loosely on Esther. It was really long and boring in parts, but intriguing nonetheless.
Then I got ready (washed my face, did my makeup, and actually put real clothes on) and waited on Mason to get here. I gathered my laundry, let him in, watched whatever was on TV while he, Rachel and mom talked world conflict and joined the conversation when I knew what was going on.

After a little while we (my family, Mason and I) went up to the laundromat and (when we could get machines) did laundry. Eventually I joined Rachel and Mason in listening to music and ended up snagging his iPod. I skimmed through it, took his headphones, and ended up listening to random songs on shuffle. We left after about an hour, then came home and ended up watching more TV.

Eventually, we ate dinner and ended up browsing through Netflix movies. It takes forever to come to a conclusion about what to watch because Rachel and I have very different tastes; usually the guest ends up just sitting there and watching us talk back and forth. "No, I don't WANT a comedy," Rachel will say. "Well I don't want a horror!" I will answer. "How about a drama?" "NO! NO DRAMAS! Dramas are too sad." "Maybe a kids movie?" "I doubt (insert guest here) wants to watch a kids movie."
This went on for a little bit before I finally caved and chose "Zombieland."
I'll let you take a minute to digest the amount of shock that you must be feeling.
Alright, now I shall proceed.
I figured that I can't avoid all horror movies. I heard that Zombieland was really funny, so I wanted to give it a shot.
Within the first thirty seconds I was rethinking this entire thing. Zombies' mouths are disgusting with bloody black gore, and they prefer to tear people up when they catch them instead of just saying "hello" and hugging.
So I get through the opening credits, and actually enjoyed this movie. Minus the zombies' mouths, the hacking up of zombies, and the dorm room part (during which I hid behind Mason and tried very hard to plug my ears).
After the movie, we played "Life" in our living room floor. Rachel won since she had the highest Salary Card, I came in second, and Mason lost.
Rachel eventually went to bed, and Mason and I ended up sitting on the couch and watching music videos on Youtube via my laptop. Time flew while he was here, and before we knew it it was six in the morning. I eventually got us off of the couch, to the front door, talked with him for thirty minutes in our entry way, and eventually walked him outside.
After hugging, he went home and I came inside, flopped in bed, shot off a text, and passed out.

I forced myself out of bed at one in the afternoon and flopped down into my "new spot" on the couch (Rachel keeps stealing mine : /). After watching a messed up movie ("Boys Don't Cry") and getting disturbed enough, I got ready and mom and I left. We ran by the post office, came home for a minute, got Rachel, went to Ross, then Bed Bath and Beyond. I found some cups with japanese symbols on them (for Wisdom and Love; I got Love for Rachel since it's her favorite), some shot glasses for one of the girls (since we can't make a good margarita with the right tequila ratio), and some socks (because that's my vice lately. Yeah, I don't know).
Now we're home and watching "Cloudy With a Chance of Meat Balls," which is actually pretty cute. It has the right amount of comedy to where it doesn't suck entirely, which is awesome.

I know, my life is just /so/ interesting.
I've enjoyed these past few days, though. It's been nice getting to be spontaneous while spending time with friends and family.

Pretty sure I work for the rest of this week (I may have Friday off? I don't know), and I have this clubbing thing planned for Friday (if I don't get paid on Thursday it may not happen).

Still haven't written the blog I wanted to. Stay tuned. It'll happen. Maybe.

Currently Reading: "The Bermudez Triangle" by Maureen Johnson



Altered Plans are Fun

So after waiting for about a month, the CiCi's thing FINALLY happened last night.
I only had the pleasure of seeing two people that I hadn't seen in awhile, but that was still nice. I don't realize how much I really miss people until I see them, and after seeing them I just hope that I don't miss them even more.
We ended up stuffing our faces (I was pretty hungry by the time dinner rolled around) and catching up while making fun of each other and remembering the good times at CiCi's. We talked about old managers, power outages, me busting my ass (which was mentioned twice), people who we liked, people who we didn't like, having three people in the kitchen who had no idea what they were doing (I was one of them), and more awesome funny stories.
After the meetup, we went to the "store," WalMart, then to one of the girls' apartment. There, we played apples to apples, had a few drinks, and had a pretty good time. I actually had a bit more than planned but that ended up being alright. No one left until around 1:30 a.m., and we all made it home in one piece.
I came home and chatted with people until 3, and finally passed out around then. I was pretty dang tired.

Today I woke up at 11:50 a.m. to my cat meowing, then at 12 to my three alarm clocks, then at 12:15 to a text message. Nothing wanted me to sleep past then, did it?
All I've done so far is assess how my body is functioning (quite well, actually) and move to the couch.
I'm enjoying the fact that I can have a down day, watch movies with my sister, and that I don't plan on drinking anything; time to take a break from that.

We were supposed to go out of town, but mom said she wants to stay in town to help dad apartment hunt (we want him out of here). So yeah, we're just being lazy and relaxing, though we could be at my grandma's by the end of the night and eat amazing burgers that my uncle made.
Seeing my family is a plus, too. I miss them. I haven't seen them since the weekend before the fourth of July.

I also didn't type up the blog I was planning since I got home so late, but that should happen later on today.

Okay, well. Sorry for the disjointedness of this blog. My brain is still pretty tired from my late night.

Have a great day, and I'll write tomorrow.



I Choose to be an Awkward Dork

After calling a couple people and trying to get someone to come with me (that failed miserably because most people have plans on Friday nights), I went to the club.
This experience was much more tame.

We left the house at 8, swung by the bank, got gas, and headed out to Dallas.
The drive there was really uneventful; we sang songs, I had Rachel do my usual skim through the radio stations during commercials, and we eventually turned the radio off to listen to the GPS.

Upon arriving I had a mini freak out, at which Rachel and Ben laughed. I said "I don't belong here. I don't belong here. I think I'm too white."
"Kimbra," Rachel said, "Did you see the people in line? You belong here. Shut up."
So we stood in line for a few minutes, and I took a minute to show Rachel how to dance. "Just bounce," I said. "Like this, on the front part of your feet."
"I like to sway," Rachel replied, and proceeded to demonstrate some awkward dance move involving slowly swaying your hips. Pretty sure I like my dance move better.

When we were let inside, Ben and I received stamps that say "Electro" (mine is still on my hand despite my shower), we received raffle tickets (no idea where mine went), and took a trip to the bathroom. When we picked a place to sit, I walked to the nearest bar and proceeded to order a vodka shot. I got a little overzealous and ended up spilling a bit on me, which was embarassing; I wasn't even drunk yet. Then I proceeded to order a second one and declined a chaser, which I think surprised the bartender. Then we sat down, and I was tipsy in ten minutes, drunk in another five.
I eventually had Ben get me a diet coke because the vodka was making me nautious and he scared the Hell out of me when he reappeared. Eventually Ben and I stepped out to get a hot dog. I hadn't eaten since my lunch break at work, so the hot dog was much needed. The guy at the hot dog stand was really nice. When I stood next to the building to eat, he said "Ya know, you could eat that in there..."
"Nooope," I said, "I'm fine riiight here."
I scarfed down the hot dog because we left Rachel by herself, and it was hot.
(Side note: It just clicked with me that maybe the roof of my mouth is burned because of the hot dog, and not the vodka. Huh. The things you learn once you sober up.)

After getting back inside, we sat around for a bit longer and ended up dancing. You can't just sit there while listening to techno; it's basically impossible. Even when we were sitting I was bouncing and moving my arms and jammin'.
I tried to get Rachel to see that all you need to do is move your body and you're good, and Ben got her to loosen up a bit. She's not a bad dancer; she's just not confident.
They danced together after a few minutes, and I danced by myself. At one point, Rachel stepped out and Ben was nice enough to dance with me.
Then I got tired so we went back to the side and sat with a random guy who I almost asked if he would share his beer with me. But I didn't because some small part of my brain regulating social interraction said it would be inappropriate.
There was one point where we went upstairs to sit in the comfy chairs and I ended up getting another shot of vodka and a diet coke.
Then we danced danced danced, danced danced danced.
When we sat down the last time and watched the few dancers, I ended up reclining a bit and falling asleep. A member of the staff stopped to check on me, which was pretty embarassing, so after I reassured him that I was fine we got Ben's tab and left. I apologized for that, but Rachel and Ben reassured me that they were ready to go anyway.
On the way out I started digging through my keys and tried handing them to Ben saying "I could drive, but I'm sure that it wouldn't be a very good idea" as I tried to catch up with him. The hot dog guy looked over and said something along the lines of "Y'all stay safe," to which I responded "We'll be alright. He's driving."

The drive home was weird. I babbled in the back seat while Rachel and Ben figured out how to get home as they tried to talk to me. We stopped at Whattaburger for a honey butter chicken biscuit, and on the way out of the parking lot ended up singing "A hole in the bottom on the sea." It may surprise you to know that Rachel started singing that, and I was the one who joined in.
When we finally got home we sat out here for a minute and Ben informed me that I'm a good dancer. I'm sure the rave lights helped A LOT, but I appreciated that. Maybe I'm not as bad of a dancer as I thought.

After sleeping like a freakin' rock from 3 a.m. to 1 p.m., I was pretty well rested. I woke up to a text message at 11:30, but I answered it with "Sleeeeeeeep."
I didn't have a hangover, which was awesome.
I showered, eventually got dressed, ran errands with mom, did my hair when I got home, and should probably do my makeup since I have to leave the house in less than an hour.
The CiCi's reunion is in about an hour, and I'm PUMPED.
I haven't seen a few of these people in forever.

Tomorrow I'm pretty sure Rachel, mom and I are going out of town.
I am going to prepare by typing up a blog post that I can just copy and paste before we leave, installing Sims 3 on my laptop, and packing a few books and movies and clothes.
We'll most likely be back Monday night, since I work on Tuesday, so I won't miss a day of BEDA. Awesome!

Okaaaay, I've held you here long enough.
I'll write tomorrow!



Just in Case

I'm updating now, even though my day is far from over, because I have no idea how my night will go.
So here we go!

I worked bright and early today, and actually had a pretty busy day.
I hard-ticketed three carts worth of items, taped things to each register, cleaned the fifth register, took a break, took a lunch, rang people up aaaaaaall day, counted down my register after borrowing someone else's numbers (again... AGAIN!), and got out of there at 3 after talking with one of my coworkers. Through most of this I was pretty tired and cranky, but I managed to do my job with a smile on my face. Mostly.
I came home, talked with my family for a bit, and ended up sleeping from 3:30 to 5.
I woke up and came out to the living room after my nap only to get sucked into a cheerleading movie that my family is watching. It's pretty funny in some parts, but honestly I'd prefer a football movie.

We're (Ben, Rachel and I) are talking about going clubbing. By "talking about" I mean that they've decided and I'm on the fence about it. I've had ONE clubbing experience, and was pretty smashed by the time we got there so I don't remember that much. I mean, I remember seeing a "short person" doorman who freaked me out, a strange guy trying to drag me off somewhere after dancing with me for a bit and me screaming "I don't even know you!," stumbling down stairs, stumbling up stairs, drinking some water, almost getting lost in the bathroom, making it home safely because I didn't drive, and hearing stories for a week about how I "danced with an Ewok" (people dressed up since it was close to Halloween) and several other strangers. Obviously, I don't really know how to act in a club setting.
(Side note: I am not always that sloppy of a drunk. That was after A LOT of straight vodka, which agrees with me entirely too well.)
(Side Note, 2: There are people who will tell you that that first statement is a lie. I'll leave it up to you to decide who to believe.)

Anyway, so I'm on the fence about clubbing. My early day combined with my lack of dance moves combined with the fact that I just don't know how clubbing works makes me kind of apprehensive.

If I don't go, I'll end up sitting here all night. So my choices are to 1) Be an awkward dork or 2) Be a lame young adult who sits at home on Friday nights. Hmmm. Which should I roll with?

Tomorrow is "A CiCi's Get Together!" at our old location, which I am EXTREMELY excited about. As far as I know there are only seven or eight of us who are going to make it, but there are a few people going who I haven't seen in forever. Honestly, I can't wait.

I have Sunday and Monday off as well, which means that I have the entirety of Tax Free Weekend off. When I told my coworker that, she flipped me off and said "Dude, who's ass did you have to kiss for that??" I responded with "I must have done some major ass kissing, but I don't care if that's what I had to do for this. I'm pumped!"
Yes, you can tell that we're the best of friends : D

Okay, so if I'm going clubbing I need to get ready. What to wear, what to wear?
(Edit: I settled on jeans and my casual black, kind of low cut, shirt. I completed this ensemble with flip flops. You can tell I know what I'm doing.)



The Future Me

The past couple of days have really been full of work and such.
So let's just hash them out so we can get to the good stuff.

Yesterday I woke up around 1 in the afternoon only to be lazy, chat with my family, and eventually haul butt to work because I didn't get ready until too late. I remember trying to watch a couple movies, one of them being Triple X, but I didn't get to finish that one.
I did the usual stuff that the closing FES is responsible for. I took out the trash, helped my cashier, made sure the front was clean, made sure my recovery area looked good, and eventually closed down registers. My numbers still won't work when it comes to printing reports, which is frustrating; I can't do half of the job that I need to do if my numbers don't work. So I borrow other people's numbers (usually the managers on duty) and go from there, but if they're busy (like last night) it takes awhile to get their attention so that I can actually do my job.
I encountered a small problem last night while trying to count the drawers. One of the registers came up $10 over, and the other count that I have to do came up $10 short. So I had to redo that, and figure out why the second count was STILL short. After that, I didn't encounter any more problems. I actually felt kind of bad because I closed all of the registers with a customer still in the store, which is a big no-no. Then we had to help our manager/framer clean up the frame shop, had him sign all of the money bags, and were finally able to leave at 9:45. When we were finished at 9:15. Ugh.
I don't remember how the rest of the night was. I think I just sat out in the living room with mom watching TV, and eventually showered. I know I talked to a few people online. And read "Living Dead Girl" by Elizabeth Scott. I finished that book in ONE day; it was short and engrossing and dark and sad and I had to distance myself from it in order to get through it. Even the ending was sad.

Today I woke up bright and early at 7:15 to mom walking in and informing me that it was, indeed, 7:15. So I wandered around like a zombie, got ready for work, and clocked in by 9. I had a lot more to do today than the other day; I did two separate write off things, hard ticketed items, set a power pannel planogram, flexed items into the baskets near my register, cleaned, ran through some recovery, flexed items into the tower baskets, ate a couple of oreos because the homecoming ladies were super nice and shared, joked around with Cliff (but not as much as usual), joked with my manager, counted my drawer, and got the heck out of there at 3.
There were a few things at work that I thought about mentioning, like this woman who had a red Betty Boop shirt, and Betty Boop's eyes were RED. Like a demon. Then there were a couple of really cute babies with stunning blue eyes. But neither of those things compares to this woman I had the pleasure of meeting.
She was short, blond, and looked to be about 40. When I looked at her face, the first thing I noticed were her eyebrow and nose piercings. When you looked elsewhere, you could see tattoos on her wrists and arms, and I think there was even one at the back of her leg. That, my friends, will most likely be me at 40. Minus the blond hair and facial piercings.

I came home, napped 'til five, had a hard time waking up again, got dressed, and discovered the my desktop is jacked up.
My dad is really the only one who uses that, besides Owen, and occasionally me (when I film videos), so it was obvious who jammed the power button in so far that it was off center. I was pretty pissed. He came back here after a night of drinking still drunk and was apparently difficult to talk to. I didn't talk to him much; I don't like dealing with him when he's drunk. He's either really slow or really angry, and I have patience for neither.
This whole computer thing spurred a fight with my mom that lasted for thirty minutes. I didn't know why she suddenly felt the need to yell at me and nag at me for every little thing, or what started this fight in the first place. I had no idea that she was in pain and that her foot is still broken and that her procedure didn't go so well. That's what it boiled down to: she was uncomfortable and taking whatever she could out on me. Which, unfortunately, I understand, because sometimes I do that very same thing. We ended up making up before Rachel and I left, but I was still upset; I wasn't sure what I did to warrant such a response, and I'm still not sure. She wasn't either.

Rachel and I drove to get Chris, and got there pretty easily this time around. I think that's only because I didn't follow YahooMaps and went the back roads, which is pretty straight forward.
After kidnapping him, we went to the mall and ended up eating in the food court. I got ChikFillet, Rachel got some Chinese Food stuff, and Chris got pizza. Then we went to the theater, purchased our tickets, and located our theater. I left for a minute to get a water, returned, and waited for the movie to start. At one point I saw a familiar looking guy, did a double take, realized who it was, and saw Kimmi walking behind him. We chatted for a few minutes and ended up texting for a couple before settling in with our designated movie people. It was really weird that we picked the same movie AND showing; I don't think that's happened before.
Just in case you're curious, we saw "Scott Pilgrim vs. the World," which was honestly really funny. I loved the characters, liked how they tied gaming into the movie, liked how people exploded into coins, and very rarely thought "Why are we seeing this movie...?"
After the movie, Rachel and I took Chris home and came home ourselves.

Now I'm in my PJs, in bed, watching Kitty-Kitty snooze next to me, and texting. I figured I would update my blog before I pass out, which I'm sure will happen within the hour. We'll see.

I'll write tomorrow!



I'm a Writer

If you've known me for awhile, have watched my youtube videos, follow me on twitter, are friends with me on Facebook, or read any of my two current blogs, you know that I write things other than my daily happenings.
I used to put what I wrote online for whoever to see, but have taken to keeping things that I write tightly under wraps.
This isn't because I don't think I'm good any more; it's actually quite the contrary. I'm a lot better than I used to be, and have confidence that what I write is, at the very least, decent.
I've been working on a novel for a few months, and am to a point where I feel like it's okay to share a small part. I'm not going to tell you what happens before or after this part, but I will tell you that it's toward the middle of what I'm working on.

So without further adieu, here is what I'm willing to share with you.
(All opinions and constructive criticism are welcome; please be gentle with me.)

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My wife sent her son and I to the movies. We drove there in silence; we don’t talk much. Upon arriving, we went through the ritual of buying the movie tickets to a cheesy G-rated animated movie with talking dogs, a large tub of popcorn, two drinks, and some candy for the kid. We make our way to the theater, enter, and pick two seats in the middle of the auditorium, in the middle of the row; they’re my favorite seats. You can never go wrong with being in the middle of everything - you never miss a thing and are aware of any sudden changes. I suffer through this movie with this little kid that I hardly know, who seems to actually be enjoying this crap. He laughs as the dogs run around and slam into things, his smile wide and his eyes shining.
An hour and a half later, the credits roll across the screen. We stand up, grab our respective drinks and snacks, and make our way down the stairs. The kid seems to be overly fascinated with the lights in the rubber tubing that they glued to the side, which causes me to smile a little; I vaguely remember being that young and fascinated by that very same thing. We eventually make it past the shiny lights, the narrow hallway leading to the exit, out the door, through the theater, out another door, and into the parking lot. Surprisingly enough, the sun is still shining.
As we drive home the boy chatters away about the movie that we just viewed, attempting to analyze key plot points and tell me his favorite part. I nod and say “Yeah” when it seems appropriate; one movie cannot change our relationship that much. Fifteen minutes later, I park the car at the curb outside of our house and get out. The boy is hot on my heels, still talking a million miles a minute. My ears catch “and it was kind of funny when that dog sniffed the other dog’s butt to say hello, but not really. I mean, when you think about it, it can be kind of gross. I mean, why do they DO that? They could just bark” as we walk up the cement walkway toward the front door. I nod and insert the key into the lock, gaining us instant access to the Hell-hole waiting for us inside of the house.
“Mom!” he calls, running upstairs excitedly. “We’re home!”
I throw the keys carelessly onto the small table sitting in our entryway, making my way deeper into the house. I can tell something isn’t right; the house feels eerily silent. Even the boy is silent.
“Ben?” I call, turning to my left and making my way up the stairs. My voice is met with more deafening silence and I quicken my pace. “Ben!?”
I run down the hallway to the bedroom that I share with my wife and slowly walk in. I survey our room with searching eyes, looking for a key to the silence. My eyes sweep over the almost painfully neat room decorated in various shades of white and teal and land on Ben standing in the doorway to the master bathroom. His back is to me. “Ben?” I ask, too nervous to move any further into the room.
His head moves slowly to look at me, and his wide eyes finally meet mine. “Dad,” he says, making me cringe, “I think something is wrong with mom.”

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Currently Reading: I'm in between books right now. As much as I love Emily, I need something besides poetry in my life.



Time Doesn't Exist Here

Last night actually got much better.
I watched "Hudson Hawk" with mom and Rachel, and was struck by how much it seemed like "Pulp Fiction." There were random spurts of gore in there, most of which I looked up just in time for. I would be doing something on the Internet, look up, and see some guy blow up and a woman covered in his pink-tinged remains. All I could do was stare at the screen with eyes like this: O.O
I ended up having a few good conversations with people, and one great one with Eric that lasted from 1 a.m. to almost 3 a.m., when I finally had to sleep.

I woke up bright and early this morning so as to be at work by 9 a.m.
Today was painfully boring. Well, okay, maybe it wasn't too bad. I had to exchange our register lights for the halloween pumpkins (I KNOW! It's too early), so I got to climb up onto the top of the registers and fiddle with that. Cliff made fun of me because I'm obviously vertically challenged and I was the one who had to do the lights. We spent half of the day debating who would win in a fight between The Hulk and Spider Man. I'm with Spidey, all the way, and so were most of the people we asked. Other than those couple of things, I ended up walking around the front of the store and cleaning out the tower baskets up front around 80 times. No, I didn't count, but I spent five and a half hours up there so I'm sure that's accurate.
When I got home I texted Mason and Eric (who said he would call, and didn't), took a nap, woke up around 5, got ready for my night, and headed over to Mason's brothers'.

There is no possible way to put into chronological order what all we did. With them, it's all about impulse and doing what's fun at the time. Time doesn't exist there; they do things well into the early morning.
I do know that we started off by playing Call of Duty, and the fellas were nice enough to train me. Once I felt like I could most likely shoot things and run around aimlessly, they took to kniving me in the back and shooting me down when they saw me. I did get a headshot, and assisted with a kill, and got revenge, which was nice. Poor Mason had to cover me during most of that time, though.
We ended up going to Race Track for drinks (they were nice enough to let me use a refill cup), a Taco Place, then back to the house where we proceeded to sit out back, chat, and get eaten by mosquitos.
After awhile one of brothers left, one put on a show for us and eventually took a shower, and Mason and I left to go to The Bookstore. After walking around for awhile, I purchased three books: "The Bermudez Triangle" by Maureen Johnson, "Frankenstein" by Mary Shelley (Shellie? Shelle? I don't know), and some other book that captivated my attention that I'm not sure what the title is... It's late and I don't feel like getting out of bed to look.
Then we went back to the house, left a minute later, and arrived at a Hookah lounge that was actually pretty far out there. We arrived in good time because one of Mason's brothers is a speed demon, and I was following him. Therefore, I am a speed demon. Sweeeet.
Upon arriving, we showed the lady our IDs, sat down, jammed to music, watched the movie that played silently on a big screen TV, talked with guys who wanted to know what concerts are happening soon, made fun of each other, and smoked "Inception" and "Kryptonite" flavors of Hookah. It was actually pretty fun, though I didn't have any good come backs for when the boys made fun of me, so I ended up just sitting there quietly until the fire ceased.
We left there at 1 a.m., and went back to the house again. I hung out there with Mason and one of his brothers, petted the doggies (they were so scared but so adorable), watched them get on the social networking websites, chatted with Mason, woke his brother up on accident when I turned out the lights after grabbing my stuff, sat out back talking, and I finally came home around 2:45 a.m.

It's 3:46 a.m. now, and I'm exhausted. My hair smells like Inception and Kryptonite mixed with ciggarettes (though the effect is that of a fruity smell), I have a random red mark on my left cheek from the table out back (I believe; I have no idea where it came from), and my eyelids are so heavy that I'm fighting them with every passing moment.

Tonight was fun : )


Edit: I forgot to mention a couple of things. 1) I was introduced to Rob Zombie and Five Finger Death Punch (not the real live people, but the music), and was impressed with what I heard. 2) Dad was here yesterday when I got off of work, and he had, indeed, been in jail.


Four Eyes!

Today I woke up at 9:05 a.m., looked at my clock, groaned, and rolled over. I don't know why I'm having trouble sleeping in past then, but I would like my body to stop now. At 11:55, I forced myself out of bed, stumbled toward mom's room, and hopped in the shower in her bathroom. When I got out, I grabbed a diet coke, some brunch, and ended up having to get ready to run errands after about thirty minutes. I walked out of the house at 1:45 with wild, curly hair and my family in tow.

At 2, we pulled into the parking lot of our eye doctor place. We sat, filled out some forms, joked around, and I was the first to be shot in the eye with the air pressure testing thing. He shot the right one just fine, but since I was expecting the left I kept blinking rapidly so the air shot my eyelid. Then he led me back to the examination room where I failed to read the last two lines of the chart, and got one letter of the third line down wrong. He said that the second line is what you're expected to read for a driver's test, so I'm "barely legal to drive." Awesome.

I was given the option of contacts or glasses, and picked contacts after waiting to see how mom and Rachel's examinations went. After having two different brands of contacts put into my eyes, picking one, taking the right one in and out, irritating my right eye until it hurt, and crying, I decided that I can't do contacts. The contacts were entirely too frustrating for me to deal with, and that final burning sting was just enough to send me over the edge.
Something that you should be aware of is that I hate giving up; I try to see things through until the end. I felt terrible when I finally decided that my original choice wasn't going to work. So my tears were part frustration, part pain, part guilt for wasting their time and resources, and part anger at myself for not being able to follow through. I'm much better now, but right then it all just sucked.
I ended up going to the glasses area and looking at ten or twelve different pairs before finding the perfect pair. The lady picked it up, handed it to me, and immediately after putting them on I knew they were for me. They're semi-thick plastic glasses that are complimented by my hair color, and are nerdy enough to fit my personality. I love them already, and can't wait for them to come in.
When I finally decided that they were for me and explained that to my sister, she looked at me and said "Yes, you are a nerdfighter." Haha.
I'll only need them while driving and while I'm in class (I'm near sighted, which means I can't see things too far away), but they'll be totally worth it. I'm kind of tired of squinting at street signs and pressing myself against my steering wheel to see what they say.

We came home after about two hours there, ate some lovely salads, and mom and I are fixing to go to WalMart.
We have to do laundry after that, and are eventually going to have chicken for dinner.

Why yes, it is an ordinary day, but I like it : )


Edit: My day just got much more interesting. Dad is MIA at the moment. His cell is off, he was evicted from that one dude's house, his stuff is in my car, and he is nowhere to be found. Mom assumes that he's in jail, which is likely if the fire marshall showed up while he was drinking on the porch and he got rowdy. I took my car back and was surprised by how trashed it is; there are pringles cans everywhere, cigarette packages and a random CD lay in the floorboard up front, and dad's clothes and things litter the back seat and trunk. I don't know where he's going from here, but I hope to God that mom doesn't allow him to stay here... We don't need this. He needs to figure his life out - he's a grown ass man living a troubled teen's life. Time for him to act like he's an adult.


Where Did the Day Go??

I woke up at 12:30 p.m. today, sat in my spot on the couch, talked with Rachel, sent in a form to get out of Jury Duty (I received the summons last night), flipped this couch cushion over so that my feet stop going inside of the huge gash in it, got ready, and clocked in at work by 2.
Honestly, today was crazy nuts. I was only at a loss as to what to do for the first hour and a half or so, at which a time I thought I would hard ticket items. But every time I stepped away from the register for more than five minutes, a line would build, and I would have to get back on my register (I did manage to find time to call Cliff in because we were short a person on the floor, and I promised him lunch for being so nice). Even as I was trying to take a fifteen minute break the line stretched back into the middle of the store, so I got called back up front (even though we already had two cashiers ringing. I know!!). I did get to finish my break, and buy some gum. Then I rang a ton, talked with the people who came through my line (actually chatted, which is fun when they're nice enough to do so), was able to get off long enough to recover, sent my cashier to clean the bathrooms, closed registers while my back-up cashier watched the front, and was out of there by 8:30 p.m. That extra hour (we're open until 7 on Sundays, usually, but today we had a special coupon) went by extremely fast. It was really odd how many people were still there that last hour... Usually the store is pretty empty by then.
I encountered a small problem when I took the registers down, but otherwise that process went smoothly.
I got to leave at 8:30, shortly after the cashier and floor person, and came on home.
I grabbed some dinner, and may go on a walk here soon.
I asked Eric if he wanted to come over but didn't receive an answer, so I figure that's a no.
Clever, I know.
I may even work out on the Wii fit.
This day seems entirely too short... I'm not ready for it to be over yet...

Tomorrow I plan on running a ton of errands, feeding Cliff (if he remembers), and perhaps filming a vlog since I haven't done that in awhile.

I'm still writing, so you can still expect a surprise here soon.

Okaaaay I'm done. Bye!

Currently Reading: "The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson"


Edit: I ended up chatting for a bit on Facebook chat, kidnapping Kimmi, and taking her on a walk; I really didn't want my day to end at 9 p.m. We went up to the walking trail, walked in one direction for six minutes, then turned around because ALL of the lights went off at once. Creeeepy. We walked to the park once we got close enough to do so, tried swinging on the super squeaky swings, and ended up on the merry-go-round. I honestly don't think that there is anything more peaceful than laying on a merry-go-round at 11:45 p.m. with one of your best friends while staring up at the stars, and I will be very shocked if anyone can prove me wrong. I loved those fifteen or so minutes spent on the playground, and honestly want to star gaze more often; I love star gazing, and always forget until I find time to do so. We came back to my house at around 11:45, and watched TV and talked with my mom for around an hour before I took her home. After I got home, I came back here, but now I'm more at peace with the fact that my day is over. Which is nice. I'm actually pretty sleepy, so I may actually sleep soon o.o


I Didn't Even Realize That You Switched Genres Again...

You will have to bear with me - I had a Margarita at dinner and now I'm dealing with the after effects.
Which includes being slightly, slightly tipsy and sleepy.
You won't really have to deal with the side effects... You just get to read what my brain sends to my fingers.
I, however, have to deal with trying to get all of the spaces between the words and make sure that they're spelled correctly.
Blogging is just so very hard, you have no idea... < /sarcasm >
(html jokes for the win!)


Today I became semi-conscious at around 7 a.m. because mom walked into my room and let Kitty-Kitty in.
Then she realized that I didn't work this morning, so she had to grab the cat who was trying to wake me up and leave.
At 11:30, I woke up and looked at my alarm clock, thinking that it was like three in the afternoon. When I realized that it wasn't 3 p.m., I rolled over and went back to whatever weird dream I was having.
At 1 p.m., I woke up for the final time and forced myself out of bed. I love sleeping in but that was a little bit too late.
I walked out to the living room to discover Rachel and Owen watching the first season of Pokemon.
I was SO pumped. I believe it was the second or third episode with Caterpie, who actually evolved during that episode to a Metapod, then a Butterfree. During the episode I ended up saying "I hate Metapod. What is the point of it? All it does is harden, and it doesn't even learn tackle until it's almost evolved. It's as useless as a Magikarp."
Apparently Owen hadn't seen that season, which is believeable since he's only 10, but it certainly made me feel bad for the kid. He missed out on the best season.
He didn't even know what the Pokerap was! I had to Youtube it and show him. I even managed to rap some of it at the very end; it was the only part I knew.
I ended up talking to Eric for a bit, getting ready, and running errands with my momma.
We went to Walgreens, the bank, and chillis, but not in that order. I was able to chill for an hour after we got home. I spent that time playing tic-tac-toe with Owen, wrestlin' with him, and talking to Chris.
I picked Kimmi up around 6:30, and we met her sister at Cheddars. Amanda and Kendra joined us, and we stood around talking and looking at our surroundings while we waited to be seated. The cool thing about Cheddars is that they have a fish tank in one of the walls that captivates my attention every single time. Except, this time, there were people blocking the fish tank; I thought about going and looking anyway and joked about shoving them aside, but didn't.
We eventually got seated and ordered our drinks. Kendra got a margarita, Amanda got a Dr Pepper, Kimmi got something called "The Painkiller" (which was really, really strong), I got a Margarita with strawberry swirled in there, and Kimmi's sister got a daqueri I believe. Once the drinks arrived we swapped them and tasted each other's to see what they were like, which was fun because that way we got a variety. We ordered food, talked, drank our drinks, and had a fan-freakin'-tastic time. By the time we left, Kendra was tipsy, I was tipsy, and Kimmi was sleepy. We all left around 8:30, and everyone got home alright.
I said hey to dad and Rachel when I arrived, put on my pajamas, and looked for a movie to watch via Netflix with Rachel. I was on the Internet and/or texting, and when I looked up she would be in the middle of searching through an entirely different genre than the previous one. I finally said "How do you keep doing that!? I never notice when you switch genres!"
We finally settled on watching "Signs," though a Godzilla movie almost won.
This movie is one that I rarely get tired of. Every time I see it I notice something different, and it's suspenseful instead of gory. I also like "Eight Legged Freaks" for this reason, though that's a lot more stupid than scary. I can handle suspenseful movies, even ones with creatures, as long as there isn't any ripping, tearing, blood, or shredding.

Okay, I suppose that's all.
I'm going to actually watch this movie now.
That, or install Sims 3 on this laptop finally.
I'll write tomorrow!

Currently Reading: "The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson"



My Favorite Parts of Me

Today I worked from 9 in the morning until 4 in the afternoon with Cliff, again, and was on the register for most of that. I got a break and a lunch and time to read Emily Dickinson's poetry and eat and complain to Cliff about the stupid cashier at Sonic who didn't know how to listen (I ordered a grilled chicken wrap, a medium diet coke and medium dr pepper; she heard ROUTE 44 DIET COKE. What? No. Then when I fixed it, she still didn't get the grilled chicken wrap and I had to order that separate. How can one do a casheiring job correctly if one doesn't listen!?) and counted my drawer fifteen minutes before time to leave and got done with two minutes to spare. I clocked out, called Dani, texted Mason about me sitting at a stop sign that I thought was a stop light (this has happened only ONE other time, three or four years ago, when I was also very, very tired), and my phone died. When I got home I plugged my phone in, had my very first phone conversation with Dani in months (yes, we're talking again, which is nice), and took a nap once we got off of the phone. I need to stop taking naps, but my eyelids were just so very heavy.
And that, my friend, is my very uninteresting day up until this point.

I finally, finally have a day off tomorrow. You wouldn't think that working four early days in a row would be disorienting or draining, but when you sleep like I do it tends to happen.
I have absolutely nothing planned for during the day; this allows for some awesome sleeping in time. Though I know that I will most likely make myself wake up around noon or one.
Tomorrow night I have dinner plans with the ladies to celebrate of Kimmi's 21st birthday, and I can't wait. I haven't seen the girls in a few weeks, and it'll be nice to catch up and eat some delicious food in the process.

Sunday I work from 2 til 8:30, Monday I'm off, I work tuesday through friday (closing shift on wednesday, but opening on all of the others), and I'm off again on Saturday.
This whole "working" thing really cuts into one's free time, doesn't it?
Oh well! At least I get money. And a few short days.

I read a youtuber's blog a few minutes ago, and she wrote an entry including a song and tied that to things she likes about herself. While I would love to do that, I do not have a song in mind to use, and I don't feel like finding one. So here's a small list of things I like about myself, because sometimes it's nice to focus on good things about me instead of things I need to change.

- I'm flexible when it comes to planning.
- I can put up with a lot of bullshit (though sometimes I choose not to, because bullshit gets old, man).
- My sense of humor, though sometimes people can't tell whether or not I'm joking.
- My eyes, smile, and butt.
- The fact that once I know something, I know it for as long as I need to.
- The fact that I can write, and do so decently.
- The fact that I don't care about everything (it's a learned trait, honestly).

Aaaand that's all I feel like listing.
I'm sure there are other things, but I'm groggy and annoyed.
Also, my cat has curled up in my lap, making it awkward for me to type on my laptop.
I'm hers, you know...

Here are more Emily Dickinson Excerpts!

"Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain."

"I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!"

"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me."

"The soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend, -
Or the most agonizing spy
An enemy could send.

Secure against its own,
No treason it can fear;
Itself its sovereign, of itself
The soul should stand in awe."

Okay, that's all from me!
I'll write tomorrow!



Emily Dickinson Was A Genius

Today I had to be at work by 9 a.m. yet again, which is starting to wear me down but, oddly, I'm starting to get used to it. I still don't like it, and won't like it as long as I have to wake up early, but my brain is starting to become more alert sooner in the day.
Today wasn't really worth mentioning, though. It was fun because there were people there who are really funny and work together well, but kind of slow all at the same time. I miss the floor sometimes because the front is so slow, but I'm getting used to being up front and finding things to do. The Boss Man was even nice enough to get me (or Cliff) a drink from Whattaburger, which was awesome; I needed some caffiene.
While on break, I started reading "The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson," which I thought I would like but didn't think I would get into. Poetry is usually something shoved down my throat in English class and not something that I read for fun.
Oh, how wrong I was. Within the first poem (INTRODUCTORY poem, even), I was amazed.

Here are a few excerpts from what I read...

Part 1: Life

"This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, -
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!"

"Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed."

"Life is but life, and death but death!
Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!
And if, indeed, I fail,
At least to know the worst is sweet.
Death means nothing but defeat,
No drearier can prevail!"
(This is my favorite.)

"If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain."
(My second favorite, though not by much.)

"The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be the will of it's Inquisitor,
the liberty to die."

"A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is
To meet an antique book."

"The fight aloud is very brave,
But gallanter, I know,
Who charge within their bosom,
The cavalry of woe.

Who win, and nations do not see,
Who fall, and none observe,
Who's dying eyes no country
Regards with patriot love."

If given a little background on Emily Dickinson, you wouldn't expect this brilliance to have come from her. She was lively and social into her early twenties, but soon became a recluse. She lived in her parent's house and went unseen for the majority of her adulthood until death; she was never married. She wrote poetry in her solitude, yet most didn't have proper titles (which I love; why does everything need a title?).

Anyway, she WAS a genius. She saw the world through different, but intelligent, eyes, and she possessed the ability to take one's breath away with her words.

Though it probably goes without saying, I admire this woman, even though she is long since deceased. I could only hope to write like her.

Well, maybe a cross between her and J.K. Rowling. Maybe throw some John Green in there.
If this could happen, I would be one Hell of a writer.

Currently Reading: Well, if it isn't obvious by now... "The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson"


Edit: I was informed about an hour ago that they /finally/ released where "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" is being split. Apparently they're splitting it where Voldemort breaks into Dumbledore's tomb to get the Elder Wand, which is pretty dang close to the end. All that happens after that are Aberforth's (Dumbledore's brother) storyline, the Battle at Hogwarts, and the Epilogue (which I wish they would leave out but at the same time I'm so very curious to see how they pull of the aging and kids). Honestly, I think they should cut it sooner (it was originally rumored to be cut where Ron left), but stopping it where the evil guy breaks into THE greatest (albeit dead) wizard of all time's tomb is pretty shocking.
(Side note: If you didn't know anything about the seventh book or movie, sorry for the spoilers.)
(Though you probably should have heard SOMETHING about it by now. I mean, the only way you wouldn't have is if you were shoved into a box without Internet.)


I Don't Even Care That I'm Three Hours Late

Of course I was out entirely too late tonight, and of course I didn't think ahead to the consequences this action would cause with BEDA and working at 9 a.m.
Honestly, I could care less. I love having a life outside of blogging, Facebook, Youtube, Myspace, Twitter, and work.

Speaking of work...
I did work today. I worked from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m., which meant another early day. Which meant another day working as a groggy cashier/FES who wasn't even fully awake until 11:30 a.m.
I did the usual junk, and taught the newest of the cashiers how to do a few returns and use our walkie talkies. I also helped with beads in an attempt to get them knocked out, because there was a full box and a full cart that my coworker was working on. Beading can be pretty insane.
I counted down my drawer alone, ten minutes prior to my shift ending. I wanted to get out of there, and there was no way in Hell I was going to wait an extra five minutes waiting on the other FES.

After work I came home, ate, texted Cliff, texted Mason, texted Eric some : ), got directions to the house where Mason was, and kidnapped him for awhile.
The goal was to get my neck tattoo touched up, because Cliff thought it needed it. I went to the original place that I got it, and they closed down. No signs or anything. They've done this before, and they remodeled and reopened, but I figure that they won't open again; the guys there were jerks.
I drove us to the bank, to another tattoo parlor, and ended up not wasting $50 on the touch-up; it's not bad, and the guy who looked at it said it would look the exact same anyway.
I brought Mason back here, and we ended up watchinga a Jeff Dunham comedy movie via netflix. Then I ate some pizza since it was here, and left with Mason in tow shortly after that. While I was gone, my family was nice enough to do my laundry and go to WalMart for me.
I drove Mason back to the house where I picked him up, and ended up going inside. I met one of his "brothers," and watched as he proceeded to play a video game. After a few smoking trips (for the brother), a trip to a taco place, and arriving back at the house, we watched him play more video games. Mason and I sat in this LARGE armchair, and I felt myself drifting in and out. I finally just fell asleep for thirty minutes, switching positions every so often, and flinching a couple of times because of noises in the game. When Mason's other "brother" and his girlfriend arrived, we poked fun at each other and jested and had a merry time. It's hard to keep up with those fellas, but I eventually caught on. We ended up watching MORE video games, and eventually went to IHOP to play "Life" (apparently people actually go up to IHOP and play board games; I had no idea until recently). We spent a good two hours at IHOP, playing Life and watching Mason psycho-analyze people. I finally had to take my leave at 2:30, because I was freezing and still have to get up at 7 a.m. for work. I want the daytime FES back; I want to sleep in. Whiney whine.
I had a lot of fun hanging out with those fellas. They're whitty and smart and didn't seem to hate me nearly as much as I expected them to. One of the brothers actually warmed up to me faster than expected, though I'm sure he still didn't like me.
There were a ton of vulgar jokes made, which you would think would creep me out, but they didn't. Some were pretty annoying, but when you're hanging out with guys you just have to let it roll off. Luckily I've had a guy best friend since Freshman Year of high school, so it wasn't too surprising.
I didn't even get a hug, which sucked, but I did get a "toodles" from one of the brothers so I supposed that'll have to do.

Now I'm home, reeking of stale cigarettes (we sat in the smoking section at IHOP) and not being able to do a thing about it because I work in six hours, and have to wake up in four. Awesome.
I'm also still freezing, which sucks because I was literally shivering, got warm, and now I'm headed back to shivering.
Despite these couple of things, I had a good day. It was fun hanging out with Mason and his brothers and I think we will have to do it again soon.

Just so you're aware, I've started writing again after taking a pause. Expect some sort of surprise within this month.

Currently Reading: "The Collected Poems of Emily Dickenson."



Day 10, A Second Post

Today was... decent.
It had a couple of challenges, but it was over all pretty nice.

Around 10 p.m. last night, our AC stopped working. We had to call a repairman in the middle of the night to come out and fix it. He did, and now we have AC, but I didn't get into bed until around 2 a.m.

I had to be at work by 9 a.m. (as I have to do for the next three days in a row), and of course I was half-asleep when I arrived at work.
I worked with Cliff, which was pretty fun. Despite the fact that he makes fun of me (don't worry, it's all in good fun, and I make fun of him too), he really does liven up a shift. Especially when I'm groggy and kind of cranky at 9 a.m.

I grabbed a walkie talkie, opened a couple of registers, made sure that the door got opened (it was still closed after we were open for ten minutes; whoops!), rang people up, hard ticketed items, took a break, rang more people up, took a lunch, made sure there were no holes up front, did go backs, recovered the front half of scrap booking, and embarassed myself in front of the guy that I'm interested in.

See, the problem with being interested in someone is that sometimes you get really nervous. And when you get really nervous during a shift at WORK, it makes it hard to, ya know, socialize with that person. When you find it hard to socialize with someone, you lose sight of what you think you want to say, and end up saying something completely ridiculous such as "Do you want to exchange numbers?" twice, in succession, because home boy "didn't hear you" the first time. So then you stand there, awkwardly, and say something along the lines of "Yeah, it's kind of a big deal that I asked at all, so..." Then he gets this look on his face, like he doesn't know what to say to you, and says "Uh, no" with an awkward look on his face. I kind of prodded the no, because he looked so hesitant and needed an easy out. So then I asked him what he was doing, and he didn't know what I meant, and when I explained, he replied with "Attaching wire." Then I went and actually did more work, shaking off the awkward and attempting to mend my slightly-bruised ego.

What I need to remember is something that John Green said (in one of his novels or in a Youtube video): "People aren’t miracles. They’re people. And whether we’re dehumanizing people or romanticizing them, we’re doing both them and ourselves the same fundamental disservice, which is imagining that other people are in some way different from us or in some way fundamentally separate from ourselves, which is just not true." Maybe then I won't be so nervous and embarrass myself.

Other than that, work was good.
When I got home at 4:05, I went back to my room, slept for two hours, dreamed of sleeping through a shift, woke up at six, and showered.
I eventually watched "The Blind Side" with my family, which is AMAZING. Like, really. It's so funny and touching and heart warming and Sandra Bullock is an original bad ass in that movie.
Then mom and I watched some "Criminal Minds," and we're watching "Friends" currently.
Oh, TV.

I received my first Youtube Hater Comment in awhile.
"your boring. . ... .. its not even funny because your fat. its just boring."
Now, admittedly, the video (the one about my room) is not a very good video. It was the first video that I filmed on my laptop, on the fourth take, and I'm just glad that it turned out to be viewable at all. I've gotten some feedback from it (mostly "Are those handcuffs in your floor!?" to which I respond "Yes, yes they are."), but this is the only negative comment I've gotten.
I'm not even THAT bothered by it. I'm not pissed off that they called me fat. I'm pissed off that he (yes, a 24 year old male) isn't educated enough to use proper grammar or find a decent insult. Or use an ellipses properly. Really, jackass? Really?

I don't want to leave you on that note, but I think I will. I'm out of things to say.
Admittedly, there were a couple of low points to today, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.