I wrote a really lame post today. I had what I *thought* was a great idea and then I couldn't flesh it out. But I wrote it anyway. And it was awful. I almost want to post it but it's just too embarrassing. Maybe I'll try again another time.
My brain feels fuzzy today. Like when a sneeze is stuck. Or like someone erased the edges of my mind. Yesterday I was all excited, looking up publishing tips. Sigh. Now I can barely look at my computer screen without going cross-eyed.
I'm having trouble focusing on any one thought for any period of time. I keep getting distracted and finding myself staring at nothing, thinking about nothing.
I feel like I'm back in that lost place. The sad thing is, the lost place is becoming familiar to me. And that is either ironic or just plain wrong. The place where I feel the most unstable is not a place that I should keep coming back to. I think part of the problem is that there just seems to be too many possibilities, to many paths. And yet, most of those paths (and usually the good ones) look unatainable.
I find myself having the same problem in my life as I do in my writing: just as soon as I get focused on an idea, a thought, it seems like the rest drops of the back. And I'm left grasping at partial ideas, partial thoughts, desperately trying to see the rest. It's like trying to remember the words to a song when they're just on the tip of your tounge and you can almost...almost...but not quite. I wish I could look up the lyrics to my life on the internet.
I'm not even sure my life song would have lyrics. Sometimes I think it would more like an orchestra. Unfortunatly my orchestra seems to not be able to get it together. Everyone knows that an orchestra that plays in harmony is beautiful, but one that is disorganized is a disaster. Lucky me, mine seems to be stuck in the latter.
Of course, I can't see the whole picture. I could have this all totally wrong. Maybe these bits and peices, my day to day life, are only making noise. Maybe someday when I look back, all those noises put together will make beautiful music. I hope so.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Painting
It's been awhile since I've written. I know.
We finally moved into our new offices at work and got everything settled. We didn't, however, actaully get the internet until last Friday. No internet= no actual work at this job since all our information is online. Tough. Luckily, we found out that the offices need to be painted. Enter painting supplies and paiting clothes, donned by three amateur non-painters, and you have a party! Or a mess. Depends on how you look at it. Either way, the time goes by much faster than, say, if we were sitting at our desks staring at our internet-less computers.
So for the last two days I've been cutting in (mostly) and rolling walls (less-mostly). It has actually been pretty fun. I feel like it gives me the chance to think and to do something besides sit on my behind. I like the change.
Did I mention that this office building is huge? I'm pretty sure it's at least twice, if not three times, as big as our old office building. I really like it. My office is nice and spacious and made even more so by the fact that I don't have to have a bunch of stuff crammed in here since we HAVE SO MUCH SPACE! Seriously, we have room enough for everything to have it's own place. So refreshing!
The downside is that it now takes me twice as long to get to work and even longer to get home. I guess I was spoiled. When I was in high school I used to have to drive thirty minutes to and from school every day. And then I got a job that was 45 minutes away. Since then it's been a long time since I've had to drive more than 20 minutes on a regular basis. Now I'm driving 30 minutes to and from work everyday again. Boo. And the REALLY sad part? It shouldn't take that long. It's the dang-ol' traffic that's killing me. And the worst part of THAT is? I have a manual, which I usually love but I do not love in traffic. Sigh. Am I being petty? Am I complaining when I am really very blessed. Probably. No, actually, definitely yes. So I digress, time to get back to painting. Gotta make the time fly!
We finally moved into our new offices at work and got everything settled. We didn't, however, actaully get the internet until last Friday. No internet= no actual work at this job since all our information is online. Tough. Luckily, we found out that the offices need to be painted. Enter painting supplies and paiting clothes, donned by three amateur non-painters, and you have a party! Or a mess. Depends on how you look at it. Either way, the time goes by much faster than, say, if we were sitting at our desks staring at our internet-less computers.
So for the last two days I've been cutting in (mostly) and rolling walls (less-mostly). It has actually been pretty fun. I feel like it gives me the chance to think and to do something besides sit on my behind. I like the change.
Did I mention that this office building is huge? I'm pretty sure it's at least twice, if not three times, as big as our old office building. I really like it. My office is nice and spacious and made even more so by the fact that I don't have to have a bunch of stuff crammed in here since we HAVE SO MUCH SPACE! Seriously, we have room enough for everything to have it's own place. So refreshing!
The downside is that it now takes me twice as long to get to work and even longer to get home. I guess I was spoiled. When I was in high school I used to have to drive thirty minutes to and from school every day. And then I got a job that was 45 minutes away. Since then it's been a long time since I've had to drive more than 20 minutes on a regular basis. Now I'm driving 30 minutes to and from work everyday again. Boo. And the REALLY sad part? It shouldn't take that long. It's the dang-ol' traffic that's killing me. And the worst part of THAT is? I have a manual, which I usually love but I do not love in traffic. Sigh. Am I being petty? Am I complaining when I am really very blessed. Probably. No, actually, definitely yes. So I digress, time to get back to painting. Gotta make the time fly!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Lazy
It's been awhile, hasn't it? I'm sorry I've been MIA. I don't know what's wrong with me lately. We've been moving offices at my job and I know that has contributed to my absence. Other than that? I can't say. I don't have a good excuse. Laziness? Exhaustion? Apathy? Pick one. I don't know what's up but I am NOT lovin it, McDonald's, I am not lovin it.
I'm pretty sure I have a disorder. I would like to go ahead and name it now: I'm calling it sleepaholism. I am addicted to sleeping. I don't know why, but it's like it's impossible for me to drag myself from bed in the morning any earlier than is ABSO-LUTELY NECESSARY. "It's becoming a problem," says my waistline that hasn't been to the gym. "It's becoming a problem," says my hair that hasn't been brushed in days. "It's becoming a problem," says my attitde, that is barely above conciousness.
I've been telling myself that things will change once we get in the new building. I've got myself convinced that once I get in a new routine that I'll get it together, that I'm just waiting until the move, then I'll get back in shape. Sigh, I'm starting to wonder if it's all just excuses. If really I have no motivation, no desire to better myself. That laziness has finally overtaken me. No! Please no!
And as this laziness enters, my creativity seems to slip out the back door. It's like it sees that Lazy coming in the front and bolts for more fertile minds in which to plant its seeds. You are mine, Creativity! Do not abandon me now!
It's not that I don't have ideas. I have plenty of ideas, tons of ideas, a plethora of ideas. But single ideas? They might make good Twitter posts but they don't make good blogs, good stories, or good books. These ideas, they come to me in little bursts, but I can't seem to put them together to make more than just that, little ideas. So I write them down, I keep track. I guess I'm hoping that one day they will all fit together and all these little ideas will make one big story. The story that changes my life. Until then, well, I'll keep writing them down. I'll keep thinking. I'll keep waiting, till the fire to write consumes me again. When I get in that fire nothing stands in my way. I burn and burn and burn, all in my path.
Now excuse me, I can feel a sugar rush from my smoothie from lunch taking over. I must go.
I'm pretty sure I have a disorder. I would like to go ahead and name it now: I'm calling it sleepaholism. I am addicted to sleeping. I don't know why, but it's like it's impossible for me to drag myself from bed in the morning any earlier than is ABSO-LUTELY NECESSARY. "It's becoming a problem," says my waistline that hasn't been to the gym. "It's becoming a problem," says my hair that hasn't been brushed in days. "It's becoming a problem," says my attitde, that is barely above conciousness.
I've been telling myself that things will change once we get in the new building. I've got myself convinced that once I get in a new routine that I'll get it together, that I'm just waiting until the move, then I'll get back in shape. Sigh, I'm starting to wonder if it's all just excuses. If really I have no motivation, no desire to better myself. That laziness has finally overtaken me. No! Please no!
And as this laziness enters, my creativity seems to slip out the back door. It's like it sees that Lazy coming in the front and bolts for more fertile minds in which to plant its seeds. You are mine, Creativity! Do not abandon me now!
It's not that I don't have ideas. I have plenty of ideas, tons of ideas, a plethora of ideas. But single ideas? They might make good Twitter posts but they don't make good blogs, good stories, or good books. These ideas, they come to me in little bursts, but I can't seem to put them together to make more than just that, little ideas. So I write them down, I keep track. I guess I'm hoping that one day they will all fit together and all these little ideas will make one big story. The story that changes my life. Until then, well, I'll keep writing them down. I'll keep thinking. I'll keep waiting, till the fire to write consumes me again. When I get in that fire nothing stands in my way. I burn and burn and burn, all in my path.
Now excuse me, I can feel a sugar rush from my smoothie from lunch taking over. I must go.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
More writers block
Gotta get some creative juices flowin up in here.
We found out this past Monday that we are (*finally*) moving our offices downtown. The catch? (Yes there is always a catch at this job.) We have to be moved by next Monday. Hello crazy moving week! We have got to get all our equipment/files/furniture/crap moved in the next couple of days. To add to that, a lot of our smaller equipment, that we no longer are going to be dealing in, is being shipped to our main store an hour away. And that shipping to the other store thing? That doesn't just involve packing stuff up and sending it. It also involves inventory-ing all the equipment, which is time consuming and gross considering that much of this stuff has been sitting here for months (years?) gathering dust and sloughed off old people skin cells. Ew.
So that's why I haven't been writing. I write best when I am either 1) bored to tears and, therefore, able to do a lot of day dreaming/getting inspiration from other blogs or 2) emotionally disturbed.
The thing is, I feel like I want to write, so bad, but I don't know what I want to write. I just have the itch to write. Is that writers block? Because I haven't determinded in my head if writers block is actually knowing what you want to write and just not being able to get it out or if it's what I'm dealing with. Because I am also concerned that what I'm actually dealing with is less "writers block" and more "not actually being a writer." Because how can you be a writer if you have nothing to write about? Hmmm.
So now I am not only dealing with possible writers block and lack of free time, but also with an identity crisis. Please allow your thoughts to be with me in this trying time. Also, if your thoughts are creative ideas for me to write, I could use those too.
We found out this past Monday that we are (*finally*) moving our offices downtown. The catch? (Yes there is always a catch at this job.) We have to be moved by next Monday. Hello crazy moving week! We have got to get all our equipment/files/furniture/crap moved in the next couple of days. To add to that, a lot of our smaller equipment, that we no longer are going to be dealing in, is being shipped to our main store an hour away. And that shipping to the other store thing? That doesn't just involve packing stuff up and sending it. It also involves inventory-ing all the equipment, which is time consuming and gross considering that much of this stuff has been sitting here for months (years?) gathering dust and sloughed off old people skin cells. Ew.
So that's why I haven't been writing. I write best when I am either 1) bored to tears and, therefore, able to do a lot of day dreaming/getting inspiration from other blogs or 2) emotionally disturbed.
The thing is, I feel like I want to write, so bad, but I don't know what I want to write. I just have the itch to write. Is that writers block? Because I haven't determinded in my head if writers block is actually knowing what you want to write and just not being able to get it out or if it's what I'm dealing with. Because I am also concerned that what I'm actually dealing with is less "writers block" and more "not actually being a writer." Because how can you be a writer if you have nothing to write about? Hmmm.
So now I am not only dealing with possible writers block and lack of free time, but also with an identity crisis. Please allow your thoughts to be with me in this trying time. Also, if your thoughts are creative ideas for me to write, I could use those too.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Ninja vampire slayer
I have decided to start training to be a ninja. Or possibly a vampire slayer. I feel like if I can get some kind of goal in mind it will help me stay focused and push myself harder. I should probably come up with some sort of mantra to repeat in my head while I'm training. Something like "Die, Vampire, die" would probably work. Or maybe, "Ninja warrior, Attack!." I don't know.
Also, I'm thinking I should start searching for a trainer. After doing some extensive research (watching lots of TV), I think I'v got it figured out. I'm either going to need an old chinese man or a librarian, preferably one with an accent. They seem more exotic and, uh, dangerous? I'm also hoping that I am some sort of "chosen one" so that they will want to train me for free because I don't really have the money to pay a trainer. Also, they would have to be avaliable to me 24/7 in case I needed them for a midnight training session before a battle and I'm pretty sure that costs extra. I AM adopted so I might have a chance of fudging my origins a bit and that could help me toward the "chosen one" end.
In addition to all this I'm probably going to have to come up with some enemies to help with the motivation thing. Obviously if I'm not going to actually have to fight anyone I probably wont be as desperate to get in shape. I would be all like, "Eh it's not like I'm in a hurry to get in shape because there will be no one for me to fight when I am, so lets watch some more TV and can you pass those Cheeze-its?" It also might be hard to convince a trainer that I am the chosen one if there is no one I was "chosen" to fight. Who do ninjas fight? Pirates? I think it's pirates. So pirates will probably be easier for me to produce than vampires. Mostly because I'm pretty sure that vampires don't exist. And if they do, well vampires are pretty popular right now so I'm not sure me fighting them would go over so well. All the Twilight fans would probably go after me if I tried to stab Robert Patterson with a stake and I'm not really up for a mob of screaming teenagers right now. Or screaming women. The Twilight fanbase sort of spread to all women after reaching its origional intended audience of (I assume) teens and pre-teens. So ya...screeming women and their teenage daughters. No thanks.
The more I think about this the more it sounds like a great idea that involves way too work on my end. In other words: totally bad idea. Looks like its back to the drawing board on this workout thing.
Also, I'm thinking I should start searching for a trainer. After doing some extensive research (watching lots of TV), I think I'v got it figured out. I'm either going to need an old chinese man or a librarian, preferably one with an accent. They seem more exotic and, uh, dangerous? I'm also hoping that I am some sort of "chosen one" so that they will want to train me for free because I don't really have the money to pay a trainer. Also, they would have to be avaliable to me 24/7 in case I needed them for a midnight training session before a battle and I'm pretty sure that costs extra. I AM adopted so I might have a chance of fudging my origins a bit and that could help me toward the "chosen one" end.
In addition to all this I'm probably going to have to come up with some enemies to help with the motivation thing. Obviously if I'm not going to actually have to fight anyone I probably wont be as desperate to get in shape. I would be all like, "Eh it's not like I'm in a hurry to get in shape because there will be no one for me to fight when I am, so lets watch some more TV and can you pass those Cheeze-its?" It also might be hard to convince a trainer that I am the chosen one if there is no one I was "chosen" to fight. Who do ninjas fight? Pirates? I think it's pirates. So pirates will probably be easier for me to produce than vampires. Mostly because I'm pretty sure that vampires don't exist. And if they do, well vampires are pretty popular right now so I'm not sure me fighting them would go over so well. All the Twilight fans would probably go after me if I tried to stab Robert Patterson with a stake and I'm not really up for a mob of screaming teenagers right now. Or screaming women. The Twilight fanbase sort of spread to all women after reaching its origional intended audience of (I assume) teens and pre-teens. So ya...screeming women and their teenage daughters. No thanks.
The more I think about this the more it sounds like a great idea that involves way too work on my end. In other words: totally bad idea. Looks like its back to the drawing board on this workout thing.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Writers block
Lately I have been having writers block. I had always wondered what writers block felt like and now I know that it is kind of like being constipated. The main difference is that when you are constipated you know what you are trying to get out and with writers block you don't. You just know that you should be getting something out. Another difference is that, with constipation, what is stuck is nasty and with writers block, what is stuck is (possibly) wonderful. Also, one occurs in your brain and one occurs...elswhere.
I have discovered that one good way to counteract writers block is, when you are feeling especially un-blocked, to write a bunch of posts that can be used at any time and to post those when you are having difficulity coming up with something new. Or that may not be so much a counteraction of writers block but actually a way of keeping your readers entertained when you have nothing to say (if you have readers). So never mind.
I have writers block. Here is a picture of my cat watching tv to keep you entertained.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
22
Tomorrow I turn 22! For some reason that seems a lot different to me than 21. Kind of like when I felt like there was this huge difference between 4th and 5th grades when actually it was only 1 years difference just like between all the other grades.
In honor of my birthday (a phrase that I hope gets used a lot tomorrow, or this week...or month. Followed by good things coming my way.) I would like to use this blog to post my YEAR IN REVIEW:
In honor of my birthday (a phrase that I hope gets used a lot tomorrow, or this week...or month. Followed by good things coming my way.) I would like to use this blog to post my YEAR IN REVIEW:
This past year has been a year of big changes for me. Here is the quick bullet point list:
- spent my 21st birthday at work because I forgot to ask off. This wasn't too bad of a deal because I was living in Utah and didn't have any friends to do anything with anyway.
- Had my first 21-year-old drink at work while vacuuming. Bud Light Lime: The only beer I currently (knowingly) like.
- Flew to Alabama to visit my (then) boyfriend for the first time. Met his entire family at his sister's wedding.
- Got engaged at Chirstmas.
- Spent the next two months frantically trying to move to Alabama.
- Officially "forever" moved out.
- Moved to Alabama.
- Learned about living on my own. (OK really Trey payed for everything, but I DID get to play house!)
- Finished my first ever year of college.
- Got married. Best day of my life.
- Got my first real job.
- And here I am.
When I put it all like that it all seems so...small. But it was so crazy. And things have changed so much in the past year I can't even believe it's still the same life! Here are a few things I have learned during this past, crazy year:
- God works everything out.
- Sometimes "bff" doesn't really mean forever.
- Alabama and Utah are VERY far away from each other.
- Wearing no makeup looks basically the same as wearing makeup. And eliminates the need to wear makeup.
- Factors that are not conducive to weightloss: being married to a man who can eat whatever he wants and LOSE WEIGHT, working at a job where you sit on your butt all day, scrubs, poptarts, lots of TV, select birth controls, lack of exercise.
- 4:59 is the longest minute EVER.
- 4:59 on Friday is, possibly, EVEN LONGER.
- Family is more important than you think.
- Some things are not as important as you think.
- I would rather *not* work.
- Hair grows really slowly.
- I am picky.
Ok so I'm sure that's not everything I've learned. I'm just too tired to think right now. So that will have to do for now. Overall it's been a good year. And this one is going to be better...much better. [For some reason I feel like I should insert manicial (sp?) laugh here. It doesn't really fit the mood of the post, and also, I have no evil plans for the coming year, but any sencence with the setup "something...much something" is followed by a "Bwo-Ah-hahaha!" laugh in my head. Yes. I DO know that makes no sense. Moving on]
Actually, that's all. Um...goodbye?
Friday, September 11, 2009
The City is a Dragon
The city is a dragon and the cars are its scales.
Sitting motionless on the highways and shimmering in the sun.
The city is a dragon and the workplace is its firey mouth:
burning the day away to an endless field of ash and smoke.
The city is a dragon and my computer is its eye,
hypnotizing me as I stare and can't look away,
until I forget what it's like not to have a headache.
The city is a dragon and the phone calls are its teeth;
knawing on me until I'm numb.
The city is a dragon and the clock it its tail...
swishing away the minutes in the slow tick-tock of endless
Time.
The city is a dragon and the people are its wings
loudly battering and battering the wind,
demanding their own way.
The city is a dragon and the dragon sleeps at night.
Sitting motionless on the highways and shimmering in the sun.
The city is a dragon and the workplace is its firey mouth:
burning the day away to an endless field of ash and smoke.
The city is a dragon and my computer is its eye,
hypnotizing me as I stare and can't look away,
until I forget what it's like not to have a headache.
The city is a dragon and the phone calls are its teeth;
knawing on me until I'm numb.
The city is a dragon and the clock it its tail...
swishing away the minutes in the slow tick-tock of endless
Time.
The city is a dragon and the people are its wings
loudly battering and battering the wind,
demanding their own way.
The city is a dragon and the dragon sleeps at night.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Friendship lost
I am in a gloomy mood today. I think it's because of the heavy fog over EVERWHERE. So I'm posting this gloomy post from my draft folder. Yes...I save up for days such as these. Maybe I will post later when my creative juices kick in. Or not. I don't know yet.
It's really strange. When you feel like you connect with someone so well. Like they are going to always be someone to you. Like they get you like no one else gets you. And then? They are suddenly not someone to you anymore. And you're not someone to them. And you don't get each other AT ALL. And you're all, "I am so confused."
Then, to see them with someone else? It's kind of like the same feeling as seeing your ex with someone else. Even if you were the one to break it off it still hurts, you know? And you're like, "You are still supposed to love me even if I don't love you." Not in the friendship case, in the ex case. With friends it's more like, "It was supposed to be you and me. Like, forever. Bff's. Right?" Not all friendships feel like this when they're over. But some do.
We have moved into totally different lives. I can almost physically see the split in my minds eye. I can look back and picture when it happened. One minute we were "forever friends," and then, we were nothing. We weren't angry. Nothing "happened." It just...happened. It just ended.
I have a new best friend now: my husband. I'm not sad. I'm not upset. I don't hardly ever even think of it. But every once in a while, when I'm turning over memories in my head or flipping through pictures I remember. I don't get depressed, I don't wish it was different. I just remember.
And maybe someday things will change. I know that it can be hard for single people to be friends with married people. I know it can be hard to pick up peices of a friendship that is shattered. But someday things could change. It would be more like starting a new friendship though, and less like picking up where we left off.
And this post isn't a lash-outy post. It's just something I sometimes think about. Like I said, I'm not upset. I don't really feel one way or the other about it. In fact, with all the friends I've had over the years, whether we've grown apart or not, I can't think of a single one that I have anything but fond memories of. Sometimes, even if there was bad stuff between you, that stuff just fades over time. And all you remember is the good stuff. I like that about life.
So, To Friends. Reason, Season and Lifetime friends: you rock.
Have you ever lost a friend?
It's really strange. When you feel like you connect with someone so well. Like they are going to always be someone to you. Like they get you like no one else gets you. And then? They are suddenly not someone to you anymore. And you're not someone to them. And you don't get each other AT ALL. And you're all, "I am so confused."
Then, to see them with someone else? It's kind of like the same feeling as seeing your ex with someone else. Even if you were the one to break it off it still hurts, you know? And you're like, "You are still supposed to love me even if I don't love you." Not in the friendship case, in the ex case. With friends it's more like, "It was supposed to be you and me. Like, forever. Bff's. Right?" Not all friendships feel like this when they're over. But some do.
We have moved into totally different lives. I can almost physically see the split in my minds eye. I can look back and picture when it happened. One minute we were "forever friends," and then, we were nothing. We weren't angry. Nothing "happened." It just...happened. It just ended.
I have a new best friend now: my husband. I'm not sad. I'm not upset. I don't hardly ever even think of it. But every once in a while, when I'm turning over memories in my head or flipping through pictures I remember. I don't get depressed, I don't wish it was different. I just remember.
And maybe someday things will change. I know that it can be hard for single people to be friends with married people. I know it can be hard to pick up peices of a friendship that is shattered. But someday things could change. It would be more like starting a new friendship though, and less like picking up where we left off.
And this post isn't a lash-outy post. It's just something I sometimes think about. Like I said, I'm not upset. I don't really feel one way or the other about it. In fact, with all the friends I've had over the years, whether we've grown apart or not, I can't think of a single one that I have anything but fond memories of. Sometimes, even if there was bad stuff between you, that stuff just fades over time. And all you remember is the good stuff. I like that about life.
So, To Friends. Reason, Season and Lifetime friends: you rock.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Miss Moxie paws
My birthday is next week.
I have to go to a meeting on my birthday.
I wont be home till around 8:30 or 9:00 pm. On. my. birthday.
Pfffttttt.
Soooo....
Trey decided to get me my birthday present early. Well, because of the meeting...and the fight we had the night before. Yes, I am spoiled.
So I came home from my "I need to be alone" grocery shopping trip, to lots of love and a card with kittens on the front saying I should get to pick out my own pet. Horray!
We headed out to a pet store near us and looked at a bunch of little kittens in cages...eh...nothing caught my eye. Well, nothing but this beautiful cream-colored cat that *apparently* was not for sale. And also was just walking around the store. I figured it was the owners. So we headed to PetSmart. More kittens, still none caught my eye. I decided we should check the Humane Society. So we took forever finding THAT. Then, after we figured it out on our own with NO HELP FROM THE VERY NON-HELPY people at the Humane Society, we filled out an adoption application and waited for TWO AND A HALF HOURS to look at a puppy and a few kittens. We were having a hard time deciding when a lady came up and this happened:
Lady: Did you fill out an adoption application?
Us: Uh...yes...you are the one who took it from us and put us on the list.
Lady: Oh, ok. Have you been helped?
Us: Ya there was a lady helping us. We're just trying to decide.
Lady: Well our adoptions stop at 4:30...(it's 4:30)(awesome)
Us: Well we *have* been here for THREE AND A HALF HOURS.
Lady: Well we only had two adoption counselors in today.
Us: Ok well I guess well just go somewhere else WHERE PEOPLE ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING DUMB LADY-WHO-DOES-NOT-KNOW-HOW-TO-COMMUNICATE. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IF SOMEONE ACTUALLY TOLD US WE WERE GOING TO HAVE TO WASTE HALF OUR HOLIDAY NOT GETTING A PET. YOU ARE *NOT*-AWESOME.
And that is totally a true story except for that last all CAPS part. Which also should have totally happened because it was true.
So then we went to Moe's because we were starving to death because we hadn't eaten, due to the fact that we didn't know the Humane Society was also known as the Society of People Who Love Pets But Are Disorganized and Actually Pretty Rude (ok it was just the one lady really, everyone else was really nice) and Also Who Take All Day to Not Tell You Can't Have A Pet. So we ate and then I was all, "Let's go back to that first pet store and I'll ask why that cream colored cat isn't for sale and try to convince the girl to sell it to me because I love that cat."
So we went and I was all, "Why isn't this cat for sale?" And she was all, "O she is, someone asked about her earlier and I thought she wasn't and I called the owner and they said to sell her for 39.99." (Which was way cheaper than all the other kittens that we looked at. The smaller the kitten, the higher the price.) And I was all, "We're taking this kitty."
So we did. She is still a kitten but she is a little older than the tiny-tiny ones, which turns out to be good because I wont have to train her.
We then spent the rest of the day buying things for her. She crawled under the bed and wouldn't come out so when we got home from shopping we got her out and shut the bedroom door so she couldn't escape anymore. Didn't take long for her to warm up after that! She is snuggly and sweet. And hyper at night.
I'm going to have to figure out how to make her not scratch stuff and how to help her settle down at night. Also, how to make kitty litter not stink. Yuck.
You know what else? My husband had his Xbox all packed up to sell. That man was going to sell his favorite hobby to get me a kitten and because it gets on my nerves. When he told me that I cried and cried. I have the sweetest, most selfless husband in the world. I have no idea how I landed him because I am totally selfish and bratty. So I told him not to sell it. No way am I taking that away from him. We'll just have to learn how to handle it better.
Anyway, here is my new baby:
I don't know why but she looks bigger in that picture than she is. And here is one of my little sleeping family. She doesn't like it when she is not constantly being touched lol.
I am SO lucky.
I have to go to a meeting on my birthday.
I wont be home till around 8:30 or 9:00 pm. On. my. birthday.
Pfffttttt.
Soooo....
Trey decided to get me my birthday present early. Well, because of the meeting...and the fight we had the night before. Yes, I am spoiled.
So I came home from my "I need to be alone" grocery shopping trip, to lots of love and a card with kittens on the front saying I should get to pick out my own pet. Horray!
We headed out to a pet store near us and looked at a bunch of little kittens in cages...eh...nothing caught my eye. Well, nothing but this beautiful cream-colored cat that *apparently* was not for sale. And also was just walking around the store. I figured it was the owners. So we headed to PetSmart. More kittens, still none caught my eye. I decided we should check the Humane Society. So we took forever finding THAT. Then, after we figured it out on our own with NO HELP FROM THE VERY NON-HELPY people at the Humane Society, we filled out an adoption application and waited for TWO AND A HALF HOURS to look at a puppy and a few kittens. We were having a hard time deciding when a lady came up and this happened:
Lady: Did you fill out an adoption application?
Us: Uh...yes...you are the one who took it from us and put us on the list.
Lady: Oh, ok. Have you been helped?
Us: Ya there was a lady helping us. We're just trying to decide.
Lady: Well our adoptions stop at 4:30...(it's 4:30)(awesome)
Us: Well we *have* been here for THREE AND A HALF HOURS.
Lady: Well we only had two adoption counselors in today.
Us: Ok well I guess well just go somewhere else WHERE PEOPLE ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING DUMB LADY-WHO-DOES-NOT-KNOW-HOW-TO-COMMUNICATE. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IF SOMEONE ACTUALLY TOLD US WE WERE GOING TO HAVE TO WASTE HALF OUR HOLIDAY NOT GETTING A PET. YOU ARE *NOT*-AWESOME.
And that is totally a true story except for that last all CAPS part. Which also should have totally happened because it was true.
So then we went to Moe's because we were starving to death because we hadn't eaten, due to the fact that we didn't know the Humane Society was also known as the Society of People Who Love Pets But Are Disorganized and Actually Pretty Rude (ok it was just the one lady really, everyone else was really nice) and Also Who Take All Day to Not Tell You Can't Have A Pet. So we ate and then I was all, "Let's go back to that first pet store and I'll ask why that cream colored cat isn't for sale and try to convince the girl to sell it to me because I love that cat."
So we went and I was all, "Why isn't this cat for sale?" And she was all, "O she is, someone asked about her earlier and I thought she wasn't and I called the owner and they said to sell her for 39.99." (Which was way cheaper than all the other kittens that we looked at. The smaller the kitten, the higher the price.) And I was all, "We're taking this kitty."
So we did. She is still a kitten but she is a little older than the tiny-tiny ones, which turns out to be good because I wont have to train her.
We then spent the rest of the day buying things for her. She crawled under the bed and wouldn't come out so when we got home from shopping we got her out and shut the bedroom door so she couldn't escape anymore. Didn't take long for her to warm up after that! She is snuggly and sweet. And hyper at night.
I'm going to have to figure out how to make her not scratch stuff and how to help her settle down at night. Also, how to make kitty litter not stink. Yuck.
You know what else? My husband had his Xbox all packed up to sell. That man was going to sell his favorite hobby to get me a kitten and because it gets on my nerves. When he told me that I cried and cried. I have the sweetest, most selfless husband in the world. I have no idea how I landed him because I am totally selfish and bratty. So I told him not to sell it. No way am I taking that away from him. We'll just have to learn how to handle it better.
Anyway, here is my new baby:
I don't know why but she looks bigger in that picture than she is. And here is one of my little sleeping family. She doesn't like it when she is not constantly being touched lol.I am SO lucky.
Friday, September 4, 2009
My new years
Today was the perfect day. I stepped outside to a beautiful sky and air that was just barely warm enough to not wear a jacket.
It was more like September in Colorado than September in Alabama. The whole scene outside brought me forcibly back to my childhood bus-riding days. I knew smells could do that but I didn't know perfect days could. It brought back the old excitement I used to get right before the first day of school. I LOVED the first day of school. I loved picking out my school supplies and backpack. I agonized over my outfit and always layed it out the night before my first day, down to the underwear.
Most people think of new beginnings as being in January or even in the spring. For me it's always been fall. I have set more "New Years resolutions" in the fall than I ever have in January. I don't know if it was the beginning of a new school year, or my birthday or what but fall has always been my "beginning."
Now that I'm not in school anymore it does feel a little different. As this fall approached I kept getting excited, waiting for something new to happen in my life, waiting for a new leaf. Only when school had started for everyone else did I remember that I didn't have anything new to start. Maybe that's why I've been so restless lately. This is the first fall since I was a toddler that I didn't start something new, whether that be school or another year in an internship or college. And it's throwing me off. I feel like I should be moving, or changing jobs, or enrolling in some kind of class or SOMETHING. I guess this year I'll have to start something on my own. Maybe I'll take up dancing or get back into some serious running. Or maybe I'll find a job that I love.
I wish I could capture what it felt like this morning when I walked out to my car. It felt fresh. It felt new. It felt like waiting for the bus on the first day of school.
It was more like September in Colorado than September in Alabama. The whole scene outside brought me forcibly back to my childhood bus-riding days. I knew smells could do that but I didn't know perfect days could. It brought back the old excitement I used to get right before the first day of school. I LOVED the first day of school. I loved picking out my school supplies and backpack. I agonized over my outfit and always layed it out the night before my first day, down to the underwear.
Most people think of new beginnings as being in January or even in the spring. For me it's always been fall. I have set more "New Years resolutions" in the fall than I ever have in January. I don't know if it was the beginning of a new school year, or my birthday or what but fall has always been my "beginning."
Now that I'm not in school anymore it does feel a little different. As this fall approached I kept getting excited, waiting for something new to happen in my life, waiting for a new leaf. Only when school had started for everyone else did I remember that I didn't have anything new to start. Maybe that's why I've been so restless lately. This is the first fall since I was a toddler that I didn't start something new, whether that be school or another year in an internship or college. And it's throwing me off. I feel like I should be moving, or changing jobs, or enrolling in some kind of class or SOMETHING. I guess this year I'll have to start something on my own. Maybe I'll take up dancing or get back into some serious running. Or maybe I'll find a job that I love.
I wish I could capture what it felt like this morning when I walked out to my car. It felt fresh. It felt new. It felt like waiting for the bus on the first day of school.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
When I can't sleep...
This is what happens when I can't sleep all night and I've got writing on the brain. It needs some work (hey I typed it on my iPhone) but eh, here ya go.
He was homeless when I met him. Nothing to his name but memories of the past and some tattered blankets. Sometimes I would take him food. He was shy about eating it in front of me, I could tell. He would only nibble a it while I was there but it was always gone the next time I went to see him.
Everyone knew him. He was like a legend on the streets. An old veteren who had seen his fair share of the tougher side of life. When we would walk the allies and streets where he lived people would wave and call out to him. When we walked in my neighborhood people would usually just ignore him. If they did look it was with expresions of unease or disgust. He didn't like coming to my neighborhood. He had a sense of pride that sometimes gets lost in the desperation of the streets. It wasn't lost to him though, it seemed to be all he had left of whatever his life was like before.
I could tell he had come from money. He had the look of being well cared for at some point. He carried himself in a way that spoke of breeding and if grander days. I never found out how he came from that life to this one.
We used to sit sometimes. He liked to watch the cars. He would drift of to another world while we sat there. I knew he had seen things, had been around. I always wanted to ask him about it but I never did. I wondered if he wished things had turned out differently.
I tried to take him home a couple a times. He always ended up leaving. In a way it felt like he was meant for the streets, ya know? He was a kind of vagabond. After awhile I stopped trying. I stopped feeling the need to rescue him once I realized that he didn't want or need rescuing.
It rained the day he wad buried. I wa the only one there. Who knows where the people from his former life had ended up. It was an unemotional affair. I knew he would have wanted it that way.
I wish I had a picture of him. He taught me so much. I still go and visit him sometimes. It's a simple grave: just a small mound with a big stone at the head. I got in the habit of visitin the pounds after that. I would wander between the cages looking for a face that reminded me of his. None of them did. He was a one of a kind, that dog. He showed me the kind of unconditional love that is unique to animals, and he taught me how to be ok with who I am. I owe a lot to that stray.
He was homeless when I met him. Nothing to his name but memories of the past and some tattered blankets. Sometimes I would take him food. He was shy about eating it in front of me, I could tell. He would only nibble a it while I was there but it was always gone the next time I went to see him.
Everyone knew him. He was like a legend on the streets. An old veteren who had seen his fair share of the tougher side of life. When we would walk the allies and streets where he lived people would wave and call out to him. When we walked in my neighborhood people would usually just ignore him. If they did look it was with expresions of unease or disgust. He didn't like coming to my neighborhood. He had a sense of pride that sometimes gets lost in the desperation of the streets. It wasn't lost to him though, it seemed to be all he had left of whatever his life was like before.
I could tell he had come from money. He had the look of being well cared for at some point. He carried himself in a way that spoke of breeding and if grander days. I never found out how he came from that life to this one.
We used to sit sometimes. He liked to watch the cars. He would drift of to another world while we sat there. I knew he had seen things, had been around. I always wanted to ask him about it but I never did. I wondered if he wished things had turned out differently.
I tried to take him home a couple a times. He always ended up leaving. In a way it felt like he was meant for the streets, ya know? He was a kind of vagabond. After awhile I stopped trying. I stopped feeling the need to rescue him once I realized that he didn't want or need rescuing.
It rained the day he wad buried. I wa the only one there. Who knows where the people from his former life had ended up. It was an unemotional affair. I knew he would have wanted it that way.
I wish I had a picture of him. He taught me so much. I still go and visit him sometimes. It's a simple grave: just a small mound with a big stone at the head. I got in the habit of visitin the pounds after that. I would wander between the cages looking for a face that reminded me of his. None of them did. He was a one of a kind, that dog. He showed me the kind of unconditional love that is unique to animals, and he taught me how to be ok with who I am. I owe a lot to that stray.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Because I can
In leiu of a real post, I would like to offer you this short story:
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. As seems to be a running theme with princesses, this princess was under a curse from an eeeeviiiil witch.
The eeeeviiiil witch was jealous of the princess because the princess was so beautiful as well as so kind. She was loved by everyone in the kingdom and knights and princes came from aaaall over the land to seek her hand. The witch was jealous because she was ugly and despised by everyone because of her wickedness.
Because of her jealousy the witch set out to curse the princess. She cast a spell on her, turning her into a raven. However, because of the goodness of the princess, the spell was altered and instead of being turned into an ugly raven, the princess was turned into a beautiful dove. Still, the kingdom grieved that they had lost their princess.
The father of the princess, the king, sent out a decree saying that if any man could find a cure for his daughter, he could have her hand in marriage. Many came from far and wide bearing cures for the princess. They tried potions and counter spells but nothing worked. Finally, the princess and the king and queen grew soooo weary of trying different remedies that the king announced that they would only continue to take cures until the end of the month, and after that they would stop and resign themselves to the princesses' fate.
One day, near the end of the month, a peddler came into town asking to see the king. He claimed he had the cure that would restore the princess. They had heard this so many times that the king and queen had no hope but they agreed to see the peddler. He was brought before them and, after saying that he had been sent from his master who was a prince from a far off land, he produced a beautiful ruby necklace from the folds of his cloak.
"The princess had only to put on this necklace to be restored," he said, "As long as she wears it she will be human. If she takes it off she will again be turned into a dove, but as long as she puts it back on she will always be restored to her human form."
The king and queen permitted the necklace to be put on the dove. Instantly the little dove was transformed into the beautiful princess. The king and queen were overjoyed! They ordered that the peddler be adorned with fine clothes and they loaded up his horse with gold and jewels. Then they sent him off telling him to return with his master so that he could wed the princess.
Several months passed and the prince never came. The princess became sad because she had fallen in love with the man who had helped her. She grew sadder and sadder the longer she went with no word from the prince or the peddler. One night, while she was up in her room thinking about the prince and wondering if she would ever meet him, she noticed a faint red light. Looking around, she finally realized that the light was coming from the rubies in the necklace. Suddenly she knew, she *just* knew, that the necklace could solve her problem. She took off the necklace and was transformed into the form of a dove. She picked up the necklace from her dresser and started to fly.
She fleeeew and flew until she came to a beautiful palace with shining walls. The princess alighted and put the necklace back on, taking on the likeness of her human self. She walked up to the gate and asked to be admitted to see the prince. She was taken instead to the peddler who had brought the necklace. He took her into a room adorned in rich tapestries and expensive ornaments. There, by the window was a dove mounted on a golden perch. The peddler explained that this was the prince. He had been cursed, like the princess. He had such a good heart that when he heard of the plight of the princess he had sent the necklace, giving up his human form to help her.
When the princess heard this she was overwhelmed with gratitude and wept for the fate of the kind prince. She insisted that something must be done! Finally she thought of a plan. She told the faithful peddler that she would take off the necklace and made him promise that he would break it in half and give half to each of them.
The peddler did what the princess requested and went to put each half of the necklace on the two doves but the magic was gone. Only as a whole necklace would the charm work. He put the necklace back together and placed it on the dove that was the princess. After her told her what was wrong she was very sad. She then decided that if they could not both be human then they would both remain doves forever. The faithful peddler, whose name was Arnold, would keep the necklace safe and would continue to watch over the two doves.
Back in the princesses' kingdom, the king and queen were distraught with worry over what had happened to their daughter. One day as they were looking out the window, they saw the very same peddler coming up to the castle. The ran out to meet them and saw that he had two doves with him. Arnold explained all that had happened to the king and queen and they agreed that their daughter and the prince should remain with them.
The two doves lived very happy, very long lives (for doves) and had a beautiful baby dove. When their child was old enough it was decided that he should get to wear the magical necklace. The child grew up to be a handsome and brave prince and, eventually, he became king. All the people said he was the wisest and kindest king they had ever had and everyone loved him. He had a long reign and insisted that all the portraits painted of him contained two doves.
And everyone lived happily every after.
The End
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. As seems to be a running theme with princesses, this princess was under a curse from an eeeeviiiil witch.
The eeeeviiiil witch was jealous of the princess because the princess was so beautiful as well as so kind. She was loved by everyone in the kingdom and knights and princes came from aaaall over the land to seek her hand. The witch was jealous because she was ugly and despised by everyone because of her wickedness.
Because of her jealousy the witch set out to curse the princess. She cast a spell on her, turning her into a raven. However, because of the goodness of the princess, the spell was altered and instead of being turned into an ugly raven, the princess was turned into a beautiful dove. Still, the kingdom grieved that they had lost their princess.
The father of the princess, the king, sent out a decree saying that if any man could find a cure for his daughter, he could have her hand in marriage. Many came from far and wide bearing cures for the princess. They tried potions and counter spells but nothing worked. Finally, the princess and the king and queen grew soooo weary of trying different remedies that the king announced that they would only continue to take cures until the end of the month, and after that they would stop and resign themselves to the princesses' fate.
One day, near the end of the month, a peddler came into town asking to see the king. He claimed he had the cure that would restore the princess. They had heard this so many times that the king and queen had no hope but they agreed to see the peddler. He was brought before them and, after saying that he had been sent from his master who was a prince from a far off land, he produced a beautiful ruby necklace from the folds of his cloak.
"The princess had only to put on this necklace to be restored," he said, "As long as she wears it she will be human. If she takes it off she will again be turned into a dove, but as long as she puts it back on she will always be restored to her human form."
The king and queen permitted the necklace to be put on the dove. Instantly the little dove was transformed into the beautiful princess. The king and queen were overjoyed! They ordered that the peddler be adorned with fine clothes and they loaded up his horse with gold and jewels. Then they sent him off telling him to return with his master so that he could wed the princess.
Several months passed and the prince never came. The princess became sad because she had fallen in love with the man who had helped her. She grew sadder and sadder the longer she went with no word from the prince or the peddler. One night, while she was up in her room thinking about the prince and wondering if she would ever meet him, she noticed a faint red light. Looking around, she finally realized that the light was coming from the rubies in the necklace. Suddenly she knew, she *just* knew, that the necklace could solve her problem. She took off the necklace and was transformed into the form of a dove. She picked up the necklace from her dresser and started to fly.
She fleeeew and flew until she came to a beautiful palace with shining walls. The princess alighted and put the necklace back on, taking on the likeness of her human self. She walked up to the gate and asked to be admitted to see the prince. She was taken instead to the peddler who had brought the necklace. He took her into a room adorned in rich tapestries and expensive ornaments. There, by the window was a dove mounted on a golden perch. The peddler explained that this was the prince. He had been cursed, like the princess. He had such a good heart that when he heard of the plight of the princess he had sent the necklace, giving up his human form to help her.
When the princess heard this she was overwhelmed with gratitude and wept for the fate of the kind prince. She insisted that something must be done! Finally she thought of a plan. She told the faithful peddler that she would take off the necklace and made him promise that he would break it in half and give half to each of them.
The peddler did what the princess requested and went to put each half of the necklace on the two doves but the magic was gone. Only as a whole necklace would the charm work. He put the necklace back together and placed it on the dove that was the princess. After her told her what was wrong she was very sad. She then decided that if they could not both be human then they would both remain doves forever. The faithful peddler, whose name was Arnold, would keep the necklace safe and would continue to watch over the two doves.
Back in the princesses' kingdom, the king and queen were distraught with worry over what had happened to their daughter. One day as they were looking out the window, they saw the very same peddler coming up to the castle. The ran out to meet them and saw that he had two doves with him. Arnold explained all that had happened to the king and queen and they agreed that their daughter and the prince should remain with them.
The two doves lived very happy, very long lives (for doves) and had a beautiful baby dove. When their child was old enough it was decided that he should get to wear the magical necklace. The child grew up to be a handsome and brave prince and, eventually, he became king. All the people said he was the wisest and kindest king they had ever had and everyone loved him. He had a long reign and insisted that all the portraits painted of him contained two doves.
And everyone lived happily every after.
The End
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Guess what time it is?
It's September, and you know what that means: fall TV!!! Everyone is looking forward to that as much as I am, right? RIGHT?!
Ok ok I know that since I live in the South, everyone is actually looking forward to FOOTBALL. But I don't like football (GASP!! (don't tell my husband)). I like fall TV.
So in honor of those shows that I will be watching that are not football, I thought I would share some of my favorites:
Ugly Betty: I don't actually know why but I love this show. I think watching an average girl do awesome things makes me feel awesome too. Ususally all the TV girls are all beautified and have somehow have perfect lives, even if their lives are imperfect. (I know, I don't get it either.) Also, I want to be a writer and I can pretend I can make it if Betty can make it. If Betty can do it I can too right? RIGHT?!
Heroes: This show appeals to my sense of wanting to be special. O don't judge me, who doesn't want to be special? You totally do too. I can pretend that I have a superpower and am all important and sneaky-aroundy-super-like. Plus you don't get much better than Peter and his all around super-take-everyones-power-ness. And also, Sylar is cool too. I can enjoy his creepy from my TV where he can't get me and cut my head off. Although...I guess he wouldn't cut my head off anyway since I don't seem to have any hidden super powers...And about Peter: when IS he going to regain full use of those powers? Wait...now I can't remember if he already did...o crap. Maybe my superpower is forgetting everything. It's powerful.
Grey's Anatomy: Grey's Anatomy lets me have drama in my life without the after effects. Like, I can watch them be all dramatic and I can still get that stressed-out-slightly-excited feeling that drama in real life gives you, but without actually having drama in my life. It also makes me want to be a doctor. But then I remember that I hate needles and school and long hours so nix that.
Fringe: So Trey actually got me into this. I had never watched it before but once I watched one episode I think I watched the rest in like a week. Fringe puts me in that place where I can believe it almost maybe could be real. It's one of those shows where you're like "Well...thats so weird but they make it look so possible that maybe it could really happen and if it does I hope I'm somehow involved and also making a lot of money." Like, they make the supernatural look so accesible because they put it in mundane settings.
House: I just love the sarcasm in House. I also like the Dr. thing like with Grey's but I think I like the sarcasm more. I think that House's character makes the show. I try not to be sarcastic with people or make fun of people because it was brought to my attention that this can be hurtful but I still like it. So I can live vicariously through House.
Castle: I don't actually know if this comes on in the fall but it seems like one of those shows that would. Castle is another one of those shows where Castle's character makes the show. Funny stuff.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Wait...that show ended like 5 years ago...oops nevermind.
I think that's about it. As you can see, I replace my life with the exciting lives of TV characters and having friends with TV shows. I think that is the definition of sad. I will look it up later because I am too lazy right now. I would like to take this opportunity to say RIP to Pushing Daisies which was an amazing show and poo on the people who cancelled it. I might give them a pass if they make a movie out of it (hello, we had some loose ends that need tying up people!) but only a partial pass. Possibly.
That's all. If you need me this fall I will be in front of the TV so that's why I'm not answering your calls. Or, wouldn't be if anyone ever called me.
Ok ok I know that since I live in the South, everyone is actually looking forward to FOOTBALL. But I don't like football (GASP!! (don't tell my husband)). I like fall TV.
So in honor of those shows that I will be watching that are not football, I thought I would share some of my favorites:
Ugly Betty: I don't actually know why but I love this show. I think watching an average girl do awesome things makes me feel awesome too. Ususally all the TV girls are all beautified and have somehow have perfect lives, even if their lives are imperfect. (I know, I don't get it either.) Also, I want to be a writer and I can pretend I can make it if Betty can make it. If Betty can do it I can too right? RIGHT?!
Heroes: This show appeals to my sense of wanting to be special. O don't judge me, who doesn't want to be special? You totally do too. I can pretend that I have a superpower and am all important and sneaky-aroundy-super-like. Plus you don't get much better than Peter and his all around super-take-everyones-power-ness. And also, Sylar is cool too. I can enjoy his creepy from my TV where he can't get me and cut my head off. Although...I guess he wouldn't cut my head off anyway since I don't seem to have any hidden super powers...And about Peter: when IS he going to regain full use of those powers? Wait...now I can't remember if he already did...o crap. Maybe my superpower is forgetting everything. It's powerful.
Grey's Anatomy: Grey's Anatomy lets me have drama in my life without the after effects. Like, I can watch them be all dramatic and I can still get that stressed-out-slightly-excited feeling that drama in real life gives you, but without actually having drama in my life. It also makes me want to be a doctor. But then I remember that I hate needles and school and long hours so nix that.
Fringe: So Trey actually got me into this. I had never watched it before but once I watched one episode I think I watched the rest in like a week. Fringe puts me in that place where I can believe it almost maybe could be real. It's one of those shows where you're like "Well...thats so weird but they make it look so possible that maybe it could really happen and if it does I hope I'm somehow involved and also making a lot of money." Like, they make the supernatural look so accesible because they put it in mundane settings.
House: I just love the sarcasm in House. I also like the Dr. thing like with Grey's but I think I like the sarcasm more. I think that House's character makes the show. I try not to be sarcastic with people or make fun of people because it was brought to my attention that this can be hurtful but I still like it. So I can live vicariously through House.
Castle: I don't actually know if this comes on in the fall but it seems like one of those shows that would. Castle is another one of those shows where Castle's character makes the show. Funny stuff.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Wait...that show ended like 5 years ago...oops nevermind.
I think that's about it. As you can see, I replace my life with the exciting lives of TV characters and having friends with TV shows. I think that is the definition of sad. I will look it up later because I am too lazy right now. I would like to take this opportunity to say RIP to Pushing Daisies which was an amazing show and poo on the people who cancelled it. I might give them a pass if they make a movie out of it (hello, we had some loose ends that need tying up people!) but only a partial pass. Possibly.
That's all. If you need me this fall I will be in front of the TV so that's why I'm not answering your calls. Or, wouldn't be if anyone ever called me.
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