A Major Disappointment...

So guess what? Apparently I'm a major disappointment to my mother.

I'm not even joking. She actually called me a major disappointment. Apparently I'm lazy and don't do jack shit. Apparently I don't even try. Which now makes me a major disappointment. She's mad that I don't seem to have an opinion on us maybe having to move. Of course, I don't have an opinion on it. I don't want to move, but what the hell else am I gonna do? I have no choice, because I have no job. Oh, that's another point of contempt for her. I don't have a job. This apparently means that I'm lazy because I'm not even trying. That's not true. I am trying. Truth is, I've stopped trying because I've filled out thousands of applications in the last year and only got one fricken interview. That's it. One out of a thousand. And she wonders why I've stopped trying.

She came home from grocery shopping today and I got up to help her. I wasn't dressed yet, but we had this system that she would bring the groceries to the door and I'd bring the bags inside. This was so that she didn't trudge snow all inside the house and it made it so that I didn't have to go outside in my pajamas. So she comes home, and I got up to help her. She told me to sit back down and watch tv, then proceeded to tell me how lazy I am. She then went into how she and everyone else in my family apparently thinks something's mentally wrong with me because I don't want to do anything. She kept going on and on about how badly I've disappointed her. So I came down here to my room, where I will remain until lunchtime. If she wants to see lazy, I'll show her lazy. Her "biggest disappointment" will deliver, I can promise that. I'm sorry she hates her life, but that doesn't give her ANY right AT ALL to treat me like shit. I'll give her a reason, if she wants one, but the fact that she hates herself right now is no reason in my opinion.

So there you have it, the drama that is my mother. She's officially hurt her oldest daughter, and I think I may have hurt her, but right now I simply don't care. I'll apologize later, but for now, I'm not speaking to her. She thinks she can hold grudges for a long time? Just wait till she sees how long I can hold a grudge.

Christmastime is here again...

First off, I hafta say that my computer is being increasingly annoying today.

Anyway, Christmas.

It's my favorite holiday of the year. I love the songs, the lights, the presents...everything! We have all of our indoor decorations set up (unfortunately Momma wasn't feeling up to putting up the outside lights so our house is dark this Christmas), and there are presents under the tree. Today, Momma and I baked all day, so we have five different kinds of cookies ready to eat: chocolate chip cookies, candy cane cookies, fudge, oreo truffles, and refridgerator cookies. Yum nummy! It was alot of hard work, especially the candy cane cookies because the dough got all sticky and hard to roll. But now we have Christmas treats! Unfortunately this means that now I have to clean all day tomorrow. Momma's friend Wanda is coming over for Christmas this weekend (which is weird cause she usually comes after Christmas), so we have to make the house all nice for her. And I have a choir concert to attend on Saturday and Sunday night. I'm not exactly sure how good it's gonna turn out because I feel a sore throat coming on. I guess it's a good thing I didn't get a solo, huh? I'm just happy to be performing in front of a crowd again, even if it is among a large group of people (most of whom are twice my age and have three or four grandchildren...yeah, it's THAT kind of choir). Then just five more days till Christmas!

Oh! And 10 more days till 9 comes out on DVD! I'm excited for that!

WTF Youtube?

I will never understand youtube. Just the other day, I watched both Charlie's Angels movies using youtube. Today I go online and can't find either Charlie's Angels movie anymore. I mean, we're litterally talking about a timespan of two days; the video itself had been up for two years. Did youtube honestly miss both movies for two years, just now find them, and decide to take them down? Or were the videos just too awsome, and youtube is full of douche bags who like to take down popular videos?

Then just this morning, I went on, and it said I had one new comment. I clicked there, read the comment, then went back to the home page (I'm a packrat and keep everything, even useless youtube comments). The youtube homepage said I still had a comment! I went back, opened and closed the comment again, and went back to the home page again. This time it was gone. But that's not the point. The point is that I shouldn't have to go to my comments page twice to get rid of one useless comment saying something about how this guy agrees with me that some minigame on Mario Party 8 is based on luck, but luck is sometimes all you need or some crap like that. I suppose it's my own fault, really. I should just delete those useless comments....

Then there's the "recommended for you" section. What that does is search the database for videos I've watched before and finds videos related to them. It then recommends those videos to me. Usually I don't mind this (I found both StormDainProductions and sXePhil in this section, and I LOVE those guys!), but lately it's been giving me things that are not related to my interests AT ALL. For example, I have never once, in my entire time on youtube, looked up and watched a Micheal Jackson video (and now come the comments of hatred, but really, I like the songs I just don't watch the videos). Suddenly three out of the six recommended videos have Micheal Jackson's face on them. Tribute to MJ, Best MJ song....that kind of thing. Um, what? Not ONCE, people!

So I guess that brings me to the point of this blog post: WTF is youtube doing? They make no actual sense to any of us, as far as I know. And I guess I have a second question for this blog post: Why do we use youtube if we hate it so much? I guess the world will never know....

One Of Those Days

It has definately been one of those days. The kind where nothing seems to go right. Even now I'm beating the shit out of my keyboard to get it to type out what I want it to say, so that instead of me typing something like "mtoccle" I can actually get it to say "motorcycle." Heaven forbid someone actually make something that works properly. No, then the world may implode upon itself because someone was HAPPY! No, we can't have that, now can we?

It actually all started this morning when Tinkerbelle and Momma got into this huge fight. See, Tinkerbelle has this idea in her head that just because she has a job, she doesn't have to do anything here at home. So when Momma asked her to go downstairs and turn on the furnace, Tink mentioned that she had a job that she had to get to IN THREE HOURS and she needed time to get ready. This resulted in Momma practically exploding in anger, as this has been going on for the last couple of weeks. Just when the argument seemed to be over, Tink asked when Poppa was going to put the stuff back into the closet that he had taken out. Yes, because Tink is tired when she comes home from work and Poppa isn't. That was sarcasm, by the way.

Then I go to the bank to deposit my check. See, the fact that I got fired from being a bell ringer outside JC Penny doesn't help matters much. I only got one pay check because apparently they were on a "one-strike-and-you're-out" policy, which they conviently told me nothing about. So I recieved my first (and last) check from them in the mail. While driving there, I discovered just how STUPID people are in this town when it comes to the concept of turning. First of all, turn signals are there for a reason. USE THE DAMN THINGS! Second of all, when making a turn it doesn't require you slowing down to the point that you will be going in reverse if you went any damn ass slower! Third of all, you are not a fricken semi truck, so don't make such wide-ass right hand turns! God, I hate driving in this city!

I get home, and decide that I'm going to listen to a cd. Of course, my cd player decides to be a douche and not play anything properly. OK, so I'll watch tv. *buzzer* WRONG! Nothing's on! OK, I'll go online and role play. Oop, well as it turns out, you're in trouble with the admins because you've inadvertantly acted on information given to you OOC so you've been muted for three days. Another role play site? Oh, well everyone there will ignore you and tell you they'll "post later." Oh, fine then I'll draw out the characters for my story. Oh, guess what? Suddenly your hand doesn't work and everything you draw comes out like CRAPPY CRAP! Oh, you wanna type in your blog? Well that requires an internet connection, which your computer will now randomly lose so that you can't go online without calling in the FREAKING CALVALRY TO CONNECT THE DAMN INTERNET! So, now you're online? Oh, well then your computer will run so damn slow that it won't be able to keep up with your 32 wpm typing speed. Oh, it's finally begun to catch up? Well now that means you just won't be able to type AT ALL!!! Oh, you can type? Well, then we'll just kick you offline again.....

It's a neverending circle that needs to end, then jump out a 100-story window and drown to death. Oh, yes I'm in such a good mood, can ya tell?

This is the way my day has been. Now that you know the trainwreck that is me, I'm going to TRY to get some damn sleep before I hafta have another crazy ass Thanksgiving at my aunt's and uncles tomorrow. The only bright side to the day tomorrow? My boyfriend was invited to dinner, so I'll have someone who's semi-sane to talk to.

Crappy Computers

Lately my computer has been running something ALL THE TIME. This usually results in it running incredibly loudly (which screws up my microphone when I'm talking to my friends on skype), and slowing videos way way down while I'm watching them. Usually slowing videos down wouldn't bother me...much, but then the speakers make this awful noise trying to run the video and whatever else my computer is trying to run with it. Then I go to pause it to allow the computer time to do whatever it's doing, and IT WON'T PAUSE! It just continues playing slowly (or, more accurately put, jumping erratically between frames) and playing that awful noise in place of the audio. I just don't know what to do....

Hopefully this new job will get me the money I need to buy my tablet, then I can pawn this current P.O.S. off on Mickey. She already said she wanted it!

Family is annoying.

OK, so apparently my boyfriend's been texting me for the last hour or so and I never recieved one of them. Suddenly, Mickey comes barrelling downstairs, yelling at me to answer my phone and that Danny has been calling all afternoon. Since I am already not in a pleasant mood, this didn't exactly help and I nearly ripped her a new one. I proceeded to try to prove to her that I didn't recieve any of the texts or calls, and she promptly told Momma, who then proceeded to repeat that Danny has been calling all afternoon and asked why I was ignoring him. I was not ignoring him, I just didn't recieve any of the texts!!

Then Poppa got home and immediately began disecting my phone (figuratively of course) to discover if I was hiding one of the texts from everyone and began asking me if I was ignoring Danny. Holy crap on a cracker, people, how many times do I hafta repeat myself???

So then, Tinkerbelle just came down. She promptly pounds -- not knocks, but effing pounds -- on my door, scaring the crap out of me, and begins screaming at me asking why I was ignoring Danny. To repeat a silly saying: HOLY EFFING CRAP ON A CRACKER!!!!!

When you live with four other people, this kind of thing is bound to happen, but this is just REDICULOUS!!

Depression...again

I think I may be chronically depressed. Once in a while, I'll get to a state where nothing matters, I feel unloved, and I feel like crying. Right now, I feel that way. I feel like my friends are ignoring me, like my parents don't support my dreams and are trying to shoot them down, like nothing I do matters, like I'm going to be stuck working a crappy job I hate for the rest of my life, and like I have no hope. It really sux. I'm not contemplating suicide or anything, I just feel like I don't want to do anything and want to just sit in bed and cry.

I would go to the doctor and make sure I'm not chronically depressed. And if I am, maybe I should get medication for it, but that requires money, which I don't have. Well, I did get a job, but that don't mean I have money to see the doctor. On top of all that, I have bed bugs, which means I'm waking up every morning with new bites in unusual places. How does one get rid of bed bugs? I have no idea.

*yawn*

With depression comes the irrational need to sleep ALL THE TIME. I really hope I'm better next week before I start my job. If not...well, let's just say it'll make a boring job that much more painful. It sux majorly, but that's the way my life is.

Well...I guess I'm going to bed. Night.

Just a Lovely Day (sarcasm: NOTED)

This morning started out...meh. As I was coming up the stairs to eat breakfast, Tinkerbelle was heading back downstairs to take a shower. She had just turned off the tv. So I get upstairs, turn on the tv, and get nothing but sound. The tv was on but there was no picture and our cable box kept flashing "dUI." I went upstairs to get Momma and tell her something was wrong with the box, and she wound up calling my uncle, who works for Comcast, to ask him what was wrong. His answer? The box was dead. Simply...dead. Which wouldn't be such a big deal (OK, so I would still be annoyed) if Tinkerbelle hadn't been watching tv not six minutes before that.

So we ate lunch upstairs in the new office, because that was the only room with a tv large enough for us to see. And we have to go out later this afternoon to get a new box. Woo...hoo...

Plus, Tink and Mickey were sick the last two weeks (Mickey stayed home from school for the last two days because of it), and now I've caught whatever they have. It came on really quick too. Pretty much right after lunch I started getting the chills and I am having the hardest time staying awake. A cough, headache, achy joints, and sore throat also come with this, just so people know.

And now, while watching the Ellen show, they've interrupted to do a memorial to the fallen soldiers. Why it's suddenly such a big deal when people have been dying in that God forsaken country for the last couple of years, and they've never once stopped a show midway through to hold a memorial for them, I will never know. Don't get me wrong, I feel for the families and I have the highest respect for the soldiers (for the most part). But where was this big deal for the other fallen soldiers all these years?

Now I'm stuck watching Hannah Montana, trying not to fall asleep, and taking crap from Momma about how I'm just being a big baby (but when Mickey gets sick it's all, "Oh, no! Poor Mickey is sick! Everyone cater to her!").

Lovely Wednesday. Just lovely.

Youtube Maitenance

OK, so for the last couple of months, there have been some complaints against youtube, and for good reason. Since the site has been bought by google, it's gone WAY overboard with things like censorship, copyright "laws", and many other things. A girl who I am good friends with online had made several AMV's using clips from the movie 9. Now, according to youtube, all you have to do to post copyrighted material is say that none of it belongs to you, that you're giving credit to the owners of the material, that the video is fanmade, and that it will be taken down upon request. This girl just started her 7th youtube account because they, without any kind or warning or supposed "requests to remove the videos," closed her first six accounts because she violated the youtube rules. Even though she FOLLOWED all of the rules given her, and made sure that anyone involved in the making of her videos did as well.

They repeatedly keep taking down videos I make because of copyright problems with my videos. No "requests," no "warnings."

And yet, people can post entire movies online with no problem whatsoever.

On top of all that, most websites post something on their main homepage when they're down for maitenence. Not youtube. Oh, no, their front page is perfectly up and running, but if you try to watch any videos, you get a bar on the top saying they are "down for maitenence." Along with that, it takes for-fricken-ever to even get to that page telling you that the site is down. Just under three minutes for me. Which, of course, causes me to get mad at my computer and throw a little hissy fit that involves cussing out everyone and everything in sight.

Youtube, you need to get your shit together, and run the site how it used to be run. Your "changes" are crap. Thank you, and have a nice day!

9!!

It's finally here! The day I've been waiting for for two months! 9 premiers tomorrow!

Yes, I am talking about a movie. A movie directed by the incredible Shane Acker and produced by the one and only Tim Burton. I discovered this movie a couple months ago when my boyfriend took me out to see Transformers 2 and we saw the trailer for 9 there. I became curious, and began doing my research. I have become obsessed with a movie before I've seen it. Which NEVER happens!

9 is based on a short film made by Shane Acker when he was in UCLA studying for a degree in Architecture. It's 11 minutes of pure and raw entertainment. You can watch the original short http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IQcMeNh7Hc <-- HERE. It's really good! The short has been expanded into an eighty minute long movie, in which new characters and monsters are introduced, and the backstory is included. The movie's coming out tomorrow and I am so seeing it! This movie stars: Christopher Plummer as 1. Martin Landau as 2. John C. Reilly as 5. Crispin Glover as 6 (6 is in my blog title, btw). Jennifer Connelly as 7. Fred Tatasciore as 8. Elijah Wood as 9. The twins, 3 and 4, don't speak. Anyone who is interested in learning more about this movie can visit these sites: http://9experiment.com/ - the Scientist's Laboratory, where you can learn the backstory of the movie and characters.
http://www.shaneacker.com/ - Shane Acker's website.
http://www.filminfocus.com/focusfeatures/film/9/ - the movie's official site.
http://movie9.proboards.com/index.cgi - a fan forum for the movie of which I am a member.
http://thexsource.proboards.com/index.cgi - a roleplay forum for the movie, of which I am a member.

The Scientist also has a facebook, so go check that out as well (It's pretty much the same info found on the Scientist's Laboratory without all the prettiness...)!

TOMORROW!! OH, I CAN'T WAIT!!!!

Avon

Now, tell me, why is it taking so long to get customers? I've posted my website on almost every site I'm a part of, and I've passed out flyers. Still, the only people who have bought from me are Momma, Tinkerbelle, and my friend Ed. On top of all that, Tinkerbelle's check for her last purchase bounced, and I now have to pay Chase Bank for her mistake. Which means I now don't have alot of money left to pay Avon...and I wanted to see a movie on Wednesday. Shit.

So, my question is this: Why am I having such a hard time with it? Everyone else seems to sell so freaking easily, but I haven't received a single customer outside of family or good friends. WTF?

I'll try posting again. Here's my site: http://www.youravon.com/vpark

Please visit and purchase some Avon!

OH MY GOD!!!

I really hate it when Tinkerbelle is home, I've discovered. The girl is like a puppy on prozac. She is so obnoxious!

We've been moving things around the house recently. Tinkerbelle moved into the basement family room and Mickey moved into Tink's old room. Mickey's old room will become our new entertainment room, where we'll keep Poppa's desk, the TV and the game systems. Yesterday Momma and Poppa got the entertainment room painted and my uncle and cousin came over to help move the big furniture in. Today, we started putting things up on shelves and stuff.

Suddenly, Tinkerbelle is full of energy! She wants to get EVERYTHING done today, including hanging curtains, putting up pictures, hooking up every game system, cleaning out the closet, and lots more. Momma cleaned out the closet, and Tinkerbelle automatically took credit for it. I hung up all the pictures, and Tinkerbelle took credit for it. She's asked me to help her with several things in the room, which usually means I wind up doing it. But when I was trying to move the large and very bluky box holding our board games and asked for help, she stood at the top of the stairs and LAUGHED. She laughed when I almost fell down the stairs because I couldn't get the box up high enough and it kept bumping off of the stairs and knocking me over. She went to help me when I was already halfway up the stairs, then said that it was my fault that she couldn't help because I told her I didn't need it. What I had said was, "I don't need your help now. I'm halfway up. I can finish it myself." When I had asked for her help earlier she said she was busy. Busy doing what exactly? Admiring "her" handywork?

When I brought the drumset for Rockband upstairs, she was in my way. I asked, no wait, told her to move, and she turned around and said, "Well, somebody's in a pissy mood." Of course I'm in a pissy mood! You haven't done a damn thing since we started this project! You arranged your room, but had everyone else paint it and move all your crap downstairs for you! You sat around and supervised the arranging of the office. You told me where to hang pictures and handed me nails. Other than that, I'VE DONE ALL THE DAMN WORK!

It's becoming a problem for me. She's done this kind of thing my entire life. I guess I'm finally reaching my breaking point and fighting back, which is causing tention between us because she doesn't think anyone should question her "authority." The fact of the matter is, she runs this house, and I think it's time we showed her that we're not taking her crap any more. Well, I'm going to anyway. I'm getting fed up with her attitude, and she's gonna have to stop with the crap, or there's going to be a major problem between us.

I feel alot better now actually. Ranting helps emmensly.

A Long Week

I don't think I've ever been through a longer week than this last week. It was just so...slow and neverending! It was the kind of week where, when you go back to describe something you did on a Wednesday, you suddenly remember that you had done that Tuesday and you, "seriously? I just did that yesterday??"

I don't know what it is...I don't have anything to do, and that must be the cause of my frustration. Maybe it's because I can't wait for a movie that's coming out in September (seriously, I am OBSSESSED with this movie) called 9, and the excitement is making the weeks before the movie's release seem longer. Just like the last few days before Christmas, you know? When the days seem like weeks and the weeks seem like months.

Maybe it's because my frustration has gone up since joining a forum devoted to the movie, where all of the members are having angst problems that border on pathetic. My frustration is adding to my already high stress level, and making the days go by slowly.

Maybe it's because I haven't been able to get a good night's sleep since July, and my mind feels like it's going to explode because no sleep gives you more time to think about stressful things.

I honestly don't know what it is. All I know is that this last week was L-O-N-G, long! Someone save me from the bordom and the stress, please!!

School and Paint

*le gasp* School began yesterday for Mickey. We permitted her into a district 20 school, because Tinkerbelle and I went to District 11 and hated it. Plus, we all did a great job of getting the teachers at that school to hate us.

So Mickey had her first day of school yesterday. Only the freshmen came to class that day, along with a few senior class volunteers, so they could get used to the school, their classes, and their teachers without the hassles of the bigger kids there. Today was her official first day, where everyone attended, and she seemed to enjoy it, so that's good.

So, Momma and I spent all day painting Tinkerbelle's old room. Tinkerbelle moved into the basement (right outside my room), because she's started paying rent and it wasn't fair for her to live in such a small room. Mickey's taking her old room, and we're converting Mickey's old room into an office/game room. It's been a hectic few weeks getting everything moved down into the basement from Tinkerbelle's room, which now looks rather good. I will never know how Tinkerbelle shoved all of that stuff into her old room. It barely fits in the old family room!

Anyway, Momma and I spent all day painting the old room, which Tinkerbelle had painted BARNEY PURPLE shortly after we moved into this house. It was a dark color that never looked good, but she liked it, so that was ok...I guess. Of course, whenever her door was open, the entire hallway outside the room reflected the inside, turning the hallway red. So how do you paint over a dark color in Caribbean Sunshine yellow (the color of the room now)? Well, only one paint will do it, and that's the new paint from Behr, the one with the primer already mixed inside it. Let me tell you, that is good paint. Really good paint, because we thought we'd have to paint like three or four coats on just to cover up the ugly purple underneath, but it only took two, just like with regular paint on a white wall. I gotta say, I was impressed!

Now my arms hurt, though, because the ceiling in the room was alot taller than the ceilings in Tinkerbelle's new room (which I also helped to paint), so I had to go "extendo-arm" to reach the top, or drag a chair around the room behind me. I almost knocked myself out with the fan, which was running cause we were hot in that room, but other than that, it's been a good day.

Just to give you an idea of how much work we did, and how good that paint is: we went from this color to this color in one day with two coats of paint.

Behr Premium Paint: a must buy!!

Bad Behavior, IMO

So we went to a birthday party today for my aunt's brother. My aunt isn't actually blood related to me; she married my mom's brother. Anyway, we went to this birthday party which turned out to be really fun because it was a chance to see his wife's sister's new house (wow this is getting confusing, lol), and see all of them again.

Now, it goes without saying that since it was her brother's birthday, my aunt was going to come. She came with my uncle, cousin, and her father. Now, my aunt's mother died a few months ago, but my aunt seems to have some kind of disorder where if she's not "helping" someone she's not happy, so she's officially moved her "caring" nature onto her father. Her father is one of the sweetest men I've ever met in my life, and he's just so much fun to hang around...once you get him talking. But the problem is that my aunt seems to think he's incompetent and senile, so she's always treating him like a stupid old man who can't do anything for himself. He walks with a cane because she tells him that he needs it, but when he stays with his son, it's said he ditches the cane within a few hours and walks all over the house with no problem.

Well, we were all at this party, and one guy was barbequing. My aunt's dad said he wasn't hungry and didn't want to eat, and my aunt told hime that he had to eat something. This wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't said it like: "NO, DAD, YOU'RE EATING SOMETHING! YOU CAN'T JUST LIVE ON SCRAMBLED EGGS ALL DAY!"

I desperately wanted to say something, but I knew it would just cause an arguement between the family members and I didn't want that, so I just smiled at him and shrugged my shoulders like, "sorry, Dale."

Now, my other cousin, and my aunt's other son, is getting married in a few weeks. We got the invitation last week in the mail. So today we thought it would be a good idea to ask, since my aunt is practically paying for the wedding (which is a bad idea since she's such a cheapskate), to ask if we could bring dates. Tinkerbelle asked her, and instead of a nice explaination about how it would cost more and they would appreciate it if we didn't bring anyone else, my aunt said, "DOES THE INVITATION SAY 'GUEST' ON IT? NO! IT'S ONLY FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY! THE PLATES COST $35 A PERSON, AND YOU'RE NOT BRINGING A GUEST!"

Which leads me to say this: What the hell? Ask a question nicely, and you expect a nice answer. You don't expect someone to rip your throat out and stomp on it just because you asked an honest question! And what's with the way she treats her father? That old man just sits there and does nothing because she's convinced him that he can't do anything. It's infuriating to me! At this point, he's happy just to have someone sit with him. They just leave him in a room, with a tv that's turned off, and completely ignore him!

I shouldn't be getting involved because they're not even related to me through blood, and it's not my life...but it really makes me angry.

And the way my aunt treats us, especially Tinkerbelle....that's just not right....

I got a job!

I saw a commercial on tv that got me questioning why I wouldn't be able to do what those ladies were doing. So I went online and signed up, and met with a woman last week. Now I have a job...selling AVON! It's pretty exciting and I just made a sale (to Tinkerbelle, but it's money, right?). I've set up my website and posted it on all the networking sites I'm part of. I even ordered makeup for myself. Oh, come on, $10 for an entire eye makeup kit! How was I going to pass that up?

Here's my new website: http://www.youravon.com/vpark Remember to come to me if anyone wants to get some quality makeup for a GREAT price! And we don't just sell makeup. We sell skin care products, hair care products, nail polish, clothing, and anything else you can think of.

Looking forward to getting new customers, so feel free to check it out!

So now that Tinkerbelle's got a job, she's started paying rent. It will help us keep our house, so that's good.

I am unable to find a job. I can't even aquire an interview! I've gone out and applied at every store in the malls, applied for jobs at my school, gone to fast food restaurants, and I even applied at a convienence store once while going in for gas. I believe I've coated this entire city at least twice, and some stores even more. Not a single interview or job offer. I tried to join this place online that allows you to get paid for taking surveys, and they told me that I didn't meet their qualifications. I am REALLY starting to hate that excuse!

So I don't have a job or a way to pay rent. I am trying as hard as I can, but nothing. And suddenly Tinkerbelle gets the bright idea that if she's paying rent she needs a better room. Which means, taking mine! I understand that it isn't fair for her, as Momma said, to be paying rent and live in a small room, but it isn't fair for me either, because I physically CANNOT GET A JOB and now I may have to move out of the room I've had for almost 9 years because the hiring managers in this city suck ass!

I haven't been able to talk to my parents about the way I'm feeling about the situation because every time I try, Tinkerbelle walks into the room, and she always tries to out-scream me to get her way, so I can't get a word in edgewise. God may close doors (my last job) and open windows, but, as Poppa said earlier today, He must have opened my window on the fourth floor and given me NO way to access it!

4th of July

I was on youtube for the majority of two hours until my computer decided to be a complete peice of crap and stop that site from working. I've restarted it, I've shut it down and started it back up, I've let it run its scans and downloads but youtube still won't work so I decided to come here and blog since I haven't been on in a while.

Anyway, we went camping this weekend with my aunt, uncle, and cousin (honestly I don't understand what "the fifth wheel only sleeps seven people" they didn't get!). The campground we went to was called Jellystone--yes, just like Yogi Bear--and upon trying to get reservations, Poppa discovered that they only allowed reservations for three nights instead of two.

**Random moment time: My fingers aren't listening to my brain and I can't type!!!!

Back to the subject at hand: So Poppa, Momma, Mickey and I all went up there last Thursday to find our campsite and set up. Poppa and Momma went back home because Poppa had to work on Friday, and Mickey and I stayed at the fifth wheel by ourselves. I have to say that I have never had a WORSE night's sleep in my entire life! Every fifteen minutes I was waking up for some reason. I wound up falling asleep on the couch watching RV on dvd at about 4 o'clock in the morning. Mickey woke me up when she got up for breakfast at seven. Yeah, not a fun night.

So we hung out around the campground. We played some tetherball and would have played mini golf if the damn campground didn't charge money for it. Honestly, they've already got our money, do they really need MORE!? We watched a few movies, had lunch and then I took a nap. After my nap we decided we were going to go to the pool.

Now I should mention that I had had a bad feeling all day about something I couldn't quite put my finger on. This was it.

The pool was nine feet deep, which is no big deal since I learned to swim in my high school swim class. Mickey followed me out to the deep end of the pool and I taught her to tread water. While we were in the water, close to the wall, Mickey panicked. Instead of grabbing the wall for support, she decided that I was a much better substitute and put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me underwater and only allowing herself to sink more. Let me tell you, I have never been so completely TERRIFIED in my entire life! Luckily the guy cleaning the pool pulled us out with one of the tools he used to clean the pool. I was extremely grateful, but after we got back to the trailer I couldn't help but think "what if he hadn't been there?"

(DINNER BREAK! lol)

Momma and Poppa arrived later that night with my aunt, uncle, and Kohl. I didn't have much of an apatite (?) after my little pool experience, but no one seemed to notice, and I was too embarassed about it to mention it to them. Plus, I slept better that night. You wouldn't believe how tired you get after two hours of sleep and a near death experience.

Anyway, the next day we did what Mickey and I did the day before. Playing games and such. My aunt seemed pretty down, though, but we didn't let it bother us. Tinkerbelle had to work all day that day and she and my cousin, who also had to work, came up together later in the afternoon. Then we drove to the community college outside canon city and watched the fireworks show from the parking lot, all the while listening to my aunt and cousin tell us how much more spectacular the show was several years ago when they were in St. Louis, MO. Yeah, like we care.

On Sunday, we got up early and had our second big breakfast of the weekend (normally we only have one while camping) and continued on with our fun and games. My extended family left early, and Tinkerbelle, Mickey and I went down to the pool again while Momma and Poppa packed the majority of the trailer. We came back from the pool, helped finish with the packing and headed home. Then the guy I'm dating (still trying to come up with a nickname for him!) took me to see Transformers 2. BTW, there are alot of movies coming out this year that may be worth seeing!

And that was my weekend. Not overly exciting, but I thought I should get the drowning thing off my chest.... it seems like a bad dream to me now, and I don't really believe it actually happened. I wonder if that's how it is for everyone who goes through something like that?

Something must be wrong with me....

I'm so tired. I can't seem to wake up at all! Just the other day I was watching TV, then suddenly the show was over. I had fallen asleep! At three in the afternoon! It wouldn't be so bad except I've been sleeping until like 9:00 or 9:30 every day. This morning I didn't get up until about 10. And I fell asleep at midnight last night. That's ten hours of sleep, and I still feel like taking a nap! What is wrong with me?

On a completely unrelated note, I think my mom is a hypochondriac (sp?). She's got a pain in her side and thinks it's her appendix. It may be but I just don't think so.

Also, we may actually be taking a vacation this summer! Yay!

Controversial Subject #1

I recently read somewhere (and I wouldn't be mentioning it, except I just got into a big arguement with a friend about it) that alot of people think birth control should be illegal to anyone under the age of 18. Now I ask those people this one question: What sense does that make?

Taking birth control away from teens isn't going to stop them from doing the deed (and if you don't know what that is, well, just think dirty!). Just because I'm 21 and still a virgin does not mean that every person my age is the same way. And just because you take away the birth control, doesn't mean the kids are gonna say "OK, well I guess we can't do it now!"

I suppose my anger on this subject is coming from an old repeat of E.R. that I watched last week. Or maybe it's because The Secret Life of the American Teenager is back for its second season (and, on a completely unrelated note, I like the show, but it is far from "brilliantly written" as the critics have put it). Or maybe it's just because I'm in a pissy mood and have been reading comments from stupid people on youtube all day. Either way, I feel like I just have to get this out:
Is it really all that bad giving teenagers birth control?

Or would everyone just like high school kids having kids willy-nilly? The dropout rate go up? Or how about the abortion rate? Now just for the record, I don't have a definitive position on abortion, but I don't want the rate to go up any more than anyone else does. And adoption centers, foster houses and orphanages (are there even any orphanages anymore?) would eventually become overcrowded with the children of these teenagers.

Now, as I said earlier, I've never made that big move with any guy. Hell, I've never been kissed on the lips! But I was on birth control for over a year for nothing more than one thing: regulation. I know all the ladies out there understand what I mean by that. And now that I'm not on the pill anymore, I wish I were for that same reason.

OK, maybe schools shouldn't be handing out condoms to every Tom, Dick, or Harry who decides that they wanna get laid, but the school councelors should at least have them on hand. I mean, it's their job to advise the students, right? How can they advise them to use birth control, but not give them the access to it? And why should a parent make a big deal out of it. I mean, sure, it's their little baby, but I know that if my parents found a condom or two in my purse they'd at least be happy I was being safe. I'm sure they don't wanna be grandparents yet (then again, Momma has been mentioning it alot lately....)

I guess my point is that in trying to protect our children, all we're doing is setting them up for disaster. I give you an example:

A 15-year-old girl gets pregnant. She has three choices: 1) have the baby and give it up for adoption, 2) abort it, 3) have it and keep it.

Scenario #1) She suddenly feels lost without her child. Sure the baby has a better life, but eventually it's going to want to know about its birth mother and could she handle that?
Scenario #2) Lifelong emotional and maybe even physical pain.
Scenario #3) Most high school students with children drop out, plain and simple, to care for the child. The fact of the matter is, college is more flexible than high school as far as classes, but what colleges can you get into with only a GED or no diploma at all?

I'm all for having children, I love children, I'm just saying that kids under the age of 18 should wait. And because they're all horndogs (especially the boys) we all know that's not going to happen, then we should help them to get a life and a future before tying them down with a baby by making sure they can't have a baby!

A controversial ideal, I know. I'm just full of them. But I had to get it off my chest!

Feel free to leave a comment telling me how you feel about this (if I even have any followers at all)!

I'm actually in a relatively good mood today, concidering how I've felt all week. I guess it was only a matter of time before I actually woke up earlier than 10:00 and felt good after doing so. I haven't been blogging much lately because I haven't really had much to talk about, but I'm bored and I decided to recap what happened this weekend while I'm waiting for a phone call.

So pretty much, on Saturday, the guy I'm dating invited all of us over to his place for dinner and a movie. Tinkerbelle didn't go because she had to work and then wasn't feeling well afterwards, so she didn't come. He made the BEST hamburgers I've ever had, and then Poppa promptly got a phone call from my uncle. Apparently he'd found a TV for sale and wanted help to go pick it up. Mind you, it was almost 8:00 in the evening before he even called, and we were up till around 10:00 moving the damn thing. I think my aunt gets bored and starts shopping on craigslist or something at aroung 7, and that's where she found the TV. Although, it seemed to me like the people selling the TV didn't think anyone would come to pick it up until Sunday morning. Nope. Eight of us showed up on their doorstep and tried to squeeze into their dingy little apartment to move the TV. Momma, Mickey and I stayed outside the apartment in the hallway once we saw how nasty it was in there. Plus, I could smell the cats almost as soon as the lady opened the door, and my alergies flared up. How Poppa stayed in there with his alergies, I have no idea.

While they were moving the TV onto the dolly (or "wheeler" as Poppa calls it. He says "dolly" sounds too girly), very loudly I might add, a moth flew in through an open window in the hall that had no screen. Now, for anyone who doesn't know me, my fear of moths is incredibly large. So much so that I've actually gone into hyperventilation when I was in a van with one and no one would open a window to let it out. The stupid creature flew across the window, looking for a place to get back outside to a street lamp giving off lots of light. It pounded it wings all the way across the window (a sound I really hate, by the way) and reached the other side, where it promptly flew outside, back inside, and right.....at......ME! What the hell! Can the damn things sense my fear or something and think it's funny to fly at me? Momma laughed as I ran down the stairs to get away from it, and I thought she was going to pass out from laughing so hard.

Now I should mention, for clarification, that my aunt and cousin are absolutely NO help when moving. It wouldn't be so bad moving with my uncle if he didn't freak out at the smallest things. Luckily Poppa had Danny there, so he could help. Poppa's been a truck driver for the batter half of 10 years, and he knows how to load and maneuver a dolly. Danny is a mechanic for a trucking company, and he also knows how to load and maneuver a dolly. But when you've got my aunt and cousin there, nothing ever goes smoothly. Both are better at what I call "supervision" than actual work. They stand on the sidelines and tell everyone what's going wrong rather than acutally helping. Granted, I wasn't helping to move the TV. Rather, I was avoiding the moth from HELL! But I don't go around telling people what they're doing wrong without trying to do it myself. Poppa told me to stay out of the way, and I did. I didn't even say a word to them.

Now remember, it was about 9:30 at night and we were in an apartment complex. A crappy apartment complex, but an apartment complex nonetheless. People had children and were trying to sleep, and my aunt and cousin are talking at the top of their voices. They woke a baby in the apartment across from the building we had just come from. The guy inside was not happy, either. After some maneuvering and screaming (what part of "quiet time starts at 9" don't those people understand?), we got the TV into their van. We then had to follow them to their house to unload the TV. Easier, right? Wrong.

First of all, their house is like a moth magnet. Every moth in the world seems to congregate there. Second of all, my aunt is completely unsympathetic toward my irrational fear. My family thinks it's stupid but they'll get rid of the moths for me. Luckily Danny was there and he kept catching them and tossing them outside. Of course there was some teasing. He acted like he was going to toss one at me, for example. So while they were unloading the TV, I was playing a lovely game of "dodge the moth" (there's sarcasm there, by the way). Then my aunt gave us all cookies for helping out, and afterward, I got an awful stomachache. Usually she's such a good cook, but this time the cookies didn't agree with me AT ALL!

We wound up dropping Momma off at home and the rest of us went back to Danny's place to watch a movie. On the drive back home afterwards, I realized just how silly Poppa gets when he's tired.

So, fun, right? As much as I love my extended family, I sometimes just want to kill them. But that's family, right?

And as for moths: They all deserve to die firey deaths! Death to the moths!

Spamalot

Yesterday I went to see Spamalot with the guy I'm dating, and had a BLAST! It was alot funnier than I thought it would be and was only made better by a wardrobe malfunction during the Black Knight scene in which the actors had to improvise on the spot. Basically, the when Arthur cut the Black Knight's arm off, it fell off and became attached to the actor's leg. He tried to shake it off, then quickly looked at Arthur and said, "wanna give me a hand?" Arthur, who was played by the incredibly talented John O'Hurley, used his foot to kick the arm away and muttered something about Dancing With the Stars, on which he was a contestant. The second arm wouldn't come off at all and required Arthur to chop a second time. The audience was laughing so hard the next couple of lines were missed entirely!! Oh, it was HILARIOUS!!

The cast was also kind enough to throw in some nods toward Denver, with one of the Knights of Ni chanting, "Here we go, Nuggets, here we go!" and pounding his staff on the ground. At the end of the play, Arthur says to the guy pulled onstage, "Your name will be revered throughout Denver, along with John Elway." God almighty, I've never laughed so hard in my entire life! I don't think there was a single line in the play that wasn't funny. And the songs were great as well. Songs like, You Won't Succeed on Broadway (If You Don't Have Any Jews), and I'm All Alone, sung by Arthur when Patsy's standing right next to him... Oh man, it is the greatest show for anyone in a bad mood, I can tell you that much. You will not be angry by the time Spamalot ends.

I almost want to see it again because there's always so much going on on the stage at the same time and it's hard to watch all of it. While you're watching someone on stage right say something, someone stage left is making funny gestures or faces, or is dancing out of nowhere for no reason. You might be watching a set of characters do one thing while another set is doing another that you've completely missed. Plus, I'm sure the actors improvise alot, especially during the end of the play when they pull someone from the audience up on the stage. Working with different people who don't have any acting experience has got to be hard, but they managed to pull it off perfectly.

When my date asked me what my favorite scene was, I couldn't pick just one. The French Taunting scene is a classic, but the Black Knight scene has always been one of my personal favorites. Of course, my favorite song from the soundtrack is You Won't Succeed on Broadway (which they seemed to slow down for the show we saw. It wasn't as upbeat, but it was still funny!). I also love Knights of the Round Table, which is just a fun song, and Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.... oh, I can't pick!!

Anyway, when the play was over, I bought a souvenire brochure and a Killer Rabbit puppet, which is surprisingly cute despite the teeth. We went to dinner and then he stayed here until about 1:00 in the morning. I didn't even get to sleep until 1:30. I am TIRED!!

But it turned out to be one of the best dates I've ever been on, and he and I kinda established a sort of relationship. We're now officially dating. How awsome is that? So it was a good weekend... well, a good Sunday anyways.

I recommend Spamalot highly to anyone looking for a GREAT time at the theatre.

Comcast can suck it.

The title says it all. Basically, Comcast SUCKS!

Trying to get on youtube just now, I typed what I was searching for into the search box, and the whole computer froze. When I restarted it, Comcast came up with a message that we hadn't payed our bill and our internet had been disconnected. However, we had just paid the bill in full last night when a mixup made it so we couldn't order on demand. Poppa paid the rest of the bill and we got on demand. The stupid part about it is, they wanted something like $43 because we'd only paid the first $300 online. The full bill is $343. Poppa paid online ONCE, and Comcast switched our payment method over to online billing, which apparently means we now had to keep track of our own dates in which to pay the bill. Poppa only paid $300, and they shut down our on demand. He then paid the rest, and we were able to watch a movie.

Obviously I'm able to get online now, because Comcast finally realized that they were being retards and that we'd paid the bill LAST NIGHT!!! But now the internet's acting all crazy and I can't access half of my regular websites or search youtube or myspace. And right now, I'm so mad I'm shaking and can barely type. I'm trying to keep myself from throwing my computer out the window!!! Ugh, I hate this internet provider with every fiber of my being!!

A GREAT week!!

So I performed in my class play last Thursday, and just finished with my last class on Tuesday. Yesterday I went to see my career advisor, who is also my Theatre teacher, to talk about classes for fall semester. The play went well, the class went well, and the meeting went well. On Sunday I'm going out with the guy I'm dating to see Spamalot. Finally, I am in a good mood!!!!

After what seems like months of being depressed, I am HAPPY! I'm still stressed out, sure, and worrying over money issues, but right now, I am truely in a good mood for the first time in a long time. Finally!

The play was a part of something called the Student Showcase, a series of productions put on by the theatre classes at PPCC at the end of every semester. My class did a 20 minute production (which was actually a little long. It was only supposed to be 10-15. Oh well.) called The Ugly Duckling. I played the character of Carlo, who is actually a man, and I had a BLAST! Who knew it would be so fun to play a guy? A stupid guy at that. When asked what has four legs and meows like a cat, my character enthusiastically replies "A dog!" So yeah, it was alot of fun. Plus, it was the first speaking part I've performed in front of my family, which is exciting. They seemed surprised that I could act so well, and I think they may have a little more faith in my decision to major in theatre. That's good, because I need all the encouragement I can get.

My last class was, of course, Theatre. We took one final quiz, wrote a final paper and gave a group hug. The class is usually around an hour and fifteen minutes, but we were only there for about fourty-five minutes. And I got a DVD of the performance we put on. Woot! Yes, I have watched it, and I can't even recognize myself. My voice sounds alot deeper in recordings....how weird is that?

The meeting was only about a half-hour of my advisor/theatre professor telling me what classes I could take now that I've passed English 121, and what classes I still had to take since I haven't passed Math 030. Unfortunately there's alot more math needed to graduate. Well, crap. He also said I could take playwriting if I wanted to this semester. That would mean taking Acting I and Playwriting instead of English 122, which I am seriously concidering. I liked English this semester but that was only because the teacher ROCKED! Other english teachers at PPCC are so frickin' serious about their subject, I mean to the point that they become Nazis. It's rediculous! Oh, well, maybe playwriting will be different...

And Spamalot on Sunday=TOTAL EXCITEMENT!!

Spamalot is the musical version of the very stupid and funny movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I like musicals so much that I like Spamalot better than Holy Grail. Many Pythonites out there probably want to hurt me now, but that's just me!

Anyway, I got a new outfit consisting of a cute little dress and shoes with heels higher and thinner than anything I've ever worn in my life. Hopefully I won't die while walking around. I'm not exactly coordinated while walking in heels. Oh, crap and I just thought of this: I've never made it through a date with this guy without making an ass out of myself... The first time we met, Poppa took Momma, me and him out to lunch, where I promptly dropped a fry in my drink, squirted katsup all over the table, and dribbled soda on myself. When the two of us went to lunch last week, I dropped my straw wrapper in my drink, squirted bbq sauce all over the table, and dribbled soda on myself. Now I've gotta walk in heels in front of him. Oh, this should be fun...

Anyway, just thought I'd catch everyone up on my life. Not that anyone really reads this blog...

Gotta go. It's almost noon and I'm not dressed. Jeeze, last week at this time I was in class! This is gonna take some getting used to!

Job Woes

Poppa keeps asking me if I will go to Texas with him and Momma if they decide to move there. I keep saying I don't know, because honestly, I don't. I don't want to move out of Colorado Springs, but I don't want to stay here by myself because I can't find a job and move into an apartment. Also, I've found reasons to stay here a little longer...

Of course, I know that they'll eventually have to sell the house. It sucks, but it's going to happen. Momma says that there's no real reason to stay here because Poppa can't find a good truck driving job, and because driving is what he's done for the last 15 years, it's really all he knows how to do. It's the only job he's got any credentials for, but apparently Colorado seems to think they don't need truck drivers at all. Yeah, good luck getting EVERYTHING you need without semi trucks bringing them to you!! I mean, really, how dumb is that concept? On Thursday, I heard some chick say that she hated semi trucks because she was being stupid and almost hit one, and was wondering why we needed them anyway. Typical Colorado Springs mentality nowadays.

I've been applying for jobs all over the fricken city, but apparently I don't fit the "criteria" of what they're looking for in an employee. What the hell does that mean I don't fit the criteria? What criteria are they looking for? In the same week Target is asking Tinkerbelle to start training for work early because they don't have enough employees, I get a letter from them saying I didn't get a job. They want her to start two weeks early because of a lack of employees, and I'm not what they're looking for? Tell me how that makes any sense whatsoever!! I mean, I've done cashier work before, and I'm a polite person. It makes no sense to me at all why I can't find a job in this town.

Maybe it wouldn't piss me off so much, except for the fact that I've filled something like 20 applications out for Target in the last 2 years, and nothing. Tinkerbelle is the same. On the day she got the job, she was in a mood and put under the ethnicity line that she was of Hispanic decent. Not two days later, she got a call saying she'd got the job. 20 applications in 2 years and she gets the job after putting Hispanic down on the ethnicity line? No, nuh-uh, that's bull! I'm sorry, but I think that we should have been able to sue Target for racism! Unfortunately we didn't have any proof and she got the job, so there was no real reason to do it. But as I said before, I was there with her when we filled out the apps, and I put Caucasian under the ethnicity line. The result: another rejection letter.

Poppa told me that if I could get a job and pay him some rent we could be one step closer to saving the house. Unfortunatly everyone in this city is ignorant and won't hire a loyal employee with good work ethic. Every time I walk into a store nowadays, everyone is just standing around doing God knows what while I'm waiting for someone to check me out (sounds wrong, I know). I can tell you right now, that I was always there for a customer even if I was doing something else at the time they came to the register. Both Tinkerbelle and I have good work experience and great work ethic, and we've not once shown up late or taken sick days without being sick. And we're always there for the customers. Why can she get a job and I can't?

I've filled out applications on craigslist in NYC just to see if I could get a job there, and already I've recieved 2 letters of interest from two employers out there. They're willing to do a phone or webcam interview with me whenever I'm available!!! How can it be that I can get job offers from a city 2,000 miles away, but no one here will even give me the time of day. Over 100 applications filled out around Colorado Springs, and not even an interview. No more than 6 from NYC employers and 2 are willing to interview with me after a week. Tell me how that makes any sense? Maybe I'll just work and live out there. I wanted to anyways, but not so soon. I would have liked to finish school first, but I'm not sure if I would be qualified to. Hint of sarcasm there.

OK, I'm done ranting now. I've got lines to study and a dance to practice. I need to get offline and try to get an education. I guess I'll worry about getting a job later...

What Broadway Character am I most like?

From Hairspray. I don't see it, but does anyone else?? Oh, well...

Change.

I decided to start this post with this absolutely ADORABLE picture of Kohl that Mickey took. How she managed to get him to hold still and keep the glasses on long enough for her to snap the pic, I will never know.

When she sent this to me, she also recorded a little song called "Cool Dog." I thought it fit perfectly.

So we just got back from looking at apartments. We found some nice ones, and I found myself becoming just a little excited about the prospect of moving out of the house and on my own. Now, I'm just not comfortable with the idea at all. You see, I don't like change much, and this is a HUGE change. I mean, I've been living with my parents for almost 21 years now, and the idea of moving away scares the crap out of me! Although, the idea of moving away also opens up new opportunities. For example, my uncle in California offered to help me move out there if I decided to go to school in L.A. There's a much better theatre community out there anyway.

And speaking of theatre, I was just cast in my theatre class' production! It's the final for the class, so everyone has to participate in a 10 minute production which will be performed along side of the other classes in a huge Student Showcase on the last day of school. My class is doing a shortened version of a play called The Ugly Duckling, which is probably the exact opposite of a fairy tale. It's a comedy, and a silly one at that, and therefore I am actually playing the character of Carlo--the MALE assistant to the Prince. Yes, I am playing a man. And here's the strange part: I AM SO EXCITED!! I'm hoping someone decides to record it so I can show it off to all my friends. It's gonna be soooooo fun!

Well, Crap.

OK, so last night I was typing a practice paper for my English midterm (apparently my teacher was told she HAD to give us one), and the quote key just fell off the keyboard! Can you believe it? God, I'm so pissed. As you can see, the key still works, but it's very awkward to type with...UGH it pisses me off!

I tried to put it back on, but as it was 11 o'clock at night I was just getting frustrated and decided to save it for this morning. I couldnt get it back together (the little plastic peices under the key had come apart) and promptly went upstairs for breakfast in a bad mood. Momma asked me what was wrong, I told her, and she and Tinkerbelle were able to get it back together! Seriously, momma can't even figure out how to use a computer but she can put the computer key back together? How does that even happen?

So they got it together and tried to put it back on the keyboard, but apparently one of the plastic peices was cracked and so the key won't go back on...ugh... Now I've gotta pay someone like a thousand dollars for a half hours worth of work to fix the damn key. And I still have practice papers to write!! All in all, not a good day.

Thank goodness for The Ellen Degeneres Show, otherwise my day would have totally sucked.



There's also some amusement in Kohl. Oh, how I love that puppy! See, he likes to jump up on the footrest of our recliner when it's up, and just sit there on top of the feet of whoever is sitting in the chair at the time. Momma and I were watching tv, and suddenly Kohl braced himself and jumped up and over momma's foot, which she had crossed over her leg. He hit the ground, and looked at me like, "What the hell?" at the exact same time momma was saying out loud, "what the hell, Kohl?" Kohl walked around, confused, and then jumped up onto the chair beside momma. It was then that we came up with the assumption that he thought the footrest was up, because momma's foot was just up around where the footrest would have been if it had been up. We laughed hystarically for a few moments (and are still laughing about it now) even after Kohl gave us a look of death for laughing at him.



Also, I discovered this morning that the young woman who died in a gas station fire yesterday had graduated from Coronado with Tinkerbelle. Neither of us knew her personally, but it's still scary. This is the second death of a Coronado graduate in less than a year. I'm probably over reacting, but is Coronado's class of '08 cursed? I mean, jeeze!

So that's how my day's been going. I should be doing homework, and instead I'm worrying about non-existant curses and laughing at my silly puppy. *sigh* Oh, well. At least I'm passing my classes, right?

Woo-hoo!

So I got my grant check a few weeks ago, and I've since been looking for a bank to deposit it into. I was using Ent, but there was a little problem with me overdrawing....

Anyway, I finally went to the bank today and started an account, so I officially have money now. Woo! Exciting, huh?

I guess Kohl was a bad dog all day today. He started out ok, and when my parents came home from the grocery store, he followed them in and out of the house while they were unloading the car. No leash or anything! But then when Poppa went outside to get the mail, Kohl followed him, and promptly ran full speed up the hill toward the nearest intersection. Poppa jumped into the car and followed him, quickly pulling him back inside. Then Kohl got into the trash and tore apart some... womanly items... from inside. Yeah, I'm sure you get my drift. Needless to say, my parents were not happy.

When we first got Kohl, they blocked off the side of the house in the backyard by stacking two benches on their sides against the wall so Kohl wouldn't fall into the window well of the basement. Plus, we keep tools and things back there, and he just shouldn't be getting into those things. Anyway, lately he's been very curious as to what's back there and has recently attemted several times to jump over the benches. Usually one of us catches him, but not this time. He got over to the side of the house, and then couldn't get back over the benches, which is strange because on any other day he can jump like, four feet. So yeah, my parents haven't been too happy with him all day.

Also, I was one of the best dancers in class today!!! YAY!!!!!

So it's been a good day, and hopefully I'll sleep well tonight. I haven't been lately...stress from school. Oh, well. Gotta go! Bye!

An...Interesting Morning

OK, so this morning I got to sleep in a little bit because I didn't have to go to English class today. We're working on a paper in that class and in order to get to us all to help us with our rough drafts, she splits up in half. One half comes in Tuesday, the other comes in Thursday. I went in on Tuesday. So anyway, I wake up at about 7:30 and start to get ready. I watched some tv, ate breakfast, played with Kohl, and packed up my stuff to go. I didn't have to leave until 11:00 but I headed out at 10:50 to put my mondo-sized back pack in the passenger seat of my car and bring the mail back in for my mom.

So I get out there, unlock the passenger door (I'm not blessed with automatic locks and have to unlock each door manually), and place my things inside....only to find that my glove compartment is open and everything inside is strewn about the passenger side. I not-so-gently shoved everything back inside and closed the compartment, then headed over to get the mail. Momma was at the door, holding Kohl, so I decided to ask her if Tinkerbelle or Poppa, who had both left earlier in the morning, had gone inside my car for something. She said that she didn't think so, and asked why I was asking. I told her about the glove compartment.

She came outside and came to see what I was talking about. Luckily the registration and insurance card was still there, and I always keep my ID with me, so no one got that. I figured that I'd probably left the door unlocked and whoever got inside had accidently locked the door behind him on the way out. It's easy to do. If you lean against the lock on the inside of the door, you can lock your keys inside the car without realizing it. Poppa's done this many, many times (It's only happened to me once, knock on wood). So I got into my car to drive to class, and noticed that the center consol, which folds open to provide cupholders for the passengers in back, was open, and some change that had been there before was missing. Hmm....strange, right?

Well, I figured it was only change, and I headed off to school. As I was heading down the hill outside our neighborhood, I heard a strange noise that sounded oddly like wind, and promptly pulled over to check it out.

My back passenger door was slightly ajar.

It was then that I remembered that I'd accidently left it unlocked, and had kept promising myself all week to lock it. Well, obviously I never did, because this is how the theif got into my car, and from there accessed my glove compartment and cupholders, also spreading some books I've kept back there since last semester to the floor in the process. Then the person hadn't closed the door all the way as they were leaving. Man, theives are messy! My car is filled to the brim with trash, and I still managed to notice that someone had broken in and that things weren't right. How totally wrong is that?

Anyway, just to be sure, I texted Poppa and Tinkerbelle and asked if they'd gone into my car this morning. Both of them said no, and promptly called me to get all the details. Of course, in the spirit of family, they called at the exact same time, and I hung up on Tink by accident...

Now, Poppa thinks we should file a police report. Oh, yay. I hate filing police reports (and I have done it before. That is a VERY long story). I did concider doing it this morning but concidering I walked into theatre class about ten minutes late anyway, I'm glad I didn't do it just then. Besides, there was no damage, and I'm sure the police can't do anything anyway, but it'll be nice to get the report out there.

So, yeah, that's how my morning went. Exciting huh? Well, for me it is. Nothing like this ever happens to me!

Doozed and Confazed!

Man, is school getting hard! I'm finding myself with so much homework it's hard to keep up. Between the online quizzes in math class and the papers I have to write between two classes, I'm totally overwhelmed. The math quizzes wouldn't be so bad except that because I have to do them online, my computer sometimes doesn't load them correctly and therefore I can't get them all done. And I know it's my fault for taking and English class and a Journalism class, I mean, come on! How many papers can one person do?

On top of it all, I had a date on Sunday, and now the guy won't leave me alone! Yesterday I was trying to do homework for English and Math, and he kept texting me! I told him I was doing homework and he was like, "Cool. So how are you?" Now, when someone tells you they're doing homework, do you continue to ask how they're doing while they're trying to concentrate? Well, this guy does. Then he texted me while I was driving to school this morning and he texted me twice. Finally I had to text him back at a stop light and tell him I was driving and couldn't talk. Then he texted me in English class! I was like, "Dude, I'm in class!!!!" I don't mind dating the guy but now he seems to think we're a couple and it's ANNOYING! Besides which, I think I like someone else (who shall remian unnamed for the time being) alot more. UGH!!!

Kohl has been throwing up all weekend. He's made it outside and to the grass every time, but it's a little troubling. Yesterday morning, he ate it. It was nasty. I tried to stop him, but the minute I walked away he lapped it up. This morning, he sat on my keys and kept licking me. He's so cute! He actually whined when Mickey walked out the door for school this morning. It was the most pathetic little sound, and it was sooooooo cute! He was incredibly pissed off at Tinkerbelle and I yesterday because we gave him a bath yesterday in the tub and he kept looking at us like, "I hate you guys right now." Then we were trying to brush him, and there was that look again, "I soooooo hate you guys right now!" He seemed to feel alot better after his bath though, and went from sleeping to playing right after.

Tinkerbelle's boyfriend came back this morning from Indianna. He seems to be doing ok... tired, obviously, but ok. The only problem with him being back is that he distracts Tinkerbelle from doing her homework and studying. The second time she failed her real estate test was when he came back the first time and she spent all her time up at his house NOT studying. Her problem is, she lets the guys distract her...

With so much going on, I'm so stressed out I haven't been sleeping well. I'm so tired right now, that I can barely concentrate and this blog post probably makes no sense and jumps around like a grasshopper on crack! Oh, well. I have more quizzes to do. Hopefully the internet decides to be my friend today and lets me access them. Ciao, my pretties!!!

My Stuff Hates Me!

Have you ever had one of those days where you seem to have butterfingers and none of your property wants to do what you want it to do? Yeah, that's the kind of day I've been having. It all started in English class, when I had to work on the rough draft of a paper, and none of my pens or notebooks wanted to come out of the backpack without a fight. Then my pen wouldn't work when I was trying to write. It was so frustrating!

Next came Theatre class, where the play we were reading decided that it was going to hide in one of the pockets on the inside of the backpack. Once it came out, it wouldn't go back in! Stupid thing. Then, at break, I was typing up my English paper, and my mouse kept clicking on random places and I'd enter one word right in the middle of another word or erase an entire paragraph because it had highlighted the paragraph and I kept typing. All I can say is, thank God for the "undo" button! Otherwise, I would be so screwed right now!

Next came math, where my pens again stubbornly refused to come out of my backpack, and nothing would go into my notebook unless it ripped. And my book wouldn't stay open, so I'd get frustrated and slam it open, and the woman next to me would lose all of her loose papers...fun.

So, yeah, just one of those days where my stuff hated me. But despite all these problems, I still had a pretty good day. I like all my classes this semester, which is awsome! I just hope I can keep up, especially if my school supplies decide to stage more coup de tats, lol!

Ciao, Poppets!!

Break Time!

I'm just sitting here during my break at school, waiting for math class to start. I have about an hour before then, and was really bored, so I decided to blog about nothing....

My friend is completely ignoring me, watching some anime show on her computer. Meanwhile, I CANNOT get rid of this guy on myspace IM, who keeps trying to ask me out! He's telling me, as I write this, about how and why he broke up with his ex-girlfriend. Just making conversation, but I know it's going to lead to him asking me out. I never should have told him I used to think he was cute! I'm such an idiot!

Anyway, with the amount of homework I have online lately, I am soooooo glad I bought my own computer! I can do my homework at school (except now, of course, when I've done most of it and am blowing off the rest) and don't have to steal my dad's computer. Of course, the internet connection here sucks and I keep getting kicked offline, but no big.

Kohl DID NOT want me to leave this morning for school. He jumped onto my backpack and rolled over onto his back so I could rub his belly. Whenever I tried to pick him up to move him so I could leave, he'd bite my hand! He's getting better, but we still have to work on him using us as chew toys. Finally I managed to get him into my arms and I carried him upstairs to momma's room where she played with him long enough for me to get out the door. He's starting to test the waters a bit. Last weekend, he decided to see how poppa would react if he pooped in the house. Yeah, the reaction was not pleasant, and ended with Kohl outside for around two hours. He also ripped up the door to his kennel, which is cloth. Or was. Now it's a big, empty zipper. Poppa's not exactly thrilled with Kohl right now.

I suppose I should go now. Class is starting in 45 minutes, and I need to get some homework done. I have to send my English teacher a blog for English class. How completely awsome is that!? I love my english teacher. She looks like Renee Zelweger (sp?), and she's not afraid to cuss during class. She's hilarious! Luckily, all of my classes are fun...except math....but I hate math....

Ciao, Poppets!!

Hectic Weekend

So, I had an audition tonight for a role in The Music Man. I think it was my best audition to date, but I didn't really get any feedback from the director. He showed no emotion whatsoever, and requested that I not look at him while I sang. I was fine with that. Looking at the auditioner while I'm singing gets me nervous. This time, though, I was more excited than nervous, and nailed my song ("The Wizard and I" from Wicked). Also, when I walked in, the guy who handed me the paperwork to fill out said he recognized me from last time I auditioned there, which was before school even started in August of last year. I'm taking that to be a good thing, though I'm not too sure.

Anyway, my muscles are doing better. My left hip still hurts for some reason, but that's ok. I guess Tinkerbelle fell at school last Friday during work, and hurt her neck, so she asked me, someone who was in equal pain as her, to drive her to an appointment she had with some real estate guy. He was helping her study for the real estate test, and she assured me it would only take an hour. She also promised she'd buy everyone lunch, so I didn't eat anything. The good news is, I got my math homework done. The bad news is, we were there for four hours. I know it was good for her to get that help she needed, but I hadn't had anything to eat since 7 or 8 that morning, and didn't eat anything else until 5. Needless to say, I was a little frustrated.

Kohl is getting so big! Yesterday Mickey and I were playing with him and he jumped up and over the arm of the couch in our family room to get to a toy! He did almost fall, but he made it, and got the toy. I'm not sure if it's a good thing that he can jump so high. He's smart, and it's only a matter of time until he finds a way to get on top of the counter. A couple of weeks ago, Tinkerbelle went to feed her boyfriend's cats while he was out of town, and Kohl wanted to come with her (he's getting very clingy lately, and we have to race to get out of the house before he follows us outside). I held him until Tinkerbelle left, and she said to him, "You can't come, you don't have a collar on." Later on I left for something, and when I came home, Momma told me that Kohl had grabbed his collar and taken it to her so she could put it on. Once it was on, he ran to the front door and looked at her like, "Ok, I have a collar. Can I go outside now?" I really wish I would've been there to see it. Anyway, it's a testmant to how smart he's getting! All of his personality is conveyed through his eyes. Anytime he looks at you, you can tell what he's thinking, it's ADORABLE!!

So I'm hoping to hear back on this audition sometime this week. Hopefully I'll get a part!! Obviously I can't play Marian, as I couldn't sing her vocal range to save my life! It's too bad there's no other real female leads who aren't older. Oh, well. Even being in the background in one of my favorite musicals would be AWSOME! Cross your fingers for me, and I let ya know how I did...

So...Much...Pain...

So I decided to sign up for a dance class at my college. I figured that I'd better learn to dance if I want to be on Broadway. The class is a mixture of all levels of dancers, and there are 4 classes in Jazz that we can take at the school. I'm in Jazz I, but there are also people from Jazz II, III, and IV there as well.
Well I'm happy to announce that I'm not worst dancer in the class, despite my dance history (uh...NONE!!) but I am by no means the best, either. I'm not physically flexible (even the worst dancer in class can touch her toes, which I am incapable of doing). I'm not balanced (I fell over before class even started). And I am most definately not aware of my body (I was all arms and legs in there. I kicked two people!) I realize that being in a class that requires me to do something that is totally foreign to my body will be hard, but I didn't think it would be this hard!!
Luckily the teacher is willing to help me with anything I need help with, and she does it without complaint, but she just jumped right in with no introduction to anything! She started using terms I don't know (apparently a background in ballet would help, as they all seem like ballet terms), and doing all kinds of stretches and dances I couldn't follow until I watched everyone else doing them.
Needless to say: I HURT ALL OVER!!!
Everything from my neck to my feet hurts like hell. Even my fingers are sore! I have a bruise developing on my right shin from where I kicked myself (only I could manage something like that), and I can't lift my arms above my head because my shoulders hurt so badly. I had fun in the class, but COME ON!! This kind of pain is rediculous! (I can't believe I don't know how to spell that word. Is it right??) I suppose it'll get better with time, and maybe I'll even be able to touch my toes by the end. Who knows, right? But right now, I want nothing more than a big fat pain killer and a nap. Of course, if I go to sleep now, I know I won't be able to move at all when I wake up, because my muscles will get all tense. I should do some stretching, I suppose, before going to bed tonight, but right now, laying on my bed just feels so good!!
Ugh....
Oh, well. I signed up for the class, I'll take it. I really did want this.
The Little Voice In My Head: *sarcastically* Sure you did, Wicked. You wanted this. You probably thought you'd know everything about dance already just because you've been in two crappy musicals in high school.
OK, so I didn't think it would be this painful. I honestly thought it would be easier on my body than this. I didn't factor in the painful stretches that had even the most experienced student in the class grunting with effort (those crunches were AWFUL!).

At least I'm enjoying my semester this year, right? Oh, well. There's always room for complaint where I'm concerned.

Welcome!

Hey! My name is Virginia, but I'll be signing these blog entries as ElphabaWickedGal, or Wicked for short. That's what you can call me, by the way...

Anyway, this is basically going to be a blog on my interests and my life and things of that nature. I'm a college student at Pikes Peak Community College in Colorado Springs, CO. I'm going for a degree in theatre, which is my passion. I hope to someday act professionally on a Broadway stage. I have seen three Broadway musicals live: The Lion King, Wicked, and Les Miserables. In case you couldn't tell, my favorite was Wicked. The Lion King and Les Mis are tied for second...I can't decide which one I like more.

I also enjoy writing, and I'm working on a series of books entitled Ecliptic Light. It's a sci-fi/fantasy, and I'm planning on making it a trilogy. I also write songs, poems, and plays.

So, this blog will be about all that and more. I have a family, a dog, friends...things every person should blog about, right? So here it goes....