Happy Halloween

It's Halloween, official one of my favorite holidays ever. I hope you had fun handing out candy to children, nothing like cavities and hyperness to send home.

And I am going to beg off and let someone else take all the drama.
Because I can.


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Spanish class and Profe

For two years in high school I took Spanish classes. I don't think I could string together a sentence then and I sure as hell can't do it now. Just no way. But I love to talk in class and I find it horrific when my lack of vocabulary stems my annoyance factor. Spanish I consisted of learning a bunch of random words and present tense conjugation for verbs, we didn't work with past, future, past participle, or future participle, or back to the future verbs. We learned the basic phrases: Who are you? Who am I? What's that? Where is the bathroom? This is my favorite, and Run it's the police!

Okay, so we didn't actually learn that last phrase, but it would have been awesome.

My teacher, who we all called Profe, was one of my favorite high school teachers. He is just awesome, best teacher ever. At least as far as language teachers go. By the time I got around to taking Spanish II he expected us to speak only Spanish during the class period. I think he had ridiculously high expectations. Who actually learns anything in high school? Nobody.

Anyway. I didn't know a lick of Spanish, which effectively kept me from speaking very loud in class. I would say I was completely silent, but we both know that would be a lie. I can't keep silent for more than two minutes. This constantly got me in trouble in class, Profe was always snapping at me to keep it down and to only talk in Spanish. Unfortunately, the times he told me this in Spanish it wasn't very effective. His scowl, however, worked like a charm. That man could glare like a Southern Belle. (don't ever quote me on that. I will deny it).

One day I decide to take pity on poor Profe and speak only in Spanish. I repeated the same word, over and over and over again. I think I kept up a slight rap for several minutes before he told me to stop saying that word. I think it was very, muy? Or something like that. Well he only told me to stop saying that word. So I moved on to a different word, only this time I was saying it to my friend sitting next to me. Now instead of me just repeating a word, it was a one worded conversation. I would say the word then she would, then me, then her.

Profe did not find this anymore amusing. By the end of the class period he sternly lectured me that only saying one word did not constitute a conversation and that if I wanted to speak at all in class it could only be in coherent conversation style. I was the only student who had to follow that particular rule. *sniff*

Yeah. I was a little brat in high school. Still am.

Also, it's almost Halloween. Cheers


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Childhood paranoia and adult freak outs

Last night a childhood fear struck with a vengeance, it's one I had totally forgotten about and the reason why I sleep surrounded by pillows. I don't know why I have this fear, I am not even sure there was a cause (other than freaky books). As a child I was afraid that snakes were curled up at the bottom of my bed and if I stretched my legs out they would eat me, unless there was a pillow between me and the snakes. I am not kidding. I am fairly sure I used to think that goblins would get me if I didn't have a pillow between me and the wall. Yeah... I can't remember what was going to get me if I didn't have a pillow on the other side of my bed, but I am almost positive it was nasty.

I also used to hate using the bathroom because I thought trolls lived in the sewer and they would pull me down when I wasn't looking. Specifically through the toilet, which is ridiculous, there is just no way I could have ever fit down a toilet pipe. Ironically this fear did not follow me to outhouses... which really doesn't make any sense. For years I would never take my eyes of the drain when taking a shower. I have had no relapses with this paranoia, apparently bathroom trolls only want kids.

The more I think about it, the more I realize how much used to freak me out as a kid. It's amazing I ever left my room.

A paranoia that I still have, and that is almost crippling at times, is the fear that someone is hiding under my bed. Or those creepy stairs that don't have a back, so someone could reach through and grab me. *shudder*

Not cool. I hate those stairs. I basically hate anyplace someone could hid and catch me unawares. I constantly have to suppress the urge to check my trunk for potential kidnappers. I hate walking on a sidewalk that is right next to the road, I actually hate being within ten feet of a car, specifically vans. And parking garages... those just scream "I am a potential Murderer/Raper/Kidnapper's wet dream!"

Hmmm... wow. I have issues.

The reason I had a relapse into childhood fears of snakes at the bottom of my bed is because I stayed up late reading. Not that the book had anything to do with it, but whenever I go without sleep for a while it sneaks up on me. I will try to stretch out so I can sleep only to be almost paralyzed with fear and unable to relax enough for sleeping. It sucks. The only way to fall asleep is to curl up into a tiny ball and hope I am can just pass out.

Also zombies. I am terrified of zombies. I know they don't actually exist, but I can't watch movies with zombies. The few times I did I couldn't sleep for days without having nightmares. Just talking about zombies gives me the heebie-jeebies, things freak me out. I would much rather be attacked by a serial killer than a zombie... Well... maybe not. They all freak me out.

Skeletor and Purrball

We have renamed the kitties. Just don't tell my sister. Sanzo is looking like an undead kitty with mange. He hasn't been cleaning himself and he really needs a bath, this fur looks nasty. But I think we will be taking care of that soon. The bright side is that he is actually eating now, so yay! Kyo has been renamed Purrball because he is a fuzzy (fat) ball that purrs constantly.

I've also renamed my brother. He shall now be known as the "Space Time Continuum Black Hole." I swear he breaks the space time continuum when he eats. I don't know where he puts it, he's tiny. Well not tiny, but skinny. Almost as skinny as Skeletor.

And because I am still feeling lazy and not wanting to put real effort into this post. Pictures! Yay!

The pictures are not wanting to upload ... most likely because my internet connection is crap. But I did make a snazzy bow tie out of a one dollar bill. Is that jealousy I hear? Yes, it is. Because my dollar bill bow tie is freaking amazing. It also took me about ten minutes to remember how to fold the stupid piece of paper. I remember now though, and so I shall run around stealing peoples monies and returning them as bow ties.

Also I found a new favorite website, well more like I refound an amazing site. Love lolz.


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8 days...

Somehow November has managed to sneak up on me, again. It seems like only a few months ago I was busily running around typing madly on my computer... not an entire year. I cannot believe an entire year has gone by. I am experiencing a rather nasty shock.

Last year was my first year participating in NaNoWriMo, or just nano for all those who've drunk the crazy before. National Novel Writing Month was started by someone awesome (Chris Batey? I think) as a way to help hopeful writers finish a manuscript. The whole point is to write 50,000 words in one month. The month chosen for this psychoticness was November. I've been planning on participating in nano this year, but I have absolutely nothing ready. Not a damn thing. Last year I had this nice little outline and character sketchs and stuff. This year? I have a nebulous idea that is sort of floating in the back of my head under "This might be interesting."

I might just dive in anyways, I mean the worst that could happen is I don't get the word count. Which is what happened last year and I am not torn up about it at all. Having a super lax attitude just might make this possible, maybe.

In other news, my mother has gone of the deep end. She bought Nanoblocks. They're evil. It's basically Legos but for adults, and they are tiny. Freaking little things. They also have instructions like Legos does, no words, all pictures. I took me for freaking ever to finish the first thing I built, it's cool looking, but I swear I spent over an hour putting the little pieces together.

Once I find where I hid my camera I will put up some pictures of them.

This is the one I put together. The entire thing fits in the palm of my hand.

I'm gonna wear a lampshade...

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This is how I have been feeling lately. I am the bird. This is not a good feeling.

The trip to Texas pretty much killed my blogging and I hope I will be back a to a (semi)regular posting scedule soon.

Post card, mug and a Texan

The trip down to here was horrific. We left Casper on Thursday night and stayed in Denver because our flight left around 8ish in the morning. Thanks to all the new airport security measures we had to be at the airport before 6 a.m. May you never have to do that.

My mother was epic fail when purchasing the tickets. She bought my sister a ticket under her maiden name. When she called Southwest to change it, they said she had to cancel the ticket and buy one at the current ticket price. That didn't happen because the ticket prices had sky rocketed. So my sister had to go hunt down her birth certificate and her old and new social security cards. She never threw her old one away when she got married.

Security wasn't nearly as bad I as I thought it was going to be. It was pretty much the same as before, no pat downs. But they did have one of those new fangled things that use x-rays. My mother had to go through that one and it said that the top of her head and her left wrist had to much metal in them. Even the security guards thought that was odd. We didn't even need our id's to get onto the plane. They had posts with numbers on them and we had to line up by ticket numbers and then they let us on the plane.

It felt like I was back in kindergarten.

The hotel has been an experience. The very first day we couldn't get the key cards to work. A desk worker came up and stuck this weird looking thing in and got the door open. Turns out that those key card doors are run by batteries and ours had run out of juice. The desk worker ended up having to replace the batteries but the door still didn't work so he had to get the maintenance people to replace the lock. It still doesn't work that well. Either that or no one in my family can get it to work. Some of the keys they gave us haven't worked either. It was definitely a new experience. If an unwanted one.

So far Texas has been fun. Yesterday hit the 90's, which wasn't fun. It feels like summer for Wyoming. Kind of sad since it's now fall there.

One of my mom's students collects postcards and my sister collects mugs. They were talking in the car about what they wanted to pick up as a keep sake. I told them I just wanted a Texan with really big boots. It took my mother a few minutes to catch what I said.

We have rented a Dodge Charger. The car is freaking awesome, it has a touchscreen radio control thingy. The only thing that sucks is the middle seat in the back is sooooo not comfortable. It's tiny and hurts my back to sit there. Thankfully we don't drive for more than a few minutes everyday.

Were v Where: how fantasy has screwed my writing ability

For years I have had a horrific time trying to differentiate between "where" and "were." I finally know why.

It's because my dreadful mother forced me to read books and sometime while I was still forming my mental base of the English language I picked up a book about Werewolves.

I am sure you know where this blog is going, but it gets rather confusing to write it all out. I am thinking of doing a video blog about this topic.

Also, just so everyone knows, I am going to be flying down to Texas tomorrow for grandma's big 80 birthday party. I will be gone until next Tuesday. I haven't decided if I am going to to bring my laptop yet, so I might not be blogging for a few days.

You've been Burgled

Because I stole you!

Yeah. My teacher was chattering in class today and just shouted out the word "burgled." I had never heard this word before, people tend to use robbed instead. But burgled is a fantastic word. It's new and fun to say. Burgled. Hehehehe... I am awesome. (not)

Wow.

I am fairly certain I failed the test I had today. Mostly because I didn't know we had a test. Yeppers. I am doing fantastically this year. I am failing classes. I have no job. I have no money (because I have no job). I am living in a room that is smaller than a normal dorm room. And my legs look like I am a schizo cutter complements of my sisters cat clawing up my legs every time he freaks out, which happens constantly.

But my blog is doing fantastic.

That really says something about my life.

I am applying for a job at the local newspaper, so I might be able to strike one of those things off the list rather soon. Hopefully really soon. If I can get a job I can save up money so I can get the hell out of dodge. Or just buy a new computer. That would make me happy too.

Also, are cats supposed to chew on their back nails/claws? Because Kyo was doing that while sitting in my lap and it made me think a few things: 1. Nasty, 2. That can't be healthy, and 3. Am I mean person for dumping him off my lap for that?

Of which, I concluded that no, I am not a bad person for dumping the sad little kitty off my lap.

Mommy, it's staring at me

I rescued a Troll from the evil cat that has been quarantined in the living room area, the other one is stuck in the closet/bathroom because it was worms.

Anyway, my mother has a ton of toys and they're not always in areas that are cat free. So I had to rescue a rainbow Troll from Kyo. It's now sitting on my desk and staring at me. I kind of want to turn it around, but then it would be staring at the wall. And it's not nice to put toys in time out for just freaking me out a little. It's not the  Trolls fault it's creepy. Maybe it would be less creepy if I gave it a name.

Maybe Chuckie?

Hmm... No. That is even creepier.

I don't think it helps that it's wearing a white jump suite with multi colored letters all over the place. Looks alike a child's outfit from a psych ward. Ubber creepy. But at least it's not been chewed up by the kitty. Which would definitely make it look worse. Sort of like the toys from Sid's house in Toy Story.

Not my Troll, but almost as creepy.

Stream of consciousnesses writing and why I will never be the Pope

I feel like the Pope aspect is rather obvious, seeing as I am not male. Or Catholic, but honestly I feel like the not being male is a bigger deterrent and one that is more likely to change than me becoming Catholic. Although they do have awesome school uniforms... I am going to send my daughters to a Catholic school. In Japan. Because those are the two places with the best uniforms.

Yep. It's been decided.

Not like I am going to have children. But hey, at least they would have awesome memories.

Pope from Trinity Blood.

I have come to the realization that I am the worst long distance communicator ever. I have a friend who I have been mailing letters to for over a year and I have yet to get a reply. Which is cool, I am all down with her calling me and randomly saying things on FB. But my letters and e-mails also lack a certain quality that would inspire friends to write back. I basically spew information out on a page and let it go on it's merry little way. Not even stopping to edit. Though when writing letters it would be more difficult to edit since I write with a ball point pen and have no white-out or any other such mechanism.

My sister is not hooked on Leverage. I consider this a massive win. Since I absolutely adore the show. The Episodes are still interesting the second, and third, and fourth time around. Definitely a good show to invest in.

Anyway. What I was trying to say about my letters is that they are very stream of consciousness feeling. A lot like this blog, only less organized (I know, I didn't think that was possible either). Have you ever tried to reply to a highly unorganized, stream of consciousness e-mail. It's very difficult. I've been thinking about trying to actually compose something, like sitting down and thinking about what I am going to write, instead of just letting ideas and knowledge spew from my lips... or fingertips in this case (I stole that saying from a teacher. He's awesome). Although he isn't my teacher anymore. Which is super depressing. This whole adult thing sucks, and kind of rocks at the same time. I vacillate between thinking it's fantastic to be out of classes and wanting nothing more than to go back to school.

I've no idea what I actually want to do... which kind of sucks.

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My mother's a lol

Recently, as in a few days ago, my mother discovered this wonderful website, something about cheezburgers. Yes, she finally came to the understanding that the intrawebs has lots of wonderful pictures of animals. Mostly cats, because, lets be honest, they are so much cooler than anything else out there. Including you.

Since we have a doggie she decided to create a lolz dog picture of Huffy. Yes, the dogs name is Huffinagle... or something like that. But we all call him Huffy, or monster, or biter, or Down Idiot! And, surprise, surprise, my mother actually got online and posted a picture of the little runt.

Please go to the site and vote on this adorably annoying animal. Or you could just steal him so he stops barking and keeping me awake at night. I am down with either option.



Mommy thinks he looks like a "Noble" dog, but I know what his eyes are really saying, "come outside so I can jump up on you and get your nice clean clothes dirty, then I am going to slobber everywhere cuz that would just be fantastic." Basically, Dog + me = pissed off me.

No you cannot eat my glasses

I am sure everyone is tired of hearing about the kitties. I know I am tired of having stories to write about them. Mostly because it means something mildly traumatic has happened to me. I know, I should be worried about the cats, but my narcissism just wont let me focus on anyone but me. I am just so damn sexy...

Yeah. That really was awkward.

So the finally decision has been reached on what was ailing Auschwitz kitty. He has worms. No, I am not joking. And yes, it's really nasty. He has been locked into the scary room, separated to keep the rest of us safe. The other kitty is doing just fine, other than having a minor cold. He's sitting on my lap right now, purring like crazy. When he's not attempting to sabotage my computer.

Kyo has schitzo moments. He will be purring and all sweet and cuddly and then, bam, he bites me. And this is the second reason for why I will never have pets. That and he was trying to eat my glass... Seriously disturbed kitty.

Sadly enough, the kitty stories are really the only interesting thing happening in my life. I am almost failing half of my classes and I have no job. Why does this sound so familiar?

Don't answer that.

I did attempted to make my parents insurance payments higher. My daddy just bought a Corvette (yes it's awesome, no I have no idea what it looks like) and he had to fly somewhere to go pick the car up. Well he took my car to the airport and had my brother drive it back. So I had to take the Tahoe to school last night. I almost rolled the freaking car. Apparently a Tahoe does not corner the same way a small car would. It was rather terrifying.

I identify myself as a small car driver, the Tahoe is not a small car. While I was having a mild heart attack because the freaking vehicle is a hulk, it was also raining. Some days it's just not worth getting out of bed. My car has very few fancy gadgets, I consider myself lucky when it starts with no problems. When class got out it had stopped raining. I didn't know how to turn off the back windshield whipper, and while I was trying to turn on the over head light, so I could see, I ended up opening up the stupid sky light thingy. A sun window... something like that. I got a little stressed out. I will leave the rest of that exciting adventure for you to imagine.

Here is my favorite Lolz cats of the day. Cheers.


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Why I will never own a cat

Sanzo, also known as Auswitch kitty, threw up on the floor yesterday. I was the only one home. Normally in a situation like that I would go run and get mommy or my sister to clean it up. They are not my cats, I see no reason I need to be the one cleaning up after them. Sadly enough, my mother ends up doing most of the clean up. I am still not sure how this ended up happening since they aren't her cats and my sister is a grown adult. What ever.

So I cleaned up cat vomit yesterday and I am now the scratching post for the other cat... I am really starting to hate them. A whole lot. Plus Kyo has been sneezing like crazy and it just sprays snot everywhere. It's nasty.

Nasty sneezy kitty.

On the bright side I am only a few stripes away from finishing the blanket of death. It's now as long as a king size bed, but because it's so much longer it looks unproportional and I am going to make it a wee bit wider. But it's almost done. I mean I've only been working on the stupid thing since November 2010... ish. I am not positive when I started working on it. It was sometime during the last few weeks of my Biblical lit class.

Unfortunately I did really bad on all of the tests I took last week. I think after we averaged all the scores and the teacher gave us some points back I might have passed. Maybe. I really need to study more.

I got a text this morning talking about Lethal Weapon. I have all the movies but I've never actually finished the first one. I would put the movie in while me and Tay were doing homework, sort of as background noise, but both of use would be so distracted we never watched more than the first 20 mins. Well we did this about five different times. It was rather amusing, now whenever someone talks about Lethal Weapon it makes me smile.

He's got crazy eyes. And a gun. Pow! You're dead.

Do you want my muffin top?

Once again I found myself in a very awkward situation while writing a letter at  Starbucks. The previous awkwardness can be found here.

It was a Sunday evening and the place was packed. I mean there were like four chairs available in the entire cafe, and three of those were at the bar. Which I feel is really weird. It makes since for a bar to have a bar, but a cafe having a bar is a little weird, at least I think it is.

Anyway. I choose to sit at the bar because it is the only place where I can sit without being slammed between two other people. A few minutes later a guy comes in and sits down, leaving one seat between us. This is normal, expected behavior for people. You don't sit next to strangers unless you absolutely have to, most of the time I choice to take my food to-go if there isn't breathing space. Some people do not understand the term "shower regularly" Or "ever" for that matter. Eww.

Um... where was I?

Oh yes. The awkward Starbucks encounter. Well the girls working, behind the bar (obviously) knew the guy and started talking with him. I, for the life of me, cannot help but join conversations so I ended up talking with them. We where discussing one of the girl's paintings, it was really good and thought it would be nice to give her some encouraging words. Artists always love getting compliments. Even if they say they hate it, secretly they love it.

Well the guy is eating a muffin. He sets it down and turns towards me. Then he says, "Do you want my muffin top, it's the best part?"

What the hell am I supposed to say to that? Seriously?

Sadly enough I ended up taking it because I was really hungry and on my way to the firing range and I didn't want to end up accidentally shooting someone because I was hungry.... worst excuse ever. That and it looked delicious. Kind of like this, but better.

Why I am going to die tonight.

Shooting at night? As in, in the dark? Are you entirely sure this is a good idea?

Me either.

Auschwitz kitty

My sister has two cats, Kyo and Sanzo, they are named after her favorite anime characters, respectively. About a week and a half ago they went through two traumatic experiences. At least I think they should be considered traumatic. They got spayed and de-clawed.

Which translates into, they got their balls lopped off and their claws ripped out. Granted they were one morphine and other happy pills for about three days afterwards. But still. Sounds painful.

The kitties came back after a weekend at the vets, she wanted to make sure there would be no lasting damage or infections because of their removed claws, and where rather lethargic. Not surprising, since they had been heavily medicated. Well, poor little Sanzo, already the runt of the litter, came back drank a bunch of water and promptly puked it all over the floor. He did it again, and again. He wouldn't eat. He refused to the use the litter box. He stopped grooming. He basically just sat on the floor and meowed, or crawled up into someone's lap and meowed.

Now that last part is really odd because Sanzo is one of those kitties that will sit about two feet away and stare at you, but if you go to pet him, he runs away. So the fact that he let us pick him up and pet him was not a good sign. We ended up having to take him back to the vet because he lost so much weight. Hence why I've been calling him Auschwitz kitty instead of Sanzo. Poor thing looks like hell.

The good news is that he is feeling much better and eating again. While it will take him a while to gain the weight he lost at least he is feeling better.

Auschwitz kitty

Kyo