Good Things Take Time

Here I am again. Must do a quick little blog as I must catch the bus soon for work. On Monday I did go for a walk and I took my dog Jax with me. It was a good 40 minute walk and just what I needed to start off this week. After that I came home and took a break to let the dogs outside. I came back inside and did my 20 minute easy yoga DVD. Sadly I did not fit in those sit-ups and push-ups. My brother came over to the house and we hung out for awhile and then went over to Lucky's apartment. Bear joined us. It was a chill night, just watching TV and being with friends. Yesterday I wasn't good as I did no exercising, but I did play some DDR for a short two games. Does that count? You get a real fucking workout with that game.

Boots and I had our own date night after I got off work. Work was crazy. Only a three hour shift and I had eight tables come within 10 minutes. Not 10 minutes of the table before, in a span of 10 minutes. Was crazy but I plowed through it. Though afterwards I realized why my mind was going crazy. I had not written one order down, I memorized every single one. Crazy, CRAZY I TELL YOU. Boots then picked me up and we went mini-golfing. Was so much fun. We went to the course we thought had much less people. Screw keeping score, though we did pretty good. There was much kicking, throwing, and yelling at the golf balls. We skipped ahead about three holes when we got stuck behind two groups of people. Then Bear joined us. Boots mentioned that he looked like Sasquatch tromping through the course to find us. We had such a good laugh my cheeks starting hurting. After that we played in the arcade a bit. Skee-ball, Pigs Fly, and DDR were played.

We then went to Townhouse for $5 Burger night and to meet up with the rest of our friends. It was a wonderful end to the night and Boots apparently smelled good to our server. He even asked one of the guys in our group if she had a bf and for her number. Go Boots!

Well that's it for now, got to go catch the bus!

A Weight Issue

I went to the doctor the other day cause I had another cyst that decided to pop up. Had one a couple years ago. But this isn't about the cyst, not really. All I got out of the visit was $20 poorer and an acne medicine. But what I really got out of it was a real weight problem. I don't care who you are, when the tallest you'll ever be is 5'1, your weight shouldn't be 196. That's right folks, I weight 50 more than what I want to be at. The sad thing though, I thought I was only 30 lbs over what I wanted to be. There always comes a point (or at least there should be, when people who are overweight look in the mirror and say, "Who the fuck is that person looking back at me, cause it sure as hell shouldn't be me!" I feel disgusted with what I look and feel like right now. I said a month ago after I finished my Mud Run that I would take a week to recover and then I would start up with a slow exercise routine. It's been three weeks since then. Shows what resolve I really had. To quote one of my favorite songs, "I'm telling you, shit is FUCKED UP."

I'm a little on edge. I hate my weight. Love my haircut. Oh yea, after 15 years of having long ass hair I chopped it all off and donated it. It's already grown about three inches since I've done it, too. Now I can really start styling it and having some fun with my hair. I don't like the fact that I'm starting to buy new clothes that are LARGER. Ugh.

So today is Sunday. Tomorrow readers, if I even have any, I start something. I want to go for a 20 minute walk or so and also do my 20 minute beginners yoga DVD. If I can, I'll fit in 5 push-ups and 10 sit-ups. Who thinks they can keep me on track? My goal: drop 20 lbs by Christmastime, and fit into a size 10. Today is the 24th of June.

Let's see what this little Cali girl can do.

Hiatus Over

So I haven't posted in months, but trust me folks, plenty has happened in my life. I've dropped out of college, even though I've let my parents believe that I was kicked out. Not sure which is worse really.  I've been in a car accident. Was a 10-car pileup on the freeway. Not fun. I was fine except for a flesh burn from the airbag exploding. I currently have no car. I've done 6 paintings since my last post. Here they are:

Meli's Musical Note: http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/s720x720/294161_10150300681271020_1257650480_n.jpg

Some sort of flower in shades: http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/s720x720/307110_10150302044616020_249619083_n.jpg

This was made especially for my guy friends - BCMCEC Home Banner: http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/s720x720/399868_10150419066301020_814340750_n.jpg 

A Butterfly: http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/s720x720/420151_10150517177321020_62052129_n.jpg

Squares: http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/s720x720/430841_10150519389986020_1860342094_n.jpg

Dragon Army logo (not original): http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/s720x720/543137_10150630951176020_1466865922_n.jpg

I've made a whole bunch of new friends. I meet up with them every Tuesday night now. Bear and I are still going strong, though I'm wondering if we'll ever get married at this rate. I still work at a movie theater, but I'm getting slightly tired of that and am looking into other options. I'm going to start paying for a lot of my own things, such as car payments and insurance, phone bill, etc. Also I went vegetarian about 7 months ago and I'm still enjoying it. No, I really don't miss the taste of meat.

I think that's it for now. Stay tuned folks, I'll be around more often if you will :)

2012 New Years Day

It's interesting that a single day change can make people resolve to do things better in their lives. For the most part, I resolve to do better in every day in my life, whether that actually happens or not is a different story. Like today for example. I partied last night for the new year and went to sleep around 4am, woke up around 10:30am  fully functional. Makes me either sad I didn't get more trashed last night like I did the year before or creeps me out to think I drink enough to the point where my tolerance has gone way up. Either way, I'm up and awake. I've played two Dominion games and made myself breakfast. What do I do now? It's about 1pm and I have work at 5:30pm. I have about 3.5 hours to do things. Something I was debating doing was going shopping at the mall, making files on my computer for food and drink recipes I get from magazines, doing laundry, starting another painting, etc. I still have to shower as well.

Let's see what the day, or should I say new year, shall bring :)

Beginning December, Foodie Style

So I've been a vegetarian for a little over a month now. It's going well. I've needed to blog for awhile now and I've been neglecting to do so. Too much going now to even cover the beginnings of what's on in my life. What's new with you, if anyone's even reading this?

Edit 10 Minutes Later:

I decided I should do a food blog since I discovered that people read more things about food or experiences. Why not combine the two?! I know, most amazing idea ever, right? Here's the edible foods I've tried so far:

Salsa Chickpea Lettuce Wraps - my favorite at the moment

Tofu Scramble - not bad actually

Chili-Lime Corn Chips - I need to watch my oven on this one, first I made them too wimpy, but that was because I used too many corn tortillas. The second time I crisped them too much. I need a middle ground.

Rootbeer Float Cupcakes - I think they're delicious! Might use Dr. Pepper to please more people next time. Not sure why people like carbonated prune juice. It's a mystery!

Black Bean Brownies - now these were really delicious. Completely vegan and flour free.

Mediterranean Tofu - I originally didn't see that this served 4 in the recipe it gave me. Needless to say, I made too much. It was an ok recipe. Tweaking needed!

Chocolate Espresso Oatmeal Cookies - HUGE hit at my work!!

Do you read it NOW? Teehee.

Good and Bad Things

Yesterday was an amazing beginning to my week. Although it suck big hairy monkey balls that I have to wake up at 6am to get up for my 8am Organic Chemistry class, I got to come home and meet up with Bear. We stayed in bed for awhile and let me say, I missed him dearly. We went to breakfast after that and it was wonderful. We haven't been able to go to out to breakfast in awhile. I've been busy with school and work. Him with work mostly. He works too much for that company and I'm not sure if they knew what  gem the have in my man. Take today for example. It's supposed to be Bear's day off and we had plans to go the the movies. Would have probably made it into a double feature. I was going to go to the store and get the ingredients for my Cracked Wheat Waffle with Blueberry syrup recipe and surprise him with breakfast.

Sadly, anytime I have a great idea to have a to have an amazing ngiht or day with my Bear, his work calls and goes "nope! You can't have fun today. You have to cover someone else's mistake, do me a favor, etc'. At least that's what it feels like anyway. It happened last week as well. My old friend Bright Eyes from high school had an extra ticket for Bear to come with us to screen the latest Big Bang Theory episode. He was supposed to get off work at 5:30pm, but had gotten approval from his ASM to leave at 4:30 instead. What ended up happening? He had to stay to close the store to cover for anther manager who decided not to show up.

That night didn't turn out so horrid though. Bright Eyes and I didn't end up making it in to the screening with our stand-by tickets, so she took me to the delicious burger place called Umami Burger. It is hands down the best burger restaurant I've ever been to. A little on the expensive side, but it was worth it. It's in Hollywood somewhere. I think. Whatever. It was delicious, that's all I know.

So what will I do with the rest of my day? I was debating still going and catching a movie. Not sure if I'll do it, might not have the energy or right mind to. I hate going to movies by myself. Will catch up on some laundry and cleaning. Do some chores as a favor to my Mom. In the evening I have a couple of friends coming over for a girl's night. Pizza, drinks, and a movie at home. That might just be the pick me up I need for this crappy day.

Let's Try This Again Shall We?

This is long overdue. I hope everyone had a wonderful summer. Mine was full of fun times, breakdowns, concerts, friends, food, drinks, and of course work at the Dream Factory. There was one moment that stuck out in my head as the best day of the summer. The 4th of July. That day was the first time that my parents and Bear's parents and his Aunt and Uncle were able to get together. We played games and had tons of laughs as well as fun discussions. It was great to see our families getting along and to see my parents smiling. That was my happiest day of summer. It also helped that I didn't have to work.

What can I say to catch anyone up on what's going on in my life? Unless you've been here, there's so much to tell, but I shall do my best to sum up the events of my life in the past three months.

I've worked my ass off at the Dream Factory. Paychecks were nice for awhile, but now we're entering slow movie season. Paychecks will be less sweet. I've finally managed to pay my parents back the astounding $1100 I've owed them for sometime now. I am back in college this semester even though I decided I hadn't wanted to go back. I'm taking Organic Chemistry and repeating a public speaking class. I've also kept up with my painting. For those of you that don't have me on fb, here's links to what I have done thus far:

The Rose: http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/247537_10150201918491020_701691019_7508068_3702546_n.jpg

Keyhole in the Sky: http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/261697_10150205366446020_701691019_7538022_5400119_n.jpg

Dark Side of the Moon tribute: http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/251621_10150244655816020_701691019_7845114_6746975_n.jpg

Hammer Banner, another tribute to Pink Floyd: http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/223033_10150244655696020_701691019_7845113_2270684_n.jpg

Ghostbusters logo: http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/295841_10150264878411020_701691019_8054512_3332143_n.jpg

Celtic Love Knot: http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/301683_10150264878626020_701691019_8054514_3916207_n.jpg

California Poppy: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150275729041020&set=a.10150185393076020.305549.701691019&type=1&permPage=1

As I list these, I realize that art has kept me busy as well as somewhat sane over the summer from my own inner turmoil. I need to exercise again for the sake of my own health. I'm 5'1 and I weigh an ungodly 190 lbs. I feel disgusting in my own skin. Body image issues much?

I've also tried out some gardening. I grew little tomatoes, but when work go the best of me, I forgot about them and the plants died. That also goes for the baby plants of pumpkin, sunflower, and corn. Yes, I feel bad. Yes, I am going to try again. I refuse to give up until I grow the yummiest foodage to eat!

Summer Project

While I do realize I owe myself a post-Rammstein blog, I'm still trying to figure out how to resize the pictures to make them fit in the blog. While I am in the generation that usually knows all about computers, I'm still not very tech savvy. In fact, I'm a technological disaster. Bear would disagree and he's welcome to, I know I tend to make computers go poof. As you may know I've been trying out some of the more creative activities, such as writing, painting, and growing. Now I tackle another project. Not so creative a project, but there must be some creativity otherwise it won't work. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand the project is:

My room.

I have a very small room into which I cram many things. From books to record players. Papers to paintings. Boxes (empty ones for some odd reason) to jewelry. Knick-knacks to clothing. Name it, I probably have something close to it in my room. Candles. Gaming consoles. A chair, bed, dresser, entertainment center, computer stand, bookshelves, and a trash can. I must reiterate, I have a VERY small room. All this stuff makes for very minimal walking room. The door is right next to the left wall. Walk into my room and you see my bed pressed against the far wall and left wall, the foot of the bed about 5 feet from the doorway. On the right of the doorway against the wall with the doorway is a bookshelf about three feet wide and a foot deep (looks about that way from where I'm sitting anyway). On the other side of the bookshelf is my double door closet which is really only that wide, the width of the doors themselves about about 2 feet deep. All that's left on that wall is 1 foot of space. My trash can in the the corner of the front and right wall, next to the dresser on the right wall.

Oh, there are also windows on the left and right walls.

Next to the dresser about a half a foot away is the entertainment center, I'd say approximately 5 feet wide. It houses many things, including the mentioned record player and gaming consoles, plus a T.V., Blu-Ray player, various vinyls, cds, cassettes, VHS's, a working VHS machine, some sort of radio equalizer I think (not sure, it's my father's), and probably several pounds of keepsakes in the cabinet underneath the T.V. In between the wall and the entermaint center i about a half a fot of space which houses a sub-wolfer on the floor that is no longer in use but continues to stay there. On the far wall in front of the entertainment center is two small shelves thart contain my rather small but lovable movie collection. They're each about a foot wide. Directly adjacent to that is the computer stand which is about 2.5 feet wide. Directly adjacent to the head of my bed.

We've now come full circle. A small cramped room with lots of random stuff and trash which I just haven't thrown away yet. While I don't consider myself a slob, I am a messy person. It's somewhat of an organized mess. Trash mostly over here, boxes there, books stacked in the corner. The clothes though, now THAT'S my downfall. They're everywhere. Nothing shall be safe from the clothing! Ok maybe I'm a bit tired. It's almost 1am afterall. Stupid work, giving me bad sleep habits. I debated beginning work on my room at this late in the night. Parents and doggies are asleep so there's no one to harass me, but where's the fun in that? I can't get distracted by my lovely doggies wiggling their butts? No home cooked meal to make me follow my nose out of the chaos of my room? No movie playing in the living room, promising to be more entertaining than cleaning?

Blasphemy.

Rammstein Painting

Rammstein logo I painted. Done free hand and only the third painting I've ever done.

Do Over

I need a do over. Restart. Is there a restart button? Or maybe I can power off, wait 10 seconds and start fresh. It's becoming a little too much to handle. I'm starting to breakdown a little bit. I should be doing everything, but I want to do nothing. I just want to live.

And this isn't living.

Let It Out

Bear just left my house. I had asked him to come over after work, which means he showed up at my house about 10:20pm. It's amazing how wonderful he is. I've been so worked up about school and how I need to tell my parental units about it, that I can't do it anymore. I've gotten myself so worked up I'm hitting a breaking point and I needed to tell some one. That someone always turns out to be Bear. He's so supportive and understanding, I'm not entirely sure that I could have gotten through some of the events in the past year without his help. Without him being there.

Me being sappy again. Yipe.

Anyway, he came over and said hi to my Mom and doggies. This was the first time that he's been able to see them since they came back from visiting my Grandma in Arizona. I grabbed a glass of water and we went to my room so that I could talk to him. I didn't want my Mom to hear any of it until I'm ready to tell both her and my Dad about the whole situation. So, I let it all out. How afraid I am, how unsure everything feels. I don't know how my parents will react. I don't exactly know how I will react when I tell them. I've wasted so much time and so much of their money that I get depressed thinking about it. I am depressed thinking about it, or at least I was until I told Bear everything. He know just how to reassure me whenever I feel my worst.

"I'm still not going anywhere hun."

"I'm not worried about you."

"Whatever you decide, I'll be right behind you."

"Sometimes you just need a good cry."

"Whatever happens, you have people around you who love and want you to be happy."

These are just a few of the things he says to me. I cried my frustrations and sadness, I cried out of happiness and from the love I felt. He held me, just like I needed him to. We laid on my bed and cuddled, talked about random things that came up. Talked about his day at work. Talked about my situation a little more. Talked about the great night we spent at his aunt and uncle's place yesterday. Relaxed and snuggled for a few. No talking this time, just relaxing and being wrapped in his arms. The comfort I had was astounding. He left a little after that. Had to go home and eat and sleep. Normally I try and keep him at my place for as long as possible, but he had had a long day and needed to go. I was just happy he came over and gave me the chance to talk to him about my inner turmoil.

I've never had that before. A caring boyfriend, what a novel idea. But, he is and I'm eternally grateful to have him in my life.

Thoughts, Vol. ?

I'm fighting back lots of different emotions right now. Most of them dealing with a root of sadness. It's been there, for weeks on end. I'm coming to a point where I have to deal with why I have these feelings. I'm just scared to. It means talking with the parental units. I don't know how they'll take to my news. No, I'm not pregnant. Though, it does deal with my future. Future education that is. I've written about it before, but it goes a little deeper than what I've let on. I have a major distaste for the formal education I've been exposed to for the past four years. Everything is about making sure that you graduate, not for the reason that you have learned what you've come to learn and are ready for working in the world. No, who would ever want that?

No, they want you to graduate strictly for the fact that they need to make room for new students. This means passing classes with no less than a C average, which means that you really haven't learned much at all in the class. You can sort of talk about the subject that you've taken two or three times. You can graduate with a D in a class if it's not required in your major, the units still count towards the allotted amount you need. It's not about learning anymore, it's a damn factory line and they aren't producing anything good anymore.

It's depressing.

I think I'd need something, some outlet. I'm trying some more creative stuff, I'm hoping that will help. The focus it takes to do some of those more creative projects is ideal for peace of mind.

I need some peace of mind.

The Puzzle

I've been having problems staying motivated to do well in college for a bit. Well, more than a bit. I'd say for about the past two years. Or even longer, I'm not entirely sure. I've voiced it to Bear, the fact that I'm not motivated enough. He knows I'm smart, I know I am too. So.. why can't I just do well? That's the question right there. One I've been trying to answer for about a year now.

I was talking with Bear last night and I think I've finally hit answer in the face - I'm going to college for others, not myself. I'm trying to live up to others expectations and it's gotten me nowhere. The only time I've done well in school is when I was playing soccer at the same time. I had a blast during those days. Soccer practice three days a week, games two days a week, exhaustion and a clear mind while doing homework. Music playing in the background while the busy work from school got done. Late nights staying up, satisfied by finishing a project or paper. Reading before class lectures so I would know what the heck was going on. Participating in class discussions. I used to do it all. Now, I don't want to do it anymore. I want my life to move forward, not be stuck in classroom after classroom listening to teachers who don't want to teach. Listening to other students ask the most ridiculous questions. Writing papers, solving problems, doing projects.

I'm tired of it all.

I need to find something, an outlet for my frustration. I've been trying some creative stuff lately. I've gotten a little into painting. I have two small tomato plants growing in the backyard. I've been doing this writing thing for over a year now. The things that make me feel sane are having a job and Bear. I like my job, I really do. As I may have mentioned in past blogs, or maybe not, I'm never really sure anymore, I want to do something in the realm of services. Whether it be teaching, still working at the theaters, owning my own shop, or maybe even writing novels, I want to do something that will give a little happiness to others. Bear.. he's something so special I can't describe it. He's supported me through so much mental drama of my own. I'm so madly in love with him I don't know how I would have gotten through some of the times he's helped me with. We keep growing closer together by the day. The night I met him I felt an amazing connection that I had never felt in my life. Times with him have only gotten better since.

I once created a small line of teddy bears. I had the drawings and everything laid out. They were death bears. Simple idea: think of ways to die and create a bear depicting that death. They were fun to draw. I've never made them though. I know there are death dolls out there, wish I had known about those years earlier, I want them! They're so cute! If you've never seen them, here's an example: http://crackedreality.com/inferno.html

Anyway, that's all I have on my mind at the moment. Oh. Bear spent the night again last night. It was perfect.

Childish?

I'm feeling childish. I got a text from Bear saying he was going with Tallboy to see Thor. I got the text at the minute my shift ended. It made me annoyed. Him and his bff went to see Thor without me. More to the point, Bear went without me. Like I don't want to see one of the biggest early summer blockbusters? It JUST came out this weekend! I can take all my friends to see it for free, yet they went to see it without me. This is so stupid. Why is this bothering me so much?

I was talking to Orchy a little bit ago. I think I just miss Bear. My parentals are out of town for a few days and he slept over last night. I feel asleep in his arms and woke up that way. It felt so amazing I have no words for it. And I want it again. Again and again.

I'm home alone. No dogs to cuddle with. No one to snuggle with. No one to talk to. Alone.

Orchy said what was the point of being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes? I don't have an answer to that. Not sure if anyone does, or ever will.

Apologies

I know it has been weeks since my last entry and I do apologize to anyone who does read this crap and to myself, cause I feel guilty about not writing. Those of you who do know me know that I do love writing. I do have several things I must touch upon when I do sit down and log my life into a computer screen. First off, I went to the Renaissance Faire. Let's see.. there's also the Six Flags trip and a few other things I could probably come up with. In the meantime, have a great weekend all! And Happy Mother's Day

:)

Veggie Style

Been debating for the past couple days if I should try out going vegetarian for 30 days. Or maybe just a vegetable inclined diet? I don't know. I need to relearn how to eat healthy. I know what to eat to be healthy, but I've lost sight on putting it into practice. I have no idea where to start though. Do eggs count as being bad a vegetarian? What about milk? Fish? So have no idea where to start!

On another note, this looks delicious :D

Something I Wrote For Another Blog

My friends and coworkers have a blog that I love to read because they have many different contributors and I decided to become one of them, at least for this weeks theme. Let's hope that my story gets chosen to be put up. If not, then here is my story, written in the appropriate 20 minute time alloted. Their blog is called Writing, Writer, Writest.. here's the link: http://writingwriterwritest.blogspot.com/

'I’ve been following Writing, Writer, Writest almost since it began. I think it started a little after my own blog. I never really thought about writing a blog before last year. I was talking with my friend Mikey from Seattle. He writes all the time and now makes a slightly bearable living off of transcribing jobs. I’m jealous in a way. I’ve always wanted to write since I was little kid. I was the girl with her nose in a book, being pround of reading a 150 page book in a week when I was in 5^th grade. No pictures! I had a best friend, her name was Houng. We bought, read and shared books, then went the library together and checked out books and shared those. I remember being on a bus for a field trip, having a copy of my Mom’s Stephen King book Nightmare & Dreamscapes in hand. It’s a short story book. My Mom would read those stories to me and let me read them to her. I still remember my favorite story. It’s called Suffer the Little Children.. very creepy story. It’s about a teacher who finds her students to be monstrous things and they get revenge on her. I don’t remember all the details. Maybe I should go back and read it again. There was also a story called House on Maple Street. Somehow it turned out to be an alien ship that all of a sudden took off in the middle of the night.

I loved all sorts of stories when I was little. I’m still an avid reader to this day. Which is why it pisses me off when all Hollywood can do is make movies from a book and butcher the hell out of it. Can’t people have their own imagination fill in the blanks rather than have someone else’s vision shoved in their face? Don’t get me wrong, I love movies. But I would rather see an original movie than a movie based off a book. All it makes me want to do is go read the book. Which is loads better than the movie.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my life lately and what I want from it. What I want to get out of it. What seems to make me happy and what doesn’t. Recently I’ve come to the somewhat wavering conclusion that college isn’t for me. Not yet anyway. I look at my boyfriend and he’s very accomplished when it comes to getting those pieces of paper that our society seems to think validates our so called “intelligence”. He has a Bachelor’s Degree in both economics and political science (he double majored) and just got his Master’s Degree in public administration. I’m so very proud of him and also a little jealous. I can’t stand being in college classes, I feel stuck.

I think I want to go to a culinary school. I want to work with food. Perhaps open up a restaurant of my own someday, maybe a bakery too. I’d need someone to help me manage it. I love cooking and honestly, serving people is fun for me. Sure, there are people out there that are jus t plain rude and have an entitlement mentality, but I love seeing smiles on people’s faces. I love getting compliments about my service. I get annoyed when the people around me don’t take it seriously. With the job that I have right now, the service needs to be top notch. I’d love to get into the kitchen at work. I’ve worked at a movie theater for almost a year now and come to think of it I should be farther than I am. I’ve been content at where I am for too long. I need to shoot for bigger and better things.

The only thing I know for sure in life is what I feel for my boyfriend, who I hope someday wants more. I won’t say it to him, not just yet. I love him very much and he loves me. I just want us to go farther. I wonder if he’s thought about it.. maybe.

My twenty minutes is up. Thanks for letting me unload the things on my mind.'

Insidious

Most of the people who know me know that I'm a horror movie fan. It's my favorite genre and good horror movies are hard to come by. I'm not exactly sure if it's because they can't come up with anything remotely creative or the majority of people just want cheap thrills. I was excited for Insidious, it looked like a really good movie, it had a great premise.



And while it looked good, there were only a few scenes in the movie that actually held my attention. Majority of it was laughable, as could be told by the entire theater cracking up through half of the movie. Honestly, save yourself the trouble and wait for it to be available on streaming video. It's good for a late night night laugh.

Oh April, Why Must You Hate Me?

The month is only four days long and already I've had one monster of a day. It didn't start out that way though. And not all my days have been bad. First, let me back track to day 1.

April 1st, otherwise known as April Fool's Day. I'm too lazy to look up the reason why it's Fool's Day, will someone enlighten me? Anywho.. I did absolutely nothing Friday morning and during the early part of the afternoon. Why? I had to work at 5pm. I pretty much just washed my work clothes. I was listed to be the Runner in our cafe, which means I run the food out to the table once it's ready to go. At first, I pleaded with my Busser (the one who cleans the tables afterwards) to switch with me because it was FRIDAY night and I hadn't had a running shift yet to try out my plate balancing skills (we rarely use the trays to carry out food). He made a good point where I would have to learn sometime and if it did get too hard to handle, that he would be willing to switch only then. As the night would have it, the kitchen backlogged all the orders and he had to do it, if only to get the food out quicker because our kitchen staff is retarded! Needless to say, it was a bad night. Good job April 1st, joke's on me.

Saturday didn't start out bad. In fact, the day was great until I went in to work. I woke up in the morning to find my parents making breakfast.. YUM! Dad was making his famous (in the family and to our friends) potatoes and Mom was making spinach and cheddar cheese omelette's. Freaking delicious dude. So I called up Bear and he joined us for breakfast. On his way here Mom realized that our milk went bad and so I asked him to pick up a thing of milk. Mom wanted to repay him so she tried giving him 5 bucks for the $3.77 half gallon. He refused to take it. Both our families are very nice but stubborn. So began a battle to give it to him without him noticing. Sadly, the $5 slipped into the slider part of his phone didn't work, as he found it after 5 minutes. It seems I had to get a bit sneakier. So I waited until he was just about to leave and I gave him a big ol' hug, I slipped it in his back pocket. I don't know if he's found it yet. He hasn't said anything if he has. Or has he and put it somewhere I don't know? We shall see.

After all that fun I went into work at 4. Work was just a nightmare. I was lead on the auditorium side, which is honestly the more difficult of the lead positions. In concessions you just stock the place and make sure everyone is on register. In the lobby you act as crowd control. In the auditoriums, you have to maintain a set of porters (those who clean the theaters after a movie gets out), restroom porters, seaters (for the movies that are going in because we have assigned seating where I work), a greeter (which is really the only position you don't have to worry about until they go on break), and all the problems that pop up that have to do with seating and guest complaints blah, blah..

Without going into too much detail, it was a bad fucking night.

Sunday, on the other hand was a much better day. I was working with one of my favorite crew members as my lead. She put me as greeter for the day knowing the real shit day I had the day before. Needless to say, I was happy and gave her many hugs for it. I love greeting, you get to stand in front of everyone and get to tell them to sit down, shut up, and keep their feet of the seats. Though the actual greet is worded in a much better and tactful way so as not to offend anyone. Once I got off work I was exhausted. Pretty sure the events of the previous day were catching up to me. I got off work, went home and changed, and went to Bear's. Once there I ate dinner (mmmmmmm pot roast) and fell asleep on his bed.. a few different times. I think I spent about 3 hours napping on and off, sometimes with Bear cuddles against me. Oh he's such a great boyfriend. I couldn't ask for a better man in my life. After I finally got up Bear let me create a character on Rift on a friends server so that we could play with her. Was fun as always. Then had some ice cream and went home to crash.

Today is day 4. I slept a good 8 hours and decided that I wanted to try out my new workout DVD. I love working out, I know I should do it more often. It makes me feel better. Also have to get ready for summer and for the Mud Run this June!

Ciao.

Things I'd Like To Do

I'd like to do many a-things. Recently I've been on a kind of DIY kick. For those of you who don't know, DIY stands for do-it-yourself. As you can tell I've gotten back into writing, somewhat. I'm studying nutrition and dietetics in college and have now been consistently attempting to make myself breakfast in the morning and food for the rest of the day. I have been very good about fixing breakfast for myself for over two months now and I'm starting to resist buying lunch at work by bringing my own from home. Seriously, you'd be surprised how much you can save yourself just by doing this. Sure, it's a little extra time spent at home actually doing something, but it pays off in the end.

Recently my craving for having a garden has increased since I learned how to make lemonade last year. I bought two books to help me sort through what I'd like to do and not do. Hopefully they'll help!