Thursday Already?

Where do the days go? Anyway, we have about 7 inches of snow here, I am not happy about it, but I have heard that it will be gone by Monday when I start work so I'll live. I am very excited that I have finished Job Quest, although depending on the hours I may take part in another Job Quest for a second job so I can move out sooner rather than later.

OKAY! I need to post something that isn't just off the top of my head, which means the next Weird Stuff I Did When I Was A Kid. Although I am sure it really isn't that funny and it is slightly inappropriate. I guess we will have to see. So here it is:

Weird Stuff I Did When I Was A Kid: Part 3, Child’s Play

My sister and I had what many little girls had when they were kids: Barbie and her boyfriend Ken. We also had way more stuffed animals than any child would ever need. For some reason when we were kids we liked to pretend they had sex (yes, we knew what it was, probably way too early, but eh?) and then, not so much with Barbie, but with our stuffed animals, we would pretend that they had gotten pregnant. After a while in our game, when we decided that enough time had gone by, they gave birth, complete with what we imagined was the sound birth would make “Sqquuuiisshhh!” Oh yes. We were that strange. Some of our stuffed animals were able, by some miracle, to give birth to babies that were not even their species because when a dog and a cat got together that is exactly how it happened in our world. The mothers of these babies would also be able to run across a jungle of madness and jump from tree branch to tree branch immediately after said birth.

I am not sure what possessed us to do this, but it filled the hours. We also pretended that there were hunters trying to murder us and our stuffed animals for no reason. They wanted to kill us all and the rainforest because they were evil men who beat up grizzly bears and innocent house-cats named Big Bear and Miss Kitty. Then there were the games where we would pretend that Big Bear was some evil king who took pleasure in beating suitors who had romantic interest in his many daughters. Oh, and Scooby-Doo was often a female in these games.

There were many other really strange games that we played with our Barbie’s and Bratz dolls. For example, Skipper and her brown-haired friend always got pregnant and ran away after the father abandoned them to deal with the struggle alone. And always Barbie understood, while Ken flipped the fuck out. It was always raining (in my mind) and Barbie would say that she wanted a divorce if that was the way Ken was going to be. And so on.

Also, the Bratz and their men seemed to be ALWAYS having sex at parties or concerts or pretty much where ever they could and whenever they could. Probably because the Bratz dolls looked all skanky when standing next to Barbie, then there were the games where Ken would go off with a Bratz girl and then realize his mistake and go back to his Barbie.

Did anyone else do these sorts of weird things? Because I doubt that Amanda and I were the only ones who did stuff like this. At least I hope we weren’t the only ones that did this sort of thing.

Ta ta for now!

P.S. Don't judge me, unless your judgement is that I was a very strange kid. Well, Amanda and I were strange kids.

I am Unsure on if I Should Post the Next "Weird Stuff I Did When I Was A Kid"

So this is what you are getting today instead, but I don't know what "this" is so let me think of something.

How about... Hmmm. I know! I am crazy =D

No, really, I am.

It is hard to really explain how I am crazy, but if you ask some of my friends they will tell you that it is either really funny or terrifying. I have not yet figured out what causes my craziness, but it is always an adventure, even though it goes one of two ways: I am very angry or I start thinking in terms of my reality.

My friend Andy recently experienced the angry side of my crazy. Now, I am pretty sure he has always known that I was and forever will be crazy, but I don't think he knew to what extent. His first approach was to try to cheer me up with being his usual self, then with jokes, and eventually he just stood there looking at me in a silence and occasionally saying "Are you okay?" even though he knew the answer. Looking back on this whole situation, it is pretty funny, well for me it is.

I am not sure why I was so angry, but I really was. After he went back to work I ran down to Haggen and then up to Sharis a short while later where my friend John listened to my ranting for a while.

Then there is the fun crazy. Basically this is how it goes: you think that calling your friend is normal? No, no it is not. How on EARTH is that normal?

Or: Why would I go talk to that person? I only see them everyday without talking to them, it would be weird to start now.

Or something I like to call "Job Quest." This is a game I have created for myself in my mind whenever I am looking for a job. I start to imagine that I am in Middle-Earth (as in Lord of the Rings type of Middle-Earth) and I am Aragorn, fighting my way through an application to some place of employment (which is kind of a quest within the overall quest of "Job Quest"), but the application isn't the only obstacle. There are other job-hunters out there and they are ugly orcs. Yes, that is right, orcs. I don't think that I need to stress how dangous these hideous creatures are. But wait! There is yet another quest within this quest! There is the interview process and the only way to slay the orcs is by being able to give a better impression to the mothers and fathers (interviewers/employers) than those disgusting orcs trying to finish MY quest BEFORE me! The only way to finish "Job Quest" is to find a job, which by default means that I have killed all of the other job-hunters hope of working where I have taken a position unless I leave, but that would take me back to square one, and I don't want that.

Ta ta for now!

P.S. I did not have this typed up on Word before I posted it. I wrote it on here, so excuse the weirdness, but this is actually how my mind works most of the time lol