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 Hate

I hate "men."

I hate SNOW. Fuck snow.



I am sorry for the cussing. I am having a bad day.

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

I am Sick!!

I am sick and tomorrow I have an interview >.< This sucks! I will just have to sleep A LOT tonight and perhaps down some sort of medication. I am not looking forward to this.

I am in Starbucks with Hazel today, so this isn't going to be a very long post and it really isn't that exciting or funny.

I should go before I start talking about how miserable I am being sick. I will post something soon, I think.

Ta ta for now!

This is why I don't drink coffee!!

So I am sitting in Starbucks practically shaking with all the energy this stupid coffee drink has given me. I don't know why I decided to listen to the Starbucks lady and go ahead and get this thing! I am sitting here trying to look like I didn't just smoke speed or crack or something and I don't think it is working. I don't know where I was going with that.

Anyway, I want to go running or do something exciting, but I can't because I am sitting in Starbucks needing to look for work even though I don't really have to (yeah, not true) because I have a job interview at Target on Friday ( SO EXCITED and not just from the coffee lol )

I have a good feeling about the interview.

My dad wouldn't drink any of my stupid coffee drink so now I have to drink it all and I don't think that I can because there is SO much coffee!!! AHHHH!!!

Okay. Hmm. I can tell everyone here is all "WOW! What is wrong with that chick typing a million miles per minute?!" And I am just all in my own world of caffinated happiness, but when the caffinated happiness state stops I will be in a down mood so I wanted to tell you about this now while I am still all off in La-la Land and not later when I will be all DEEAATTTHHHHHHH!!

Okay! I should job hunt!!! SEE YA!!

Ta ta for now

Weird Stuff I Did When I Was A Kid: Part 2, Tuddie

One Christmas, when I was probably seven or eight years old (maybe younger) we got a kitten. Her name was Tuddie; she was all black with the exception of a little white star on her chest just below her neck. She got her name for her attitude, which she had A LOT of from a young age.

Now, I am not sure how long we had her when I decided to do this, and although I still find it really funny that I would do something like this to an innocent cat, I feel really bad about it. Keep in mind that I was a little kid!

So we were living near “Big City Land” and Amanda and I shared a room upstairs in the apartment. It was night time and I believe my Grandma Mary was there visiting, but I am not entirely sure. Anyway, I had decided that Tuddie had done something that I didn’t approve of or maybe I was just sick of all of her attitude. Either way, I wanted to teach her a lesson by pouring this tub of water on her. This wasn’t just normal water though. For some reason I had decided to put the following in it so that the message would sink in:

·         Lotion

·         Crayons

·         Perfume

·         Some other stuff I can’t remember

Amanda and I had two elephants that were larger than the kitten Tuddie, they looked exactly the same in every way, but for some reason Tuddie always, always, always went to Amanda’s elephant instead of mine. I used Amanda’s elephant as bait. I laid down a towel and placed the elephant upon it. I then convinced Amanda to join me in my evil plot because I couldn’t lift the tub of water by myself.

Phase one of the plan was complete.

Amanda and I then hunted for Tuddie until we found her; my parents did not question why we wanted her, we always wanted to play with her. We then took her up to our room.

Phase two: Complete, we had her in the room.

Amanda and I quickly turned off all the lights in our room, with the exception of the lamp which we had placed near the elephant. Tuddie cautiously wondered over to the elephant. As soon as she was on the towel with the elephant Amanda and I lifted the tub of water and dumped it on the poor unsuspecting Tuddie, she freaked out and so did Amanda because we spilled most of the water onto her toy (the stuffed animal elephant).

Mission complete.

Tuddie had run over to the door, shaking with fear and I imagine hatred for whatever had gotten her all wet. We knew we had to dry her off before we let her out of the room, but the only towel we had was used to dry off the elephant and to catch the water that we had poured onto it and the kitten. At first we tried to dry her off by letting her sit under the lamp on the floor, but it soon became clear we needed more towels. Amanda and I then faced another problem: how on earth were we going to get the towels to dry her off from the bathroom downstairs? All the adults were in the living room.

I decided that they wouldn’t be too angry if Amanda was the one getting the towels (she always was able to do stuff like that since she was the youngest) so while I distracted the adults, Amanda was assigned the secret mission of gathering enough towels to dry Tuddie off, but not so many that they would notice that we had raided the bathroom. After I saw that Amanda had succeeded in retrieving the towels I ran upstairs. We dried her in the precious few minutes that we had left, we knew that it was getting late and Tuddie had been missing for too long; my mom had asked me if I had seen her.

As soon as we had dried her off enough and hid the wet towels, my mom came upstairs and opened the door; releasing the still-damp kitten. She gave us a puzzled look as if to say “She was in here the whole time?” and then told us to come downstairs to say goodnight and that it was bedtime.

Later that night Amanda and I fought over the fact that her elephant still smelled like that disgusting water we had poured on Tuddie. And for years afterward, her elephant kept the smell, reminding of us how mean I was for plotting such a mean thing and how bad it was of Amanda to help me. But we always laugh about it because for some reason Tuddie ended up liking water.

Yes, I was a mean child, but I don’t know why. I would NEVER do that sort of thing now. Also, if you think about it, pouring water onto a cat really isn't that mean. I didn't beat her or anything cruel, I just felt like pouring water on her.

Also, Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Sorry about this post, it is a little weird. I normally don't like V-day, but I don't know, I don't care much today.

Ta ta for now!

My Cat is a Jerk, but I Love Him

I always thought of my Uncle Angus as someone who would have created Veggie Tales. He just seems like the kind of guy who would spend time thinking of things like that: singing vegetables. Not that it is a bad thing; I just always assumed that he would have loved to play a part in the making of it in some way. Maybe he did and we just don’t know it? Wouldn’t that be a story to tell?

I want to do something on a regular basis and blogging is fun for me, it has been for a long time.

Anyway, onto something a little bit more interesting than a blog talking about how I like to blog. I ran into my friends Hazel and Leigh, it was great to see them again, and they are planning Valentine celebrations. I am very anti-Valentine’s Day. It started long ago which I was going to a school in Three-Cities-Clumped-Together Land, but I don’t really want to get into that now.

Hmm, what to talk about? Oh. I looked at my credit card bill. I almost died of a heart attack and then last night I was fighting off panic attacks, it was great fun. My cat, Clint, kept looking at me like “Why do you look all pale? What is wrong? Why don’t you want to pet me?” He thinks he is the most perfect thing in the world and I should realize this by giving him all of my attention, but only when HE wants it. Lately, he has taken to attacking my legs. I call his method “Peek-a-Boo” because he hides under the bed, looks once Ah yes; she is sitting right in the middle of the bed. Then he checks a second time Target has not moved, I repeat: Target has not moved. He then shoots out, jumps up, digs his claws into my flesh, rips, and then sprints back under the bed. I think he hopes every time he does this I will not realize where he has gone and in his hope he thinks that he will not be scolded for being an asshole. He is mistaken. Every time.

And every time he does this I am left to wonder why in the hell I decided to get him. And every time afterward he becomes all nice and cuddly and sweet. Then I feel bad for having thoughts of poisoning his food or something like that and then I pet him and then, being as he is an asshole, he again claws the shit out of my leg. Damn cat. But I love him.

I posted this one mainly because I have no idea what to talk about today. Of course, right after I post this I will get an idea and it will be funny and I will have to write it down and yeah. Maybe I will talk about things I ACTUALLY did last night since this was written a little while ago and I was too lazy to make a new one. It actually happened about a week ago. Yup.

Ta ta for now!