Kendora lives!!!!!!

So, it's been awhile. How is everyone? Me? I'm exhausted and stretched thin as always. I wonder if anyone ever stumbles across this blog and actually reads what I have to say. I don't really care, it's a good outlet to get things off my chest or to randomly spout nonsense into the open plains of the Internet. My book is now under consideration with the agent I sent it to. I finished the second one to go in the series and I'm starting a third one. I've got three to four papers due soon, a speech, two tests and two take home tests. Words and punctuation are the sea that is beginning to pull me under and I wonder if I should drown amongst the diction and prose or if I should stay afloat and master the monsters swimming beneath. Slowly but surely I feel as if I'll snap at any moment and wreak havoc upon the inanimate objects surrounding me. It's like I'm a caged beast or something... Even though I'm stressed out and tired, I can still accurately observe the people around me. Stupidity is the only thing that even the blind can see.
The girls, my ferrets Alice and Eva are doing good. Grover, the dachshund my mom and sister got is starting to be cool. I miss Copper terribly though. I took the girls to school because I gave a speech of fact about ferrets. They're so cute and I think that really helped my grade. It was fun carrying them around with me, but I swear some people are so ignorant. I lost count of all the stupid people that shouted, "Omigod, she's got rats!" or "Omigod are those rats?" NO. Ferrets are not even in the rodent family, they're in the weasel family. My girls are clean and playful and full of energy, not to say that rodents aren't. I can't wait until I get my own place to give them their own room. ...If that ever works out for me, =).
Not much is really going on right now in my life except for the above stuff I've mentioned. Tonight I'm going to see the midnight opening of Twilight. I'm not too excited about to be honest. I have nothing against Stephanie Meyer, but the books and movie just don't sound or look that interesting to me. But hey, she's making money, not me. I just hope my books become as famous if not more. Then I can have people hate that I'm so mega awesome, lol. I guess I just hate that vampires always get so much preferential treatment. Zombies, werewolves and the other monsters in folklore and mythology need some lovin' too. That's why I gave them love and props in my book. So hah! Man, I need some rest. I have to go to work tonight and then straight from work I'm going to see Twilight. Let's hope I don't fall asleep. Later guys!

Louisville, KT

So, went to see Indina Menzel at the Kentucky Center for the Arts...I think, I always get our theatres mixed up, but anyways I was looking at her t-shirts since she's touring. Yea, tell me why they had Kentucky abbreviated as KT? Ohio was OD. I suppose they don't have a spell check on the machine they printed those things off of. It was sort of funny, because people are always making fun of my fellow Kentuckians. Guess what folks, we're not morons. Even Indina Menzel made a comment on us because she supports Barack Obama and everyone in the theater did too and she said "wow, you're surprising me Kentucky!" Geez people, give us some freaking credit here. I can't wait to become a super awesome writer so that I can own the whole of America and make them realize that people here are the most awesomest people EVER. Yea. Moving along, I am slated to graduate next fall in 2009. Woot! Exciting yea? I'm starting to get a little nervous about graduating because what am I going to do when it's all over? I really honestly can't see myself in yuppie attire going to a caged in cubicle everyday. I refuse to. It's as if I'm being backed into a corner and my future is feeling so uncertain. I just keep hoping that by some stroke of luck, that agent will be all like, "OMG! Bestest book evah! Let's get it published now!" ...He's had it since July and I feel like maybe it's not going to happen but who knows? In a couple of weeks I'm going to ask one last time if he can tell me where it is in the process of being reviewed. I just feel like it's not going to happen and this waiting is killing me, ya know? I'd rather be told "sorry we can't do anything with this" instead of pretending to not to care. I'm not trying to be a bitch, I'm just frustrated and stressed out with life and feeling like I'm lacking control of everything around me. Shannon liked my second book, and I figure if the people who read it are liking it, then isn't that a good sign? Okay, I need to get my mind off of things and play some video games. Later!!!

People people people...

Man alive. I just finished reading some posts on one of frequented message boards, and I realize that I'm not the only one who says stuff and then people leap all over it and distort it and argue it when what I said was merely meant to be an observation. Sometimes, the stupidity of the human mind can amaze me. Are we naturally defensive creatures? From my short time on earth, it is my observation that humans can be very selfish in nature. I think that the defensive thing stems from the selfish nature of some humans that don't have it conditioned out of them. For instance, using myself as an example, I am a firm believer in Altruism. I believe people should do good things without thought of reward because it's the right thing to do. Therefore, when I see an injustice, I go to correct it as best I can. Some people may make a half-assed attempt at rectifying the injustice while others go right on by not even thinking "oh that sucks for them." Now that being said, if person A told person B who went right on by that it was wrong to leave that person lying on the floor writhing in pain a jackass- then person B would throw a fit and say how they were being picked on unjustifiably and make some irrelevant rant as to how person A is immature. Person B is the same person who is so selfish that not only do they not care about others, but they get defensive when their actions are mentioned or observed. Person B makes zombies look tolerable. At least a zombie knows that they want to eat the flesh off a human and they don't fight the fact that we uninfected need to kill them. No, they just try to eat our flesh as well. ...Which in a weird sense it could be argued that they are like person B, attacking us because they think we're attacking them. *Sigh* I've come to realize that this world wouldn't become any better even if there were zombies crawling 'round trying to suck the brains out of our contorted living bodies. Or are the human masses just really zombies in a living state? Brainless- they wear what they are told is fashionable, eat what they are told is appealing, and listen to music that is played over and over again with annoying hooks. There are varying levels of zombienism, at least I believe so anyway. We have the office yuppie zombie, the redneck zombie, even school zombies. I figure it's only legal to attack the undead kind of zombie though, so I guess I'm waiting until the apocalypse when I can unleash years of repressed rage at the stupidity and cruelness of people upon the undead masses. I need to go play some video games, I done got myself worked up. Keep your eyes out for zombies. They're your neighbors, cousins, boyfriends and girlfriends... Maybe even I'm a zombie...Naw that's impossible. I'm too awesome to be a zombie. Today's moral lesson? Be nicer to your fellow man and if you see a zombie chomping down on someone, save 'em and take the zombie out, then head on to work or where ever your feet may take you. Later guys!

My silly little girls

So I was wondering why the girl's cage smelt so freaking funny and I found out why when I decided today would be a good day to give their cage that overall cleaning that I need to do every week instead of every other week. ...They've been using the igloo as a bathroom. I was so disgusted, but it's all clean now. I gave them baths and they're clean now. I also took the igloo out and put another litter box in their cage. They now have two and Eva got a little pissy so she flung litter all over the bottom of the cage. The funny thing is, when I went to get all their bedding and fun tunnels out of the bottom, I find all this food. They had been hoarding food. I think it's for winter, of course ferrets are known for hoarding things. Moving along, school sucks ass. I hate everyone (except for the cool people that don't piss me off) in one of my classes. I got the gall (funny since I don't have one anymore, lol) to send an e-mail to them all because they're always so rude to the professor. Yea, I probably could have done what I did in a better manner, but I stick by what I said and luckily of the 6 people that sent me responses (which I didn't read because I knew they were negative), I got 6 other people that were all like "I agree with you and got your back." So it worked out. Thankfully, I think it's going to blow over and hopefully they'll forget what I said but change their behaviour in class. Bleh, I'm just rambling away, sorry. Friday, I got a midterm and today I went to a JET presentation. I think I really want to do it. My butt is going to Japan. Especially if they pay me to go and then pay me to teach and be the awesome person I am, lol. Okay I really am just trying to think of things to say so I'm gonna get crackin' on some paperwork for school and this second job I want. Good night guys!

...bring the fire...

I'm trying my best to be inspired. To be motivated. To do something that will benefit me. To do something that will make me happy and ease the gnawing hunger of desire to do something productive. My mind is swimming with electricity and I wonder when it'll pay off, when thinking so much will produce something wonderful. I sat in a club meeting today and thought, "Why not start my own club?" I won't because I'm too lazy. Or is it because I'm afraid of failure? With a little force, I made myself sit down and sketch out the rest of my t-shirt design for the Japanese club on campus. Will they like? Who knows. Will they use it? Probably not because I'm not as an amazing artist as everyone tells me. Everyone always tells me something that I seriously doubt...but they wouldn't go out of their way to say something nice so maybe there's something there. Some fuel to bring the fire of the muses into my mind to do something creative. To do something to make everyone glance twice. Can I do it? I don't have any delusions of grandeur, for I know that I'm not someone amazingly brilliant. My IQ is 195, doesn't matter because what's that supposed to prove to anyone? I scored high on an aptitude test for the government, am I going to become an agent of a capitalist government who'd rather jump ship than save the other passengers? No, but I'm not intelligent enough to gather a group or lead a group of people to make changes. I don't want to be great, but I want to do something beneficial to me and my future generations to come. It's scary to think about the things that I could do, but neglect to do. Should I try harder to stoke the fire of revolution within myself? Can I change for the better? I want this don't I? Hell yeah. I want to be someone that others recognize more than anything. I don't have to be great, but I want that acknowledgment. I don't know how, but I will do something that others will see. ...I just hope that when that fire burns, the fuel won't run out. The fire will passionately consume me and urge me forth into an unknown future. Others have great expectations of me, should I have them as well? Fine, I'll bring the fire to ignite my soul into action and come alive instead of just living everyday day to day. I'll use it to live instead of just existing and drifting along lifelessly in this cesspool of life. It's going to happen, I just need to work harder...who knows, maybe I will. Torch in hand, here I go.

meh...

It's really cool to think, here I am sitting with my wireless laptop in class, looking cool like everyone else... Awesome. Of course the laptop adds 10lbs to the already 30lbs I've got strapped to my back in addition to my own weight. So, that all equals to Kendora being tired. I finally got the nerve to e-mail the agent guy and he was like 'oh it's still under review' which I suppose could be a good thing if I stop and look at it. Work's been hectic lately and it's not even Christmas time! We had these stupid $25 coupons and it was pretty much a fail at life and sales. People don't seem to understand that coupons- ALL OF THEM, have restrictions and valid dates that they are usable for. But thank goodness I have fun people to work with, or I'd lose my mind...more so than I already have. I've been bogged down with school work this semester and I'm amazed at this sudden ability I have to balance work and school work together. There's actually a take home test I should be working on, but I decided to look uber cool and write in my blog. Maybe I'll go to a Starbucks and look even cooler. You know, because I am a writer and I need to do what all other college student writers do and go to Starbucks so that EVERYONE can see me writing, lol. Actually, I came up with a pretty good idea for a short story that I need to write and enter into a contest. Meh...maybe I will, maybe I won't. I think it's something that hasn't been done before. I need to go ahead and help Steph study for Japanese. I am the Japanese assistant after all...along with like three other people. But I digress...It's time for Modern China and I need to help Steph secretly study for Japanese later. So, I'll talk to you guys later!!

gimme some cookies and milk...

Rough rough month this time around guys. I need some cookies and milk to relax and make it all better. First my wonderful furry son, Copper passed away from something that is still unknown and may never be known. I haven't heard from the agent about my book (not surprised but everyone else is depressed about it and bringing me down), school's rough...just tons of crap. At least I got to be in my own little world tonight at work. I had to hard-mark (ticket price things with a tagging gun) and I just let my mind wander while I went on auto-pilot. My ferrets are doing good, and Eva... You'd never know she was sickly and scrawny as a baby. She's energetic, frolicks with her big sister Alice and gives kisses! Still a little on the skinny side though. Alice is my chunky one who just hangs out. They cuddle and groom each other and scurrying about playing with each other. It warms my heart and it makes the pain of Copper missing go away just a bit. They need me and I need them. Mom and Becca got a new dog. He's the silliest thing. A dachshund, but not a normal red one or black one. His type is known as a piebald, which means he looks like a beagle or basset hound. In other words, he has spots. Look it up! We named him Grover, but I honestly didn't think it's a good time to get a new puppy. It's not fair to Copper's memory or the new puppy, but very slowly I am coming to liking him. I mean, he's going to have it rough having to live up to the awesomeness of Copper. Weeeeell, I need to get some rest for the day ahead of me tomorrow. G'night guys!!

for real...

So like, the crappiest two weeks ever. My dog died, I got a sore throat, we lost power, tree limbs all over, and just tons of other things. But I can still giggle about it all. Yea...that's it for today. Later Guys.

Here comes EVA

Poor little Alice had been acting weird lately. She would play if I made her play and then she would just sort of scoot onto her belly and lay flat. I took her little sighs as sighs of frustration and loneliness. Feeling pangs of guilt for not having bought two ferrets at once, I reluctantly asked her if she would like a playmate and by gosh she looked directly at me. So, off to Pet Palace I went to get her a friend/sibling. I had researched the best way to get another ferret and how to introduce it to the one I already have. Well, let me tell you...Pet Palace had all their ferrets just tossed into a black bin. Flies were covering them all and I was just upset at seeing them like that. I figured that they were all probably sick as it was hot and they just didn't look healthy (it didn't help the area was covered in ferret poo). Well, one little boy tried getting my attention and I held him and felt that he was probably the best choice, he was happy and bright eyed. But then, I noticed this tiny little ball of cream and rust colored fur, lying very very still and I freaked because I thought it was dead. I panicked and put the little boy down ignoring his pleading looks and trying to crawl out to me. I poked it and poked it, and finally the little creature looked up at me with groggy eyes. My heart was breaking and melting at the same time, so I reached in to pick her up (it's actually pretty easy to tell boys apart from girls) and grimaced. You could feel her ribs and hips, the poor thing was emaciated. Feeling this was probably her only chance at survival she wiggled and hopped around showing me she was full of energy. Eager to save a furry life, I chose her over the healthy bright eyed boy. We named her Eva, like Eve from Wall-E because he kept calling her Eva. Plus she's lighter colored than Alice and has tons of attitude just like Eve. Whomever said that ferrets don't show their personality until 6 months was totally wrong. Eva immediately began hopping around playing and letting us know what she did and didn't like. Thankfully, the vet we took her to said she was healthy, but honestly I'm still suspicious of him and will take her to my real vet for shots. She seems to be gaining a bit of weight, and I figure her energy and hopping lets me know she's fine. Alice even has a little spring in her step and they both get along pretty well. At first they hissed and stuff and Alice clearly loved Eva at first sight, but Eva is still a little nervous when they play too rough. I think the boys in the group she came from bullied her. Yay for furriness and happiness that is brought on by animals. I honestly never thought that such a small creature could be capable of soooooo much love and appreciation. Now, I am off to play with them for a while until I have to go to work. Later guys!!!!

Increasingly Paranoid

I've been so stressed lately, waiting for school to start, being broke as usual, and waiting to hear something back from the agent I sent my manuscript to. I've also been worrying that Alice isn't getting enough attention from me and I'm debating on whether or not to get her a playmate, which would make my mom freak out (despite the fact she doesn't buy their food or play with Alice or even take her to the vet). I accidentally hit Shannon in the face last night with a soccer ball, of course I didn't mean to. I meant to just hit her in the shoulder. So yea, I feel terrible about it still. Grah. Bleh. Those words describe how I'm feeling right about now. Lucky little Alice, she just hops and plays without a care in the world. In other news, I'm super excited about Tales of Vesperia coming out for my xbox360. ...Of course I have no money to actually buy it, but oh well. Not much is happening lately to report, at least nothing that's worth mentioning. It's pointless for me to sort of ramble on about being broke and anxiously waiting to know the fate of my career as a writer--granted that's a bit much as I have only sent it to one agent. Oh I know, today's lesson will be zombie preparedness. It's always good to have a stick or something at hand to keep the undead at arms length or to beat them off until you can find a more suitable weapon. For me, where I work is full of sharp things and metal things. In fact, we have this one wall (that I have dubbed the Wall of Death) that has shelf brackets sticking out of looking like a bunch of knives. If need be, in case of zombie attack, I could easily wield a couple of those to slam into a frothing zombie's face. See? Ingenuity. Anything's a weapon when wielded by someone who is prepared. That's all it breaks down to people, being prepared...hmm that is a little cliche but it'll have to do. Okay kiddies, I'm going to get my furry little zombie ninja master out and play with her. Later guys!

Zombie Homage

So, one of my favorites things about zombies is that they are always parodied in today's pop culture. They are pop culture phenomenon on their own. For instance, one of my absolute favorite episodes of South Park is Night of the Living Homeless. The homeless are zombies wandering around asking for change and it's hilarious when they "turn" someone. For example, Kyle's dad throws some change to get them away from him and then suddenly he says, "Hey wait. I actually need some of that change." Then he too wanders amongst the homeless asking for change, it is hilarious. Then there's the episode of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, the Halloween episode when Bloo thinks he's killed Mr. Harriman. ...Okay, I know you're thinking that I'm insane for still watching cartoons, but I don't care because animation is awesome! Moving along, today at work was funny. Our head boss lady came and I was goofing around to make time go by faster which resulted in her making me do something again. What happened was I rode the escalator outside with a High School Musical megaphone telling people about our current store promotion. I was basically being an ass, talking to people going past me saying stuff like, "Hey there. How's it goin'?" I was totally pissing people off and acting like a dork. God my job rules, lol. I get paid to be mega awesome and entertain myself under the guise of working. I actually had to work from 2pm to 10pm tonight. Poor Alice was left in her cage pretty much all day. I've been thinking about getting Alice a friend to play with when I'm at work, but I know that that will have to wait until I have my own place. Oh well. I still haven't heard anything back yet about my novel, but like I've said, I've already resigned myself to thinking that I haven't got it. ...That way, my disappointment isn't so bad, =). Alright guys, I need to get some sleep because I'm really tired. Good night guys!

P.S. Please remember in case of a zombie attack in a mall, DO NOT go around talking in a megaphone. It will attract them to you.

Random Picture Time!!!

So, anticipation is gnawing away at my insides making me feel as if some terrible thing has plagued me, mind and body. I still haven't heard from the agent, but it's cool because he did tell me he'd be on vacation until the 6th and today is well...the 6th. I'm at that point where I'd much rather be told it's not going to happen so that it doesn't drive me insane. I have already pretty much resigned myself to the idea that it's been rejected, and that's cool. In other news, to cheer myself up and release a little stress, here's some pictures of Copper and Alice playing. I love this little ferret so much. I wish I could let her free roam, but I'm afraid curiosity would get the better of her and she'd eat my xbox cable thus killing her and rendering me unable to take it out on hordes of the undead. It would be a devastating loss. Anyways, moving along and without further ado, here are the pictures of my furry babies!!!!!!!!!


Alice loves to sleep after romping around with her big brother.


Alice likes to sometimes try and ride on Copper's back. ...Obviously he's not so thrilled about it.


Taking a moment out of frolicking to look at the camera.


They like to look at each other before they launch into 'rasslin' mode.


Tell me this isn't cute. Alice sleeps very deeply and she's lying on her back on the pillow like a small adorable fur covered child asleep in bed. ...I love animals, lol.

Adventure!

So, worked today, came home, played with Alice and we took a bath (she happily romped in the shower, lol), missed two calls, proceeded to clean the house and suddenly my sister comes home with groceries and answers the phone. It was dad. He was downtown at the university hospital. Our idiot uncle had had him committed. So poor dad was at the hospital since 10 am and missed his medications and everything. As much as my father and I fight, he's had so much crap happen to him. He had cancer then got smashed up in a machine at work, breaking his ribs, sternum and having a lung collapse which then his company let him go and he's now jobless. So, it's safe to say that he's a bit depressed. If you knew our uncle, you'd understand why dad finally snapped at his snide comments and "whattya gonna do when the money runs out" by saying "OH I don't know. Take a gun and blow my f---ing brains out." I felt horrible when we picked him up downtown. Dad's looking so old and tired, and I know he's lonely. He usually sleeps and is only awake for about 4 hours at a time. I think I'm gonna try to spend more time with him. My father is actually a very brilliant man, but stubborn and just...tired. A lot of things have happened to him in life and sometimes I wonder if any of it is my fault. It was all an adventure today though none the less. At work I walked into the storage room to clock out and got carried away singing with some little girl and burst in singing. Yea, the head manager and Coreen were on a conference call. I was mortified. I managed to also pass off my second novel for Shannon to read and I hope it's okay, because Steph and myself thought it was even better than the first. Let's see, what else has happened lately? Friday night was funny because my one manager Sherry came into the storage room while I was unpacking boxes and sang a couple of lyrics from a Jonas Brothers song (in Camp Rock). So I followed up with the lines that came after it (it's our way at the store to sing/talk song lyrics to each other and respond in kind) and realized something that I voiced to her. The song was about music being in the soul and I thought HM. So, the music was corrupting and consuming one's soul thus making them a zombie. Therefore the Jonas brothers are zombies. Think about this, little children and tweens all across America listen to their music and it's almost like they're the pied pipers. They're gonna turn little girls and tweens into zombies! Then the ever insightful Maggie added, "Yea, like if they said breathing was uncool then like 95% of them would stop breathing." She tried, so I added, "Good effort, Maggie." LoL, I love working there. It's always funny and full of adventure. Isn't that what life is supposed to be about? Adventure? Well and for me, Zombies!! Grah. Speaking of zombies, I need to play with my little zombie ninja master Alice for a while. She's giving me the adorable, "Come and release me from this cage human also known to me as mom" look. Heart melting it is. Good night guys!!

Success!!!!

Today I finally finished my second novel. At 2am I was super pumped and excited that I finally finished it. I can safely say that it is even better than my first one. So yay! I just need to find someone to edit it for me. Good news is this though...I sent a query letter off to an agent and he actually asked for the rest of my book so he could review it. Good sign right? I mean, I wasn't rejected so that's gotta be a good sign right? Right? RIGHT? I'm really nervous about this whole trying to become an author thing, but I feel good about it at the same time though. I haven't really gotten my hopes up though just in case it doesn't work out. I'm prepared for the rejection, ya know? Either way, my book is the awesomest. Look out J.K. Rowling! Here comes Kendra! Booyah! ...If this first agent doesn't take me as a client, then LOOK OUT AGENCIES! Here comes thousands of copies of my mega cool query letter. Later guys.

Ice creeeeeeeeeeeeam

As I sit here and eat my caramel fudge sundae from Mickey D's, I've come to the realization that it is completely and utterly true...after reading Wicked, you'll never look at The Wizard of Oz the same ever again. EVER. Alice is happily munching some treats in her little studio apartment on top of my dresser that I don't even use. ...Why do I still have it in here? Hm. I can't wait to see Wicked when it comes here to Kentucky. My mom was bitching earlier about how I don't make enough money to pay bills and blah blah blah, but what she actually doesn't know is that I could careless what she thinks of me. Granted it still sucks that she's a cow about it, but still. How does this transition from Wicked and The Wizard you ask? Well, it doesn't. It actually is better suited for me to make a comparison to Jabba the Hut and his little monkey creature that hides in his tail. In short, it's sort of like the movie version of the Wicked Witch of the West and her damnable little monkeys in their bellhop costumes. Alas, I shall say no more about her because it only brings me down to her low low level. ...We don't want that. Work was fun today, Coreen tells me stories of her daughter's antics and I laugh and all is well. It makes me look forward to the day that I have a child who does silly little things-wait I have animals that do that, I guess I want children that can say funny things too. I won't be getting a parrot because I hate birds. Oh yea, I recently rediscovered Ragnarok online. It's a fun online game in which children half my age makes millions of ingame currency and have fifty characters with rare items while I (who has played off and on since 2005 or 2006) still have a character stuck at level 91 and yeah. Online gaming, stealing souls since the dawn of the internet. Alice is being naughty right now, which translates from ferret to: mother I am going to do everything in my mighty power to get your attention and wreak minor havoc and mostly mischief. Good night guys.

Giants

I carefully place my treasure into the small alcove I've recently discovered. Hiding it from the world. Wait. I hear noises coming from the cavern entrances... Cautiously, I peek out from the small cavern that holds my treasures. With stealth and speed, I reach the large white gates that border the cavern. Thunder- no wait, footsteps. Footsteps of a giant. Alas, the giant approaches I bravely leap forth to engage the large creature. With ease, I am scooped up and gently placed onto a soft mossy surface. It's come for me. Agility is what separates me from this lumbering foe. Crashing to its knees it looks at me and giggles. Excited by the upcoming battle with this humorous being, I began a War Dance and chant, "Cluck cluck cluck." Blast, it doesn't deter her. I leap over an arm and dodged her other hand, still doing my warrior dance. Now she's taken a piece of my treasure, trying to distract me. I take it and run towards the edge. As she goes to retrieve it, I make my move and dart to the keys and cell phone beckoning to me on her nightstand. Muwahahahha. Momma can't catch me now.

Yea, that's about how it goes when I play with Alice, the furry ninja zombie master ferret. She dances and makes happy noises while I chase her to get her out of my belongings. I bought her these great Marie and Pluto rattles from work for her to play with and she keeps them in her little play tunnel/house thing. It's funny to watch her because she gets frustrated when I take her little treasures out and she'll drag them all back in later. I also just got her a large play pen so that she can run a little more freely in my room instead of being stuck in her cage and being limited to my bed. I love her so much because she is constantly following me and happily riding on my shoulder. She loves watching Spongebob Squarepants and the Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack. Her and Copper are two of the coolest animals I've ever owned. Yup. I've been either busy or sick, so I apologize for the delay in writing in my blog...then again if anyone is reading this I'll be surprised. I got to see Batman: Dark Knight on last Thursday, midnight showing!!!!! It was so mindblowingly full of awesome. Well the parts with Heath Ledger portraying the Joker anyway. His performance was so amazing that it most definitely deserved an Oscar nod. He was disturbing and maniacal...pure brillance. My favorite part was when he had this pencil that he jammed in the table and said that he would make it disappear. Well he sure did, when he slammed this guy's head into the table and then it was gone!! Hehehehe. Yea, the rest of the movie was dreadfully long and at times I was preparing to get up out of my seat because I thought it was over, but sadly it continued. Truly though, Ledger made the movie. If it wasn't for him, I'm not sure that I would have enjoyed it as much as I did. You just have to see it to truly get what I'm getting at. In short, he was a giant among men, and this movie will be a wonderful piece to show people what an amazing actor he was. ...Even in Brokeback Mountain, which I absolutely hated with a passion. It's undeniable that he was a remarkable actor and whether people like it or not, his legacy will be his role of the Joker in a movie that he absolutely stole the scenes out of. Okay, my li'l one is hopping around me and clucking to get my attention. I must now cater to the 1 lb. 10 oz. ferret's demands for treats, lol. Good night guys!

Wall-E was AWESOME!!!!!!

So, my b-day was lame, but I lived and all is well. Oh, and I got to finally send my book off to be copyrighted before I send it to thousands of agents, praying that someone is interested in it and eventually launching a career. Moving along...last night, I went to go see Wall-E, sans a child so I looked a bit silly...being 24 years old seeing a "children's movie." First off, it was not just a family friendly movie, it was an awesome space epic love story with robots. As a Star Wars fan, I was absolutely in love with the fact that Wall-E sounded like R2-D2 and looked like Johnny Five from Short Circuit. EVE is my new favorite Disney heroine...God, was it an amazing movie. It was humorous and everything! It had Fred Willard (I giggle whenever I see him) and Hello Dolly! In fact, everything that Wall-E knows about love and human emotion comes from a battered VHS copy he has. Robot love. Yup.
<~~~Wall-E and EVE, America's newest AWESOME POWER couple. They are so adorable.
Clearly, I don't have much to talk about. Alice has been sort of acting naughty lately, what with climbing her cage and staring at me to let her out. Seriously, she climbs all the way to the top and hangs there...like a little ninja, waiting. I need to get her a bigger cage. Dammit it all, I sometimes hate being off work because I have like nothing else to do and I sort of feel useless. I don't think Alice is feeling well because she'll play for a little bit then flop over and sleep. OMG I hope she's not sick. In fact, I'm gonna leave to play with her and make sure she's okay. Oh before I go, here's a picture of her and me. She likes to climb all over me and ride on top of my head like a pilot in a mech unit, lol. That's an anime reference, you know how like there's a person who pilots the giant robot and-well never mind, here it is:

Look at how silly I look. Alice steals the picture and I have to quickly grab her off the top of my head before she steals my brain. She sometimes reminds me of a cross between a ninja and sometimes a zombie mastermind because she knows she has me wrapped around her furry little claw. ...Okay, later guys!

Not again

Holy freaking frijole batman. I turn 24 next Wednesday. July the 2nd. I had almost forgotten until Steph so graciously reminded me. It's sort of hard to believe that until then, I'm still 23. I act like a kid so I think that not only have I confused others about my age, but I've done it to myself as well. I'm an honest and firm believer in the old saying that "You're only as old as you feel." I think it's totally true. Alice doesn't seem to care about my age though, only as long as I play with her and give her treats to fill her little tummy. *Sigh* I'm 23, still live at home, work part-time in a mall, and go to school. That's not too weird is it? ...Don't answer that. I mean I'm responsible, just broke all the time. When I'm not working or going to school, I'm usually taking care of mom and my sis. Making sure mom ate something had her insulin shot and that my sister isn't lying dead in a gutter downtown...so it works out. My time will come, it's just not now. In other news, WALL-E CAME OUT!!! I wanted to go to the midnight showing last night, but I was way too tired and Alice wanted to me to play with her instead. I love that fuzzy little ferret. I cannot wait to go see Wall-E. I might try to slip it into my schedule tomorrow. It's like one of those movies that I'll actually pay to go see in the theaters. In other other news, gas prices suck. Gas went from $4.02 to $4.29. Luckily, I got there as the sign changed but the computer did not, so I still managed to put $22.00 in my tank...and it was half-full. I hate getting to the pumps right before they change prices though because let me tell you...freaks come out the woodworks. I was stuck behind an old man who parked diagonally to put gas in his large ass old-man car and behind me was Mrs. Daisy with her large ass old-woman car. I tried signaling and screaming at the old bat to back up to let me out, but she was either blind or just a bitch, because she didn't budge. The old man decided to have a conversation with the young'un at the pump next to him, so I sat in my car for like 5 minutes waiting for his dumb ol' self to drive off, and yet I was still stuck behind him, but it worked out. It was ridiculous. Why don't we all just band together and pull a Mad Max? (Please don't hijack a gas tanker, as this could backfire on me) The government sucks ass and needs to do something about this, I knew the whole "raising minimum wage" thing was a trick. Luring us into a false sense of security. The government will be our downfall. Moving along, I'm already at work on my query letter to send out to agents so that I can become a writer and make lots and lots of money. ...Let's hope that works out for me. I'm off to war dance with my ferret now and let all the bad things go away. Later!

Dook dook dook

O...M...G... I cannot decide what I love more; my ferret who loves watching Spongebob while playing with me or my super sweet laptop that burns DVD's? Actually, I like that my ferret cuddles on chest asleep while I download anime and burn it to a DVD to watch on my TV. It's super awesome! Happiness is fur and technology, lol. Not much is happening lately, save for me playing with Alice and listening to her make her little clucking sounds. People say it's a "dook" or "dooku" sound, but to me it sounds like a chicken clucking or even her laughing at me. Copper, my chihuahua, loves her and he plays so well with her. They hop around and nuzzle each other, making animal sounds that tell us silly humans that they are having a blast. She runs in-between his legs and he lays his head on her to pin her in place. It's too much fun. I'm happy I got off work today to spend time with my fuzzy babies. As for my copy of Ninja Gaiden 2, I was making dook noises in pure happiness (still am). Everyone has said how hard this sequel is supposed to be, but for the most part, I've been okay. There wasn't anything I couldn't figure out on my own. Honestly, I'm disappointed that it's not as mega hard as everyone has been saying...and for your info, I'm on Path of the Warrior. Yea. Summer time is fun, all I have to worry about is having fun with the kids, playing video games, and going to work. Fall time might suck because video games and fun time with the kids will be taken to a minimum, as school and work (here I come 2 jobs!) take precedence. ...I'd make a chart, but my paint skills sans the mouse aren't so awesome. Fun is currently at 95% while in the fall it will drop to 5% or 10% if I'm lucky. Of course, I've always been horrible at math, seeing as how I'm an art/literature/writing type person. The only math that I can do is when I need to take me out some zombies. You see, there just needs to be one body moving when I'm surrounded and that's my body (preferably alive and not reanimated), muwahahaha. Of course, I could probably save humanity and people who enjoy math, because if I for some reason need to solve the hypotenuse of a squared isosceles triangle while a train from Boston leaves at 10am going 35 mph, then I'll have a mathematician to help me. Granted I'll be the smart one in the group because they'll need to rely on my awesomeness to survive. How the hell do I get sidetracked like this!? Is it the cuteness of my ferret or is it the blinding sweetness from my spiffy laptop? Solve that mathematicians. Okay! I need to gather provisions for it's Wednesday and we all know what comes on TV! ...For those of you oblivious to it, IT'S GHOST HUNTER NIGHT. Me and Steph gather tons of junk food and gather the furry animals, build a fort in the living room, and watch Jay and Grant hunt them some ghosts. Later guys!!

It sort of Rocked

Last night, millions of preteen "tweens" and teenage girls all over America tuned into the Disney Channel's premiere of "Camp Rock." Unfortunately, me and my ferret Alice tuned in as well. I have to say that being a High School Musical set at a camp, it was actually pretty tolerable. I liked it more than High School Musical. I did hate the whole "I'm going to lie about my life so that I look cooler and can be popular and friends with popular girls, but learn that I shouldn't fit in, but stand out and then I can be girlfriend to totally hot pop star cutie" plot. I really liked the pacing of the music and it didn't feel as forced or as cheesy (well the parts that didn't have 'rap' at least). It flowed fairly well, in my simple opinion. Plus the whole "We Rock" song totally inspires me and is super positive...then again it could be because I am brainwashed by listening to the clip of the song over and over again at work, lol. I literally sing it out loud as I work and people just sort of look at me like "WTF?" Then again, I did sing "What Time is it?" when High School Musical 2 was played last year. Damn catchy pop tunes. It's like they're trying to brainwash me into a...into a...A ZOMBIE! Oh noes! Zombies! The mall is the perfect place to brainwash the masses into zombies! Ingenious...I must be on my toes. For now, enjoy a video of "We Rock" while I plot and plan for the zombie uprising! Later guys!

The state of things

When I take a look at humanity, we all know that I mostly despise it save for children, elderly, people who love animals and try to helps others, but for the most part, I hate those "normal" people. The ones who can't tell a freaking ferret from a rat, or the ones who think a third world country is only full of terrorists and doesn't have innocent youth caught in the cross fire of old men's (and women's to be politically correct) war games. Sometimes I feel these frustrations within my own family. I know that family is family and most of us can't stand the fact that our family is dysfunctional. Well, I not only despise it, but desperately wish to know how I ended up the way I did. My mom says "warsh" and I say wash. My mom's side of the family, with the exception of my cousin Billy, have always made fun of or poked at my intelligence and overall self. Do my insecurities stem from these annoying memories of being called "big foot" and other derogatory names? Hell, who knows. I don't really care, but sometimes I wonder if my family ever stops to wonder why I get angry with them and why I am a "bitch"...probably not. Argh...I dunno. I think I'm gonna chop some zombies up and try to alleviate some of my frustrations on the undead and ninja who are trying to stop me from saving the fictional world of make believe. Reality sucks and now I can REALLY understand why some people get so absorbed into RPGS and World of Warcraft. It's a lot more fun to pretend to be someone else and feel as if you're really needed. Moving along, my ferret Alice is doing awesome. She enjoys cuddling, war dancing, playing and eating treats. Oh, did I mention that I got a sweet new laptop and Ninja Gaiden 2 for my xbox 360, if not I am now. The sweet new laptop is a HP and it's black carbonite colored with 4 gigs of whatevah! It's fast and awesome. So, fortune has blessed me with a ferret, computer, and game. OOOOOh. I'm playing the Glad Game, and God do I ever need to play it. As I'm typing now, my mom is on my case about something. What else am I glad for? Zombies, the stagnant air I breathe, being able to live in this crappy existence because it could always be worse, and uh...having the freedom to freely speak my mind. Booyah. I'm off to give my baby Alice a bath. I just hope mom shuts up soon. Later guys, wish me luck.

Little fuzzies and the thoughts in my head

So I totally love my ferret. I think we're bonding pretty well and we have fun. She war dances all over my bed and it's the cutest thing ever. Copper doesn't quite know what to make of her, but he knows that she's his baby. They get along fine, though. I've been having storms of inspiration twirling violently around in my head, so I just need to capture it all in my little journal. I'm excited about school coming up soon. I'm taking awesome classes, and did I mention that I'm taking a zombie class? Well sort of, it's about Victorian Era undead stories. I'm also taking this mythology class I've been waiting for forever. It's going to be a good semester because my tuition is mostly covered and I will be taking little Alice along with me to classes. That way I'm that odd chick who's kind of cool with her crazy exotic animal popping out of her hoodie....muwahahahaha. It should be fun. I'm also so rusty on my Japanese and this upcoming semester will help me get back into the groove of things, I will be volunteering my time to be Sensei's assistant, not her Teaching Assistant or anything. Um...clearly not much going on in my life. I might also take a stab at committing to a university club (I know, I know...shocking). We'll see how that goes. At least now I won't have to go find a second job...well technically since I'm getting work study this semester. I'm hoping to be a Japanese tutor in the reach center or something similar that I have fairly good knowledge about. Even though this is totally unrealted, I am going to run with this: I have recently found myself re-liking Stephen King. It could be due to the fact that AMC has been running 80's movies and 9 in 10 of them are movies based off of his books. I rediscovered Firestarter with a young Drew Barrymore...God she still has about the same voice and face, weird. It is during this revival of my intellectual love for his novels that I realized my dark thoughts are all thanks to him and Richard Matheson, who actually was an inspiration to King. I was like 11 and 12 reading The Green Mile and various others (Misery, Carrie, etc), and my classmates thought I was weird as did my teachers. But currently, it is also during this revival that I realize that I will more than likely be writing weird horror stories for kids and people who need simplistic books and storylines to entertain themselves. I fear that I'll never reach that multi-million dollar potential of King, but I think I'll make my mark on the fragile little minds of children everywhere. Muwahahahahaha. I figure that all I honestly want to do with my writing is somehow make an impression on people (positive! not negative) and hope that I somehow help a child not be afraid of the things lurking in their closet, or the deep recesses of their imagination and so on and so forth. God, I need to learn to focus more before I start rambling and writing as my chaotic thoughts purge forth. *Sigh* I think I'll wake Alice up so I can watch her war dance on my bed and fall off, then we'll both have a good laugh. Good night guys!

Animals with a bad rap...

So as a little girl in middle school, essentially a lone wolf, I read tons of books and kept to myself. One of my favorite series besides all the Star Wars books, was the Redwall series. A magical world of talking animals who slung swords and shot arrows at the bad guys. The bad guys consisted of weasels, stoats, rats, ferrets and the like. The good guys were mice, badgers (how in the hell?), moles, otters and so on. This categorization of certain animals as bad guys always sort of upset me. Wolves are almost always the villain and they are my favorite animal. I remember reading Outcast of Redwall and it was about this ferret named Veil who is raised in the abbey with all the good animals but he's still sort of a bad guy. I always wanted a ferret, and now that they're legal in Kentucky, I got one. I named her Alice Liddel, you know, Alice in Wonderland. There was this little boy ferret with a silver head and I wanted to get him and name him Veil Sixclaw, but he was a little rough and didn't seem too interested in me. Alice though, she followed my movements as I walked around and just telepathically begged me to pick her up. She's as sweet as can be and I wonder how a violent creature like a badger can be a good guy, but a sweet cuddly ferret is a bad guy. I believe animals can be like humans in the fact that they are neither inherently good or evil. Wolves are majestic and the Indians even thought (in some tribes) that we all evolved from the wolf. Sorry, enough rambling. I just sort of always wondered. Meh, I'm going to go play with my new little friend. Later!

Well there goes the neighborhood.

Quite literally. Me and Steph visibly watched the neighborhood's value depreciate...triple fold. Here we are, silly little white girls, driving home with food for everyone, waiting to turn onto my street, and BAM! Gunshots, a white SUV hit in the passenger side and a forest green car turning around. Don't know what the f**k happened, but the next thing I know, a gold truck pulls up and out hop two undercover cops. Stephanie is sitting there freaking out, I'm thinking "Great they might exchange fire" so I calmly tell Steph to go. As soon as the words leave my mouth we see the drawn guns of the cops and the driver suspect dude with his hands up and head shaking. I think it seriously disturbed Steph as she is from a much better part of town. It more or less just pissed me off. I mean, I'm not like from the streets or anything, but I've seen some shit in my 23 years and my neighborhood isn't a place you walk around at night by yourself...or unarmed. It's hard to really look at this neighborhood and not blame it on the white trash and people who are not the original old white people that lived here, without sounding racist. I hate stereotypes, but how do you help people who have people of their race constantly enforcing the stereotype? Like white people from the east end being stuck up assholes or the people from the south end being redneck and trashy. Or even black people from the west end being all bad. I know that not everyone fits these stereotypes, but they come from somewhere. Honestly, I think it's all the stupid idiots I used to hang out with (white kids who think they're from the 'hood) being morons in adulthood. The whole accident was possibly a sting, a drug deal gone wrong, or even the cops knowingly trailing them and waiting for the right opportunity to catch 'em. It's all so messed up and I thank God that I've made it this far unharmed and that nothing happened to myself or anyone else near this debacle. Why can't people stop trying to be bad ass and just do the shit they need to get done...well done? Seeing this whole thing has made me realize I need to work harder to just get my family out of here. So yea. Good job society. This is why I want to move to another country. Okay, I need to just chill out and drink me some of that fanciful new Mountain Dew Voltage. Yay! Later Guys!!

Ghosts, Aliens, and the Mall

I absolutely loooooove Ghost Hunters. It's like my favorite freaking show on TV and I hate TV. They've found some amazing crap that totally can change one's perspective on the afterlife, and I don't give a crap if it's all staged or not, it's still freaking sweet. Those of you who doubt it will also probably be the same people who deny that zombies exist as they feast upon your arm and you disregard it as a "crazy." ...Yea. Oh and have you all heard about this alien business? It's madness. A couple of months or so ago, I remember reading an article with a picture of a supposed UFO. Now they're saying that there's this actual footage of an alien peeking at some dude's daughters. They're analyzing it and it won't be released to the public until later on in a documentary. Damn government always trying to take our money. Now they're spending tons of money to "analyze" footage of a peeping tom alien. I swear. Moving along, here's a fantastic video by the B-52's:



I think that my mall should look just like this one, with vampire-type boy and Japanese goth girls. Yup. It would make the east end totally more awesome. Diversity and all that jazz. Clearly, with my mentioning of the absurd and a video by a band who still looks good, I have nothing else to really talk about, lol. Today was another journey from HELL with my sidekick/hip attachment. We went out to look at this min pin doggie at the metro animal services. We got a flat. We called triple A and got a jerk who didn't talk to us silly little white girls. Bastard. He just changed the tire and you would have thought we were crackin' whips and asking for iced tea...but I digress. We then leave to have the flat tire fixed (as we had the spare put on) and then tried to go back to see the dog. Well, we get there and finally manage to ask if I can see him and come to find out that he was adopted 20-30 minutes prior to our returning. I was sort of sad but saw this as a sign that I cannot yet get a dog. My dog Copper is only my dog in title seeing as how my mom and sister claim his as theirs until he does something naughty...go figure. And it's like 1 am right now and there's this damned bird outside who has been singing all freaking night for the past couple of weeks. I'm ready to walk outside with my wooden sword and beat it. Not kill it. Just make it shut up... It's driving me insane and we have a cat who lives outside. Why isn't the cat doing his job? Who knows. But the point is this, zombies will be distracted by it long enough for me to jump in the air and perform a hurricane kick to it's cranium. That's right, I went there. Eh, I'm just bored and doing what I normally do... Letting my mind carry me away and my imagination immerse me in it's wonderfully fiery depths. You know what's really weird? Hearing my name on TV. Kendra from Girls Next Door obviously has my name. MINE! It's weird to me because my name used to be rare, but now everyone is trying to be as cool as me...and playboy bunny Kendra because she has lots more money and a better body than me...damn her, lol. I know wonder how people with more common names feel. Wait, I'll call Steph and ask her. Okay, I think that's about it. I can't think of anything else to babble about to you all. Oh, I forgot to mention how bad I felt for the dogs at metro animal services. It really was like a little prison for dogs. They were all kind of lying there looking miserable. I wish I could something for them all, like free them (after neutering and spaying them of course) and let them live on a huge farm. ...When I manage to become a super awesome writer with money, I think I'll adopt them all and we'll all live on a farm, and I'll be the crazy rich animal lady on the corner with the farm. Heck yeah! Alright, g'night guys!

Good news...

I don't think that giraffe died, because I haven't seen anything on the news. AND...my hospital bills are now from like $3000 oddness to $200 oddness. Yay me and the wonderful hand known as fate! I was off the past couple of days and of course I spent them running around and taking care of my mom and sister... *exhausted expression inserted here* On Tuesday, I had to take mom to the hospital because her back was still leaking like fluids from her back surgery and I was all like, "Hmm, hope that's not spinal." Her friend panicked and made me take her to the hospital to see her doctor because he was there doing surgeries. Well, after debating it, I grudgingly agreed and made my sister drive us to the hospital. Piling up in the jeep, I sat in the backseat hoping to relax and think a bit before I had to be all adult again. We made it to the urine scented ER and waited for 2 hours just to find out the dumb ass nurses hadn't listened to a thing I said and that mom's Doctor had already left the building. I took a couple of deep breaths and refrained from screaming at the nosy woman sitting next to us and the nurses and asked my sister to drive again. After all, she got us safely to the hospital and I was upset, so she would be a better candidate to drive safely. ...Was I wrong. My sister started driving like a drunken old woman bat out of hell and after fearing for my life and the jeep potentially flipping over, I made her pull over in the middle of a lane. We switched spots and tried finding the street my mom's doctor's office was on. As much as I love the trees and greenery of Kentucky, I HATE our streets and driving all around God's creation to find a place that is mythical. I swear, I felt like Indy on the search for the Grail. My mom was in pain and all the roads we took had freaking gargantuan potholes and random patches of newer black top. And of course we couldn't find a place to get help, but somehow I managed to find a police station and went in to ask for directions. EVEN AFTER THAT...I still managed to get turned around. It was an 8-10 hour journey, but we got there. The building sat happily amongst some trees and patches of dirt from where they had decided to build business condos in the middle of nowhere. I wanted to shoot myself. It was horrible. I hate our jeep, and it was the first vehicle I really learned to drive. We got home safely of course and mom and my sister both passed out and I sat up, still wondering how I had managed to survive the harrowing ordeal of driving all around Kentucky with the two of them. So needless to say, I was totally pumped to get to work today, lol. Unfortunately, I didn't get to have any Narnia battles, so I'll have to push for them tomorrow. ...So, that's about it for my life so far. At least I had some good news. I didn't a kill a giraffe and possibly have to worry about having that on my conscience. Later guys!

The field of battle...

My cape fluttered majestically in the wind. I readied my shield and had my sword at the ready. The enemy was nearby and my mystical device was buzzing with life, voices talking. They were trying to distract me with their magic. Not I, I duck behind a mountain quickly before they notice me. The captain of their tribe saunters around, her crossbow in hand. I jump out and cry, "Ha ha ha!" The bolt from her crossbow launches itself at me, with ease I cut it down and strike a pose. Yea that's exactly how my day went the other day. We have these great beach towels on sale and these awesome sword and shield sets. So work's been fun with all that. It's a much needed reprieve to go to work and get away from the house for a while. My mom's back surgery went well and she's actually doing good. She's got an inch and a half rod in her back. Pretty much, she's being waited on hand and foot by me and my sister and not supposed to move around a lot and yet she refuses to stay in place. But like I was saying, work is a reprieve for me. Today, me and Carmen had a sword fight on the escalators outside the store; rode it up and down doing that "ha ha" laugh that ridiculous heroes make. It's so much fun with the swords and I've been crying out stuff like, "For Narnia" and stuff, lol. So yea, it's tons of fun pretending at work no less! We also have this closet behind our cash registers to put stuff and you can stand in it, so the other day at work, I got into it and jumped out (sword and shield in hand) and cried out for Narnia. So yea...that's about all that's going on lately. Playing at work and having fun and being paid for it. For now, I'm going to chill out and enjoy the couple of minutes peace I have with my mom being out cold. Thank you Valium. G'night guys!!!

Dum dum dum da dummmmm.

I changed my picture. I have to work tonight and can't wait to earn money that I now receive weekly and on Thursdays...yay! Unfortunately, I still had to pay freaking back rent of $85, but now that that's settled, I should get my own paychecks. Progress on the book is coming along well and I'm feeling pretty good about it. Very slowly, I am going over it with the fine toothed comb of my mind. Then I can send it off and have it copyrighted and then send it off to have it rejected lots of times and then finally I will be recognized for my awesomeness and become the next big author... Muwahahahahahahaha. I think I might toss in some pics of our adventure to the zoo. I think the next time I go, I wanna take my sketch book and draw pictures of the animals. Hopefully, the maned wolves will catch themselves another duck or a peacock. It was amazing. What else is going on with me...oh nothing. Just work at the mall, work in my bedroom on the book, dealing with my family (believe me that is a job all on its own), and then trying to sleep but instead working in my sleep. Yup. That's it. Okay here's the pics!!!!!!!!:

Bird on the head, hoping he didn't poop on my element hat (hey it was $25!!), then me being an explorer (eat your heart out Indy!), and finally me taming a rabid rhino. Just call me beast master.



I also had to tame a komodo dragon, they're so mean. Thankfully, I make the crocodile hunter look tame. Then finally, me driving the ghetto getaway van from Africa, seeing as we possibly killed the giraffe.

This is the poor giraffe Steph made me go get her leaves for. In Swahili, they are called Twigga. See? I learned something at Animal Kingdom. Let's hope it lived and is happily eating it's hay and biting the fingers off of grubby little children.

Kendora's adventure to the zoo

So we went to the zoo yesterday, and boy oh boy was it fun...for the most part. Of course the day I decide to go out to the zoo, there's school groups there. It was pure hell. These little idiots were in the gorilla exhibit, beating on the glass and tormenting this poor silver back and he got so pissed, he started charging and beating on the glass at them. I felt terrible for the poor guy because his normal reaction to being threatened wasn't working on those damned heathens. Their teachers didn't even do anything to stop them. Then over the P.A. this one school (one of the stupid groups that kept tormenting him)was called to stay with their groups and they asked for a school representative to come to the main office. The rest of the day passed by happily as they soon left. I think we killed a giraffe though. Stephanie wanted to pet it and we saw this one stupid family (they like followed us all over) was petting it. So I went and got it some leaves (I saw it on Jon and Kate plus 8) and we fed it. Then all of a sudden, it started gasping and eating imaginary leaves. We quickly left after we realized that it was not normal behavior. Oh yea, and before that, we saw these maned wolves catch a duck and eat it. It was awesome because how many times do you get to see such a majestic animal hunt? Luckily, there were no children that saw it, so it was fine. The duck sort of deserved it though because it kept flying into the area and teasing them, and finally...BAM they double teamed his feathered ass. The duck hit the fence and they caught him on the rebound. It was insane. So yea, that's about it. I need to eat now so I'll leave you all with the imagine of two wolves looking like overgrown foxes tugging at the corpse of a duck. The neck stretching and hearing the popping and growling... Yea. Later!

Disney officially owns my life!!!

Dammit it all to hell. I apparently still owe $60 for rent, to Disney. God, that infuriates me. I mean, why the hell didn't they ask for the money before now?! That's $60 I need to pay bills with. I don't even have enough money to freaking buy food. Geez. In other news, video games are a great way to ease my anger. *Sigh* And why am I suddenly addicted to facebook's flair application? I dunno. I just am. It's lots of fun to send buttons I think are relative to people I know. Yup. Well that's about it. I'm going to work on my book now. G'night guys.

A Haunting on Discovery Channel is GHEY.

The Discovery Channel has this delectable show called "A Haunting." It is so funny to watch because the acting is terrible, they use the same friggin'house for each episode (of course it's supposed to be a different house in a different part of the world), and yea that's about it. I try not to laugh at these people, they're always all like "God'll protect us, this is our house, huh!" Whatever, most people would flee. The smart ones anyway. If you move into a house and blood is pouring out of the walls and no one else sees it, then you're messed up and need the help of Jesus...and an expensive psychiatrist. If everyone sees it, then you need to move and/or have the house destroyed the land blessed and then you should be good to go. If all else fails, get yourself like every spiritual priest (or priestess) possible and have them perform exorcisms. If that doesn't work, then more than likely you're actually very mental ill and should once again seek yourself some religion. Anyway, time is of the essence isn't applying to me right now. We have these wonderful things called on-call shifts where you may or may not work and it's damn near impossible to plan your day around such a shift. For example, if I start a project like writing or working on my book, then I'll have to stop mid-way through to go to work and my flow is disrupted. So, I'm waiting to see if they're going to us me tonight at work. It was so slow last night, that we could have been self-service, to quote Kevin. I want to go out and do something, but I'm waiting to call. Because my luck works like this:

Friend: OMG! Kendra! I got free tickets to [insert popular punk/rock band here]! Wanna go?!
Me: DUDE! SWEET, yes! Oh wait, I'm on call tonight from 6pm to 10 pm. We have been slow all week though...and they haven't used their on-calls so far. Lemme just call and check. *Dials work on her cell*
[insert one of my awesome managers here]: Oh hey Kendora!
Me: Hey, just wonderin' if you guys need me tonight...
[insert same awesome manager]: Yes we do.
Me: *Internally struggling and trying to keep from screaming* Yea! Okay awesome...

Yes that is the way it works. But I love my place of business so much, that it's fine. Seriously, I look forward going into work to see the stupidity of the masses. I love the people that are so excited about the sale prices that they don't believe the signs, nor my co-workers...they have to ask me about it as well. It's mind-blowing to them. God, how I wish to enjoy and be amazed by the simplicity that is $5 t-shirts and 40% off of already reduced prices! Work provides me socialization and free entertainment. I recommend that everyone get a job. It pays you to entertain and be entertained by the masses. The only problem is if you are one of the many who suspect a zombie uprising soon. Then you may not want a job in a mall or surrounded by lots of people. Unless you are a ninja like myself. Okay, I'm now going to scrounge for food and waste the rest of my time waiting to call for my shift. Later guys!

summa time is upon me

Weeeeeell, summer is officially on for me. I just decided that today. I didn't have to be anywhere and outside of work, I am able to just do whatever I want...at least that's what I tell myself. I'm sure most of my free time (evenings to the wee hours of the morning) will be spent either working on my book or killing me some zombies. I had a dream about zombies last night actually. It was a weird one... I'm getting pretty pumped up about my upcoming trip to Disney World in June. We're driving down and I'm debating on whether or not to take my beloved PSP in case the Wicked soundtrack and various other musicals that I usually like, suddenly become brain pollution. Steph and Kristen really, and I do mean really, like the musical of Wicked, so I can only imagine what they're going to put on those road trip CD's. I don't even own a freaking portable CD player anymore. Maybe I'll fill my mp3 player, plus PSP with music. Hmmm, yes that could work. OH! I can buy a couple of zombie movies for my PSP. ...Clearly not much is going on in my life right now, lol. I've been on a movie kick lately, just re-watching movies and stuff like that. Before I go to bed tonight, I just want to leave you all with this to keep in mind when zombies attack. Head shots need to count. Make sure that you have at least a baseball bat handy at hand in case the undead decide to pay your bedside a visit. Hell, keep one in the bathroom in case a loved one turns and comes at you while you're trying to "do your business." BE PREPARED is all I'm saying. Right. G'night guys!!!




I just want to let everyone know that for the record...I am mostly sane and not completely delusional. 'Kay thanks bye! =)

So much happening all at once...

I'm still getting bills from having my damned gall bladder taken out. The bastard at the hospital was such a jerk about it when I called to ask about it being written off or if there was a payment plan I could do. He informed me that the hospital had already written off $1000 of it and I had over $1000 in services that I needed to pay for. I was just like, "DID you hear me, sir? I am poor. Why else do you think I filled out charity applications for the hospital?" But apparently, I still need to miraculously pull a thousand some odd dollars out of my friggin' belly button. He said that the legal department would take action. ...Right. I hate bill collectors and hospitals, I would have been better off letting a crackhead take my stupid gall bladder. Good news though despite my miserable sometimes humorous excuse for a life, I GOT ALL A's in school. Yay for me. 4.0 people. I am awesome...most of the time. I uh, need to see if I can get on the Dean's list, since I recently discovered that at my craptastic university, you have to APPLY for it. It makes no sense, but nothing in my life does, which is why it is sometimes humorous. I got my manuscript back from Shannon, but honestly...I'm afraid to read her comments. I need to suck it up though, because if I become a published writer, I'll have to read lots of comments, both good and bad. *Sigh* In the world of zombies lately, I haven't had the time to slaughter any. I watched the movie "Diary of the Dead" and it was, well, interesting to say the least. It focused on the obsession of the main protagonist and his obsession with voyeurism and capturing all the footage of the zombie outbreak. It was an okay movie. You know another pretty awesome movie? Take a guess, we all know that I love obscure 80's cult films. The Legend of Billie Jean. I watched it like a month ago and loved it loved it loved it. Today I watched Christine (which had the same guy from Legend of Billie Jean- did you know that Helen Slater and Christian Slater are not related?), all the way through for the first time. It was sweet too. Maybe I should stop watching violent movies with blood and watching revolution movies in between. One thing I have learned from these movies I watch is that 1) the man is always trying to get you down, 2) Zombies are slow, but move incredibly fast when they're within arms reach, 3) revolution is always the answer, 4) if revolution fails, VIOLENCE and brute force are the next best answer, and 5) make awkward advances towards a love interest while you can because tomorrow a zombie/demon possessed car/bill collectors will eat you/kill you/steal you soul. So beware. On this 2am morning note, I leave you all with a clip of my most favoritest zombie game EVER. And it's coupled with the great music from the end of the original 'Dawn of the Dead.' Enjoy.

the headaches never cease

My finals are all almost over... ALMOST!!! Tomorrow and I am done dealing with damn finals. I've got such a headache from it all. Good news though, my store is being taken back by the original owners so that means free park admission!!! Yay. Life is feeling pretty good. My headache is getting worse looking at this screen. I'll try updating again later or something. Good night!

Still alive and wandering about through life...

Had to see a play at my university last night, don't know exactly how I felt about it, other than I felt racist because I didn't find it the least bit interesting. The main actress was amazing though. We had an earthquake yesterday morning and I woke up first thinking that a) watching Ghost Hunters had somehow influenced poltergeists to shake my bed, b) the mothership was landing to take me away and my father's conspiracy theories were true, c) the rapture was happening, d) a car had crashed into our house, e) a bomb exploded or plane crashed, and finally the last thought to occur to me was "OMG WTF is this an earthquake?!!?!?!??!" So yes. I thought about the absurd possibilities first rather than being intellectual about the whole thing. It only lasted 30 seconds, but I've never experienced an earthquake and where I live we only worry about tornadoes... I am almost done with finals and man, school is really eating up a lot of my damn time. I'm hoping to post more during the summer if I don't pick up a second job. I dunno yet...then again I should be working on my book. I just have to polish up my first one, send it off to the copyright office, and then for the next couple of years pull that starving artist bit where I send thousands of manuscripts out and when I'm lying on my deathbed, someone finally decides to publish it and my wealth and fame is posthumous. We all know that's how the world works right? Maybe not...I don't know what's in store for me in the end, so I have a small glimmer of hope. OH, I've recently discovered the musical and book of Wicked. It's pretty interesting to think of Oz in a much different manner than the 40 something books written about Oz and Dorothy and Ozma and the gang. But alas, I cannot write about anything else because I must be off on my own journey to work. Actually quick sort of funny story, I was opening the store one day and one of my co-workers came to the gate for me to let her in and without thinking about it, I said, "No one gets in to see the Wizard! No one, no how!" Yea...I suck. Later guys!!!!

Humor in the weirdest of places

So, Copper, my chihuahua who lives inside, decides that he was going to be sneaky. As I was in the laundry room arguing with my mom (I've got a terrible headache and stomach issues), he comes in and takes the opportunity to eat some cat food. He's on a diet and doesn't like the stuff we're giving him, Iams weight formula or something or the other. So I hear crunching and assume it's the cat, but no mom starts yelling at him and calling him a "thief" and I'm just like "Err okay?" He retreats back a little back and then swoops back in and gets a mouthful of her food and runs back out into the kitchen where we can hear him still crunching. It was just really funny, watching him trying to be slick about it and watching us very closely. I had to go home early from work because I got sick and honestly I'm feeling a lot worse. I'm just ready for this month to be over. I think I may lay down for a while or try to work on my little projects. Bleh. Later guys.

March equals my month from hell

Tuesday, I had to put my dog down. My 12 year old black lab, named Queenie. I was with her when they injected her and it all happened so fast. When we got home, I had to dig a hole to bury her in. It's been a rough and horrible month. I'm at the point where I feel like I need to rush through everything and get it all done so that I can just be in my own mind and by myself. I need a change of scenery and a new life, at least that's how I feel sometimes. Hopefully things are going good for all of you and yea... Later guys.

Hoop Jumpers

So this guy tells my manager Coreen that she made him jump through hoops and we had lost a customer. "Blahity blah, we spend at least $3000 in here a month. I don't like that you made me jump through hoops, blah blah blah, you lost me as a customer, blahity bloo." I was like WTF? and had to refrain from saying, "Sir, I think you mean you spend at least $30 in here a month and I'm sure all you bought today was clearance." Of course his strife was because company policy states that we have to give refunds back on the credit card the item was purchased on and he was being a little bitch about it, but Coreen let my co-worker go ahead and give it to him because she's nice. People suck. I think we all do hoop jumping though. It's like there's two types of people, people who perform and people who wear masks because life is like a circus and we're jumping through hoops either performing or wearing masks. I am the type of person who performs because I don't want people to see my real feelings or how much pain I am actually in. Therefore, I put on a show to entertain everyone and make myself feel better. The people who wear masks have it the hardest because they have to blend into each environment they are in. They have to pretend to be one person when they are truly someone else. At least as a performer, I can be myself by making my pain humorous. I am almost done re-editing my book to pass off to Shannon again. School sucks and I wrote a 10 page paper for nothing because I miss one class and the teacher decides to make it an oral presentation instead. Yea, too bad no one even goes to that class, and I haven't seen the people who were supposed to be in my group since like the beginning of the semester. I think they dropped the class. This is my crazy "I hate white kids" teacher. The one that talks about the Holocaust but some how believes that African-Americans had it harder...yea I dunno. She forgets about the Native American Indians and the terrible things that happened to the Irish and Indentured Servants, but anyway... I'm sorry this post is so random, I just figured I hadn't updated in a while, so here I am filling your mind up with nonsense and rambling. I was thinking of maybe doing a whole thing on books and my interpretations on them as my future blog entries...but I may alternate since I have to give you all information to survive zombie attacks. Hmm. I am in a dilemma. I wonder how everyone in Florida is doing. I miss them and if they are still reading my blog....HELLLLLLLOOOOOO! Okay, before I get any further into my ranting, I'll stop here. Later guys!!

Why I love Easter

see more crazy cat pics

That sums it up for me, lol. Peeps are fun, and I'm totally happy that people use them for recreational things like this. Well, not much has been happening to me lately except I have to work, school, work, and then some more school. Will I ever have a social life? I haven't even had time to really edit my book. It's frustrating. Eventually it'll all happen for me. We might be getting a pug, which would be awesome because I love animals and sometimes I feel like animals understand me even better than kids, lol. I got to visit my little cousins for a bit on Sunday, and it was cool. I got them an action figure and a shirt and they liked them, I think. Meh, I need to finish up some stuff for school and then go to said institution of DOOM. So I was just doing my monthly update, lol. Later guys!!!!!!

school is now the bane of my existence

ARGHH!!! I got so much to do this semester and I'm ready to flip out. Just walk into the library and start putting books in the wrong spot and loudly asking everyone if they're getting anything done. Man...And it's snowing, but I'll probably have to get in my craptacular car and drive in the snow and be stuck at the mall in 10-12 inches of snow. On a brighter note, here's a hilarious video from Japan and it is in Tokyo Disneyland (I think). Enjoy and I'll see ya real soon.

Narnia...What the heck?

So, The Chronicles of Narnia movie number 2 will be coming out soon, and yes I do know C.S. Lewis' famous work, and I am being a smart ass. Well, watching the previews, I got to thinking...Why is it everytime someone goes to Narnia, it needs to be saved? What the hell man? I mean how lame would that be if everytime you go to a magical land, you're asked to save them? It's like, "Dude, I saved you all last time. Why can't I just come and have tea with Mr. Tulmulus?" And what about Aslan, is he just a figure head? I mean the stupid kids didn't really do anything. And again, they have to go back and save the world of Narnia again. I would just stop going and tell them to e-mail me when they didn't need someone to save their asses...lazy bastards. Anyways, I shocked myself today at work...literally. I was changing light bulbs and this one sparked, bzzted, and then exploded and shocked the crap out of my hand. It probably doesn't help that I was wearing a ring on my thumb, because it only seemed to help conduct the electricity through my arm. My manager was all OMG!!! and I was like "I need a minute." I was laughing the whole time though. Then I was ringing up this adorable little girl and I offered to cut her phone out of the packaging so she could play with it immediately. Well of course I cut my index finger (on the same hand that got shocked) and started bleeding profusely. But I hid it from the little girl and rang up my next customer real fast, to which she responded, "Oh...you're bleeding." Thank you Captain Obvious. ...Just call me Sparky Sharp. Geez. I need to shower and unwind now. See you guys later!!

Traffic, the bane of my existence.

TWO HOURS. IT TOOK ME FREAKING TWO HOURS TO GET HOME. It's a freaking 15 minute drive to and from work, but it took me 2 hours to get home. I ate my cold chips and queso, trying not to get out of my car to kick the person's asses in front of me!
I drive to take the expressway home, and had to turn all the way around and then take the looooooooong way home. I swear. So pissed... And at work, this lady got mad at me because I politely told her she needed a driver's license to use her unsigned credit card because it's our store policy, and of course she gave me the "I didn't plan on coming here!" So, wanting to avoid an argument or upset the lady, I said she could use her card but next time she'd need to have her ID. She promptly informed my manager that I was snooty. Right, a 23 yr old girl working in a kid's store wearing freaking bunny ears on her head, being snooty? I seriously doubt it, because I am awesome. I'm never rude to people either...unless they totally deserve it, and then I subtly insult them. You learn a few things after 7+ years of retail. It's been an adventure. I passed my midterm though in British Literature, so it sort of makes up for the whole crappiness of my life...for a short moment anyway, lol. This week was sort of cool because I got to watch my new little cousin, whom I have dubbed "Scrappy Doo." He was awesome because he's a baby and didn't freak out and totally was good for me. So, that makes up for it too. Eh...I'm going to go eat me some grapes and play pokemon. G'night guys! Enjoy this amazing video of zombies dancing to one of my favorite anime theme songs.

My Chihuahua is awesome

So, seriously, I had a mid-term today and even though I studied, it was still hard. I think I did okay. I also had a Japanese presentation on Japanese Office Ladies, which I thought rocked but I know that it wasn't all I wanted it to be. Mainly because only like 5 of us besides Sensei showed up and she was pissed off the whole time. I passed my book off to Shannon finally, and I am so paranoid as to whether or not it's okay. I came up with a lot of stuff to add but Billy took a while editing it for me, and I don't want to edit or add anything until I've had Shannon and Kevin read it, that way I don't have to worry about what to change and I can delegate everyone's opinion. Work's been work, nothing new though. My sister has decided to accept that fact that the zombie wars can come at anytime and has asked to read the survival guide. I of course with the help of Billy, will help guide her along the path to ultimate zombie beating apprentice. For only Billy, myself, and a select few can be MASTERS! Copper's been so awesome lately, he barks when he wants something and he is just generally awesome. I've trained him to be a zombie hunting hound...we're still working on it, lol. At least he can fetch his toys and alerts us when there's something afoot! Okay, that's it. Good night guys!

Oooooh weeeeeee oooooooh

So we went to Shogun the local Japanese steakhouse that has Hispanic people only working there (aside from the non-Japanese Asians), and this glass just toppled over and broke. It didn't fall from a height and the little girl sitting there didn't even touch it. Stephanie was watching it and said that it just tipped over. Freaky right? Then we get home to watch Ghost Hunters, go figure. Not a whole lot has been happening in my life, actually that's probably a lie because we all know how wacky I am. A couple of weeks ago, this one lady was all like "Why are these shirts two different prices when they're exactly the same?" Here's how it went down:
Me: Umm ma'am, this one is Space guy and this one is Kid goes into the future.
Her: Well...why is this one more than this one?
Me: Ma'am, this one is older than this one and it was on clearance before the Space guy shirt. Do you still want both of them??
Her: Fine, whatever...........Are you sure that's right? That that's the right price?
I was like, geeeeez. People are so stupid. Why does that stuff always happen to me? Then, this other lady (like a week or so, maybe) and her little girl are getting princess things and I told her that the prince that goes with her is on clearance. I tell her so and the little girl starts freaking out, and the mom tells me to go ahead and get it so they can see it. When I come back to them, the little girl just flips the freak out and starts bawling and yelling at me, telling me the doll is for boys. I'm just like "WTF??" and quickly get it out of her sight to shut the kid up. Mom's all like, "She's okay, she just hit her face on the counter." ...Riiiiiiight. Well, right before I leave for the day, they come back to return the princess doll, they do this a lot apparently, and I see the little girl. Now, I'm awesome with children and they love me, as we know by my magnetic ass, and I jokingly say, "Hey! You back to cause trouble?" She starts to snivel and Inner Kendra burst forth. "Geez, sorry sorry, don't want ya to cry anymore. It's all good- She's not going to cry now is she?" Mom just gaped at me and I left feeling triumphantly. So that's about all that's happened. I'm going to continue watching Ghost Hunters and ponder the many weird things that happen in my life. G'night guys.

Have I mentioned...

That I hate my school? Yes, I hate it with the fury of a thousand burning suns. For the most part though, I do enjoy going to school and conversing with some of the smarter professors. Although there's not many that I actually like. A lot of people like my school, but I dunno... I just seem to have a lot of horrible dealings with them. Anyway, I was wanting to tell you guys about the other day. University parking is super craptastic, and this particular day, I had to park at the stadium and take a shuttle to the main part of campus. Well, it was the end of the day and I was running to catch the bus (keep in mind this is at like 7:30-8pm and it is cold and dark. A lot of the bus drivers see you running, but drive off anyway. As I neared the bus I got exicted and started to slow down, because he hadn't drove off yet. No he didn't drive off until I had reached the damn doors!! So, I do the little run following the bus and yelling and waving my arms...but he's still going. Finally, I scream out an obscenity against the University and give the bus the grand ole' bird. I'm flicking the bus off yelling about how stupid the school is, when suddenly, he stops the bus. For once in my life, I was embarrassed and turned and walked quickly away. He actually yelled at me and I ignored him and pretended to be on my phone. It's funny how trying to be polite you get no attention, but when you're being a raging lunatic, people stop. It sucked, but boy was it funny. Okay, just thought I'd give you all that little tid bit of humor. G'night guys!!!

no no no no no!!!!

I swear, random crap only happens to me. Like today, I stroll into the bathroom in the theatre arts building, do my business and guess what? NO FREAKING TOILET PAPER!!! I now truly understand why the Japanese just carry their own damned tissue. I literally cried out when I realized I had no T.P. and thankfully an old lady gave me some from the stall next to me. Only me. When I eventually get to go to Japan, I will make sure to carry a roll with me EVERYWHERE. Ahem, at any rate, I am going to take Copper with me to class on Tuesday (he's my uber cool dog). And on that note, I have a lot of homework to try and diminish before Monday. G'night guys!!