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.