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!