The wonderful adventures of the great Kendora

Being a grown up

2011-06-26T14:44:00.002-04:00

I'll be 27 in about a week — well six days to be exact. I don't feel 27. I don't feel like an adult, but I've come to the realization that I have been doing adult things lately. For instance, I am making the attempts to cook at home more and doing my best to be even more frugal than I usually am. But these aren't necessarily adult things, just things that I guess I've upgraded. I keep a tidy apartment and worry not only about bills, but what I'm going to write about for articles and research. Maybe this gradual shift in maturity +20 is due to the ever awesome Awesome Sauce in my life. I want to set a good example for her I suppose. Ever since she was born my schedule has been hectic and sometimes it becomes damn near impossible to get anything done. I don't know if the chaos that is my schedule and life is due to my trying to make sure I see her nearly everyday or what. With school, tutoring, and doing research it sometimes feels that I have no time for anything. The only thing that I look forward to is seeing Awesome Sauce and keeping her for the weekend. *Sigh* I'm so tired even now as I force myself to write this. I need a nap. I really don't have much else to say. I guess I'll try to come up with something later to entertain you all with. Later!

Working as a test scorer

2011-06-23T21:14:00.002-04:00

Lameness ensues. They can't decide what the hell counts and what doesn't. Spelling sure as hell isn't important. If I was to try and list the many different ways you can actually spell "apologize" I think the internet would crash. The education of today's youth worries me greatly. I mean, if a child cannot even spell "like" at the fourth grade level... I mean what are the teachers doing? I know many a great teachers and I know that educators cannot follow the children home to make sure that they are doing homework and reinforcing what they've learned. Home environments should be taken into consideration but how exactly do you stop a neverending chain of limited education? It's a bit bleak, but something needs to be done. The most discerning thing about my job is that I am not making a difference. The higher ups come and tell us to essentially lower the standards so that more kids are able to pass. There's no way to alert anyone about the absolute inability for a student to spell words to make a coherent sentence. ...And this is why we are all screwed if the zombie apocalypse hits us when we're old and the children of tomorrow unleash hell on earth and open a fire exit which then lets the zombies in to devour all of us stuck in wheelchairs because they couldn't read. But seriously, these kids need some hooked on phonics or something. Ish.

Say whaaa?

2011-06-18T17:45:00.002-04:00

Okay, so obviously keeping up with stuff is not my forte. Anyway, a lot has happened since I graduated. I have a niece named Addison whom I call Awesome Sauce. I am a graduate student who is also a professor/part-time lecturer, and I work as a tutor for Japanese language and Humanities. For the summer though, I am working at this lame place that grades the standardized tests that kids have to take in school — more on that in a minute. I have been nothing but busy busy busy. Unfortunately, I am still an unpublished person, but I did manage to present a paper at a conference. Come fall I will be attempting a panel at an anime convention with two of my friends who share my interests and are mostly sane too!

Right now for the summer, I cut grass on the weekends, and keep my super awesome niece on the weekends. During the week I grade those tests I mentioned. They are horrible. If you really want to know if your kids are learning anything...let me just tell you that no they are not. For every 20 stupid kids there's like one smart one. I wish I was making this up. Apparently kids are not on the same level I remember being on. Come on, I mean in the fourth grade I could spell "special" and "poisonous" — granted I was at a high school reading level, but still! It's quite tragic to be reading what they have read and seeing their responses! I would like to talk more about the hilarious responses but I signed a thing that said I wouldn't talk about the tests outside of the company. ...Because I'm totally going to sell this information to the other countries that are much further ahead of us in education (PLEASE NOTE that this sarcasm). We can't even take our cell phones into the building because there is "sensitive" material. I'm sorry, I can't take these policies seriously because when you hire people that have 40+ hours of college and no degree, I'm a little leery about how legit it can be. Don't get wrong though, I love $11 an hour, but this is one of the most tedious and boring jobs I've ever had. I had my "table leaders" as well. They suck. They're like managers only they're worse because they're not even really managers. When we grade the tests we have to do so by following a criteria that we are trained on. Well, it doesn't help when my table leaders always disagree on the grade I want to give (which I grade using the rubric given to us) and they insist on not following the rubric. Let me give you an example that I am totally going to make up:

Me: So this student says that "Tigers are orange with stripes to help them hide in a Wal-mart gardening section." The rubric states that if they at least infer that the animal they have chosen is the way it is then they get at least a 1. I gave them a one because they obviously understand that tigers' color and stripes help them to blend in...granted Wal-Mart is the last place I think I'd find a tiger.
Them: No it's a 0.
Me: *looks at rubric* Um, well there's this example that they gave in training. This example has the student saying that "Cheetahs have spots to help them hide in Target when they go through the home and garden department." This kid got a 1 because it was inferred that they were referring to a cheetah's spots being camouflage. ...Isn't this sort of the same thing?
Them: Nope. Not at all.
Me: ...Fine. *swallows rage and urge to flip a table over*
***Twenty minutes later*
Them: Kendora, why'd you give this a 0?
Me: What is this a trick question?
Them: What?
Me: Nevermind. Because you told me to give it a 0.
Them: Well it's actually a 2.

And that's how lame my table leaders are. Did I mention that they are bitches? Because they're total bitches. At least I get to talk to the super effeminate gay gentleman that sits next to me and we totally have awesome conversations about Victorian literature, how big of bitches our table leaders are, and vintage horror movies. Win.

Well I think that this is a good comeback post. I am going to make a better effort to update because I think my niece needs a chronicle of just how awesome I am and how mega awesome she is. ...And on that note, she has awaken from her 20 minute power nap and is now demanding that I cater to her. Later!

I can do it...maybe.

2010-01-02T17:41:00.000-05:00

So, I would like to make some effort to keep an updated blog. Unfortunately, I don't think I have anything really funny or awesome to contribute. Meh, I'll keep trying. I graduate in the spring and I'm hoping that maybe I'll have more time to write here or something. Currently, I haven't given up the ghostly spirit of writing and still intend to somehow become a published and well paid author! *strikes pose* ...It may be a while, but I'll get there. I may have to be a super cool professor first.

...Today's post was really meant to just let everyone know I'm still alive. I'll try to update again when I have something productive to say. Later.

No way?! Nearly a year?

2009-10-16T22:24:00.003-04:00

Hmm indeed. It has been that long. I guess I just got busy. Life, work and college. Per usual, I'm busy and stretched thin. I still want to be a writer and hope to be one of those cool professor writers who teaches because I have nothing better to do. My chihuahua Copper died, and this past July I got a new Chihuahua puppy. I named her Juliet, but I call her JuJu. She's a merle chihuahua. I also have four ferrets; Alice Liddel, Eva, Fritz and Ernst. All Disney names of course. Ferrets are most awesome. What else is new...Oh that agent ended up getting promoted and never responded to me, so it's back to editing my novel and sending it back out to agents. It'll be fine though. Everyone seems to think I'm depressed, but I'm not. I'm just tired. There's so much going on in my head and I'm trying to keep all my balloons together. I will graduate this upcoming spring and it's back to college to get my master's in the fall. I can do it. I'll be a Doctor of AWESOME.

In more boring news, I really want to see "Where the Wild Things Are." I also need to finish reading "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies." Oh, and I need to figure out whether or not I'm going to do a picture of Jay Gatsby (from Fitzgerald's book) as a zombie. Anything to get zombies incorporated into my daily life. Did I ever mention I took a Victorian English class where we discussed the undead? It was sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.

Well it's a crappy update, but I'm alive. I'll try to keep everyone updated and maybe get back into the habit of writing fun and interesting stuff. Yay! Good night guys.
Oh...here's a picture of my newest addition:

Juliet being cute!

Kendora lives!!!!!!

2008-11-20T14:59:00.002-05:00

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

2008-11-02T09:34:00.002-05:00

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...

2008-10-12T14:18:00.002-04:00

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

2008-10-08T19:30:00.002-04:00

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...

2008-10-03T18:50:00.003-04:00

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...

2008-09-29T09:51:00.002-04:00

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...

2008-09-24T00:10:00.002-04:00

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...

2008-09-15T09:51:00.001-04:00

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

2008-08-30T10:44:00.003-04:00

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

2008-08-17T11:15:00.002-04:00

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

2008-08-09T00:51:00.002-04:00

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!!!

2008-08-06T13:49:00.003-04:00

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!

2008-08-04T18:55:00.002-04:00

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!!!!

2008-07-29T23:19:00.002-04:00

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

2008-07-27T20:28:00.002-04:00

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

2008-07-23T21:16:00.003-04:00

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!!!!!!

2008-07-07T17:15:00.003-04:00

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

2008-06-27T15:08:00.002-04:00

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

2008-06-25T13:42:00.002-04:00

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

2008-06-21T12:34:00.003-04:00

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

2008-06-18T10:36:00.002-04:00

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

2008-06-12T00:16:00.002-04:00

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...

2008-06-06T22:52:00.002-04:00

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.

2008-06-05T20:39:00.003-04:00

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

2008-06-05T00:40:00.003-04:00

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...

2008-05-29T17:46:00.002-04:00

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...

2008-05-25T21:01:00.002-04:00

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.

2008-05-17T14:13:00.004-04:00

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

2008-05-15T12:43:00.002-04:00

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!!!

2008-05-13T00:01:00.002-04:00

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.

2008-05-08T14:22:00.002-04:00

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

2008-05-05T22:43:00.002-04:00

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...

2008-05-03T02:26:00.003-04:00

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

2008-04-22T21:37:00.002-04:00

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...

2008-04-19T16:37:00.003-04:00

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

2008-03-29T16:12:00.002-04:00

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

2008-03-27T13:45:00.002-04:00

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

2008-03-23T20:32:00.002-04:00

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

2008-03-18T13:41:00.002-04:00

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

2008-03-07T15:40:00.002-05:00

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?

2008-02-24T16:35:00.003-05:00

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.

2008-02-22T20:23:00.003-05:00

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

2008-02-19T22:15:00.002-05:00

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

2008-02-13T21:47:00.002-05:00

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...

2008-02-02T00:46:00.000-05:00

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!!!!

2008-01-31T21:44:00.000-05:00

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!!

Hanni Furasshu!!

2008-01-31T02:37:00.000-05:00

Dude, I can't take it. Cutie Honey is like one of my secret (and embarrassing) favorite Japanese movie/manga/anime/TV show. Right now, I am trying to watch it as it comes out- the TV show I mean. Cutie Honey The Live. I love Engrish. They don't even bother to put "action show" after live. The Japanese are super awesome. But anyways, this show is incredibly silly and full of fan service. I giggle every time I watch her deflect bad guy attacks with her boobs, because it is super funny and she's all smiles when she does it. And since I know you guys are thinking "What the hell??" I will tell you about Honey. She's been around since like 1973 and is still going strong. A movie was made a while back, like 2004, but it has spawned lots of varying anime (cartoon) incarnations. It's fun to note that the opening theme song (included in this post) has remained the same since the first Honey cartoon (lyric wise), of course this is obviously a modern version (and my favorite so far). Oh and I know you're still confused, but she's a robot who yells "Honey Flash" and can change her outfits into whatever. She's also super ditzy... So this is all that I could come up with after watching two new episodes and it being like 3am. The lack of sleep that my body is craving, has urged me to make this post and let you guys glimpse into one of my more embarrassing secrets. ...Of course, you guys are probably thinking that it's no worse than me talking about zombies. In fact, I'm sure you're surprised that I even like something other than zombies, lol. Okay good night now for real- er good morning. Later peoples!!!

Sondheim

2008-01-30T23:43:00.000-05:00

So we saw "A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum" at our university theatre. It was funny and I liked it, but OMG they could not sing to save their souls. But, OMFG they were super funny. I gotta work on this thing for my acting class and we have to pretend to be doing a job interview. Me and this other guy decided to do a Bridal Consultant interview, only he's trying to get the job. It'll be funny. I like funny. Not much else is happening in my hecticness that is life. Hope everyone is well and stocking up provisions and fortifying their house for when zombies attack. Talk to you guys later~!

Hail to the pumpkin song

2008-01-27T17:05:00.000-05:00

I've recently come to realize I am totally twisted in my ideas, humor, and yea...just twisted. I suppose it makes life more interesting for me. Listening to "This is Halloween" while you crack some zombie skulls in a dark mall overrun with them, is entertaining to me. It would freak out anyone else...did I mention it's the Marilyn Manson version? Yea. I've got some good ideas for future scribblings and they're all involving death or something dark. Although they're dark in nature, there's still a lot of humor in them. Anyway, not much has been happening lately. I work and go to school and occasionally play one video game for about 1-2hrs. when I have free time. I'm going to buy this art kit at work to help me get back into the habit of drawing. I intend on doing all the drawing for my book...when my cousin eventually finishes reading it. He's like the busiest person I know. So I don't want to rush him, especially since I truly value his opinion. Bleh. I need to do some laundry and blow-dry my hair and study/read for school. G'night guys!

stupid sinuses

2008-01-25T17:00:00.000-05:00

My nose is runny, my head hurts, and when I turn my head a certain way I can feel the pressure in my facial muscles...does that make sense? I hope I don't have a sinus infection. My sore throat is going away, so that's a good sign. I've been laying in bed and trying to get some rest. I think it's working. I just have to keep drinking hot tea and stuffing my face with food. After all, the saying goes, "Feed a cold and starve a fever." I hated not going to work today, I hate staying in bed, but I guess it's a good thing I didn't go, or else I would never get enough rest to get better and I could have gotten worse by going to work and overexerting myself. My muscles are killing me, I'm going to go ahead and lay back down. I suppose I just wanted to post and let everyone know I'm alive but feeling like a zombie, lol. Talk to you all again later. G'night!!!!!!!!!!!

Zombie Smash!

2008-01-17T23:35:00.000-05:00

School is funny because there was this lady in my English class that posted a nasty comment to one of my responses and so I responded in kind. It just sucked because she didn't stop posting stupid things after I tried ending it. But it's cool, she's just some 30 yr old lady that has no life but to only argue with people younger than her to and make herself look good. Too bad that I am still smarter than her. Kendra FTW (that's for the win for those of you not Internet speak savvy). I'm actually excited about going back to work tomorrow, only because I feel like I need to be earning money, ya know? Due to being busy with school and homework and work, I haven't had much time to smash me some zombies. Thankfully, I finally got a couple of minutes tonight to do some zombie smashing. I'm also trying to actually save me some survivors this time around so that I can level up better. A good tip for those of you is: if someone has a wound, make sure it's not a bite. An injured person could infect your entire party. And remember, a party that is too big can have discord and mutiny, so keep them small and effective. Only equip people who are reliable and can be counted on. ...If only the Artificial Intelligence on the survivors in the game could do this... Aaaaaaaaanyway, just thought I'd drop by. Good night for now guys. Later!!

Recipe Pirate!

2008-01-16T20:04:00.000-05:00

So this cartoon on Cartoon Network is cute...it's called Chowder and this guy is calling someone who doesn't follow the recipe a "Recipe Pirate!" It's funny. Today as we sat in the Student Activity Center (aka the SAC), I noticed the little birds getting on the ground and rolling around in the mulch. It was the damnedest thing. I thought maybe getting the dirt in their wings and feathers would keep them warm. Who knows? Anyway, I think I might enter this short story competition to get myself $200. Right, that's a little ambitious huh? I came up with a good idea and will enter it as well as a poem I wrote a long time ago. We could all use some extra cash right? So yea...Yay for school. I'm hungry and will probably go and smash zombie brains now. Later guys!
Actually, I'll probably go ahead and do some reading for class and get that out of the way. Either way...there'll be moaning and groaning.

OMG...hahaha..funny stuff and more

2008-01-14T21:48:00.000-05:00

So I am going to do a presentation on Office Ladies in Japan, aka OL's. This is one of the funniest videos I have ever seen, because this is how I feel on a daily basis. On another note, I was wanting to enter this zombie movie contest thingie, but I don't have the time or the resources to do it. George A. Romero is making a new movie call "Diary of the Dead" and is hosting a contest in which he'll put the winning shorts onto the movie's DVD release. My classes are pretty cool so far, I think I'm really going to like my acting class, because it's so laid back and will help me with my public speaking skills. Yea. Not much has happened at work lately, but I have noticed that people don't bother you if your work shirt isn't visible. For example, this past Sunday, I had to clean the store front windows out in the mall before the store was open. I decided that I wanted to wear my hoodie over my shirt to keep from being asked stupid questions by mall patrons. Because Lord knows that people will ask for your help only when you're trying to not fall off a ladder while cleaning glass, or if you're on your break. It's like they only want you when you're busy, but I digress. No one bothered me or looked twice at me, it was like I had a cloak of invisibility on, of course I was dressed in all black with my hoodie on (my shirt is a nice red). When I had to go back out to mop the floor inside and outside of the gate, sans the hoodie, I was assaulted with questions and demands while I was inside the locked up store. Go figure. People are insane. Now, maybe this is a sign that we can avoid zombies by wearing a color that doesn't attract them. My red shirt is essentially like the color red is to a bull. Unfortunately, my ladder and my cheap ass sponge mop could not be used as a weapon in case of zombie attacks because the durability of these tools is for crap. Actually the ladder might have lasted long enough for me to get to the sporting good store to get myself a boom stick. When it comes to zombies, you need to be able to quickly adapt to your surroundings and be resourceful. The undead aren't entirely predictable. So today's lesson is to laugh and laugh hard, and learn to be flexible and adaptable to your surroundings. Good night and good luck. Also, you should all watch the TV show "Paranormal State" if you're having trouble with urinating... Of course the show could make it worse and you may need someone to go to the bathroom with you. Have fun!

Alive and kicking

2008-01-04T22:35:00.000-05:00

Hey folks, still alive. A lot has happened since Christmas. Work and stuff. Yesterday I spent 8 hours trying to fix both my schedule and someone else's schedule for school. Thankfully we got it done and of course I'm taking bull classes because everything else was full. I absolutely hate my university. It's the worst university in the whole of Kentucky. I got a glorious Xbox360 for Christmas!!!! And I got the most awesomest game on the face of the planet...Dead Rising. It's a zombie game. I run around a mall, bashing in zombie heads, using anything you can grab to kill 'em, and if you want, you can save survivors. As of current, I've mostly been bashing in zombie heads and trying to beat the game. It's super sweet. Yea. So, now when I go into my mall, I have to resist the urge to grab a bench or a potted plant. It's great. I also got an awesome Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie with a uber cool blood splatter on the hood. Since X-mas, I have got to watch Sweeney Todd (it was okay) and I Am Legend (better as a book and okay until you got to the end). I also watched Alvin and the Chipmunks which was a surprisingly good movie. I think that's just about all that I can think of to tell you guys, but pretty soon there will be more to talk about because I go back to school starting Monday. So my life will now consist of zombies, school, work, and zombies. Notice how social life is no where in that list? It's cool though, because at least I'm having fun everyday. Love you guys!!!! Talk to you later.

Paper cut

2007-12-22T20:26:00.000-05:00

My fingers and hands are all covered in cuts. I think it might be from opening boxes at work and some of the packaging that our products come in. Christmas is a crazy time of the year and instead of invoking happiness it tends to bring out the worst in people instead. At one point today, a lady got pissy with me about some stupid boxes. People always want something more and it's like they completely forget that the people they are talking to are human too. Why people don't do their damn shopping sooner than now is beyond me. I understand picking up some stuff here and there that you might have missed before... It's really funny to me when customers tell me that they adopted a family for Christmas and want to know if there's anything cheaper in the store. It's like, why are you even going to bother getting something for someone when there's no love in it or that you're doing it for the right reasons instead of trying to look good in front of other people? It really bothers me. Bah hum bug. On a brighter note, I did discover that our local Dick's Sporting Goods carries rifles and ammunition, so my idea of taking over my mall when zombies attack is even more justified now. I'm still working on how to actually fortify the mall. I was thinking of recruiting the security guards since they have keys and all...but they are all kind of doofy. Hmm. What to do? I need to get a map and study it. My cousin agrees that the mall would be the best place, but it doesn't have a very good food court so that could be an issue. Oh well. Now, on a saner note, I finished most of my Christmas shopping, although not by choice. My wallet made that decision for me. There's so much that I want to get everyone but I don't have anymore money. I'm going to draw pictures of a couple of people. I know that's cheesy, but it'll be fun for me to do an anime caricature of some of the people I work with. In fact, I need to go ahead and start that before I go to bed. I gotta work tomorrow and on X-mas eve too, but it's cool. Okay, g'night guys and MERRY CHRISTMAS! and for my Jewish friends, HAPPY CHANUKKAH!!

Kendora and the Mall of Doom

2007-12-17T12:44:00.000-05:00

Working in a mall can sometimes be hell. You get crazy customers, weird customers, overly nice customers, customers who steal when they think you're not looking, and so on and so forth. I actually prefer to be away from the registers when my store is crowded because people become more tedious and asinine than they regularly are during the holiday season. They want these 50 things on one gift receipt and the other 50 on two separate ones and you try to explain that your register is so old it can only give out one gift receipt for all of the items or one for every individual item, which then warrants their input on how silly and stupid you are because you don't update your systems. I love the people who have lots of stuff and need individual gift receipts, because we have to hit the button before we scan every item and then the customer gets a freaking novel at the end of their transaction. I also enjoy the ones who bring up like 3 baskets overflowing with merchandise and decide to go through every item with you only to end up buying two clearance t-shirts. I have to wonder how some of us managed to breed. It's funny though because I don't think I'm a people person but I can comfortably say that some people actually enjoy my eccentricness and I enjoy disturbing most of them. For example, one lady insisted on telling me all about everyone she was shopping for and how old they were and blah blah blah. All I did was ask how she was doing. I really enjoy being on the sales floor talking to people, it's fun. But it does suck when I can't build a rapport with people first and then ease into trying to sell them stuff. I wonder if companies realize that by attacking someone when they first enter the store, is not a good way to build business. It annoys the person and they're going to keep the hell away from you and continue to ignore you when you talk to them. If you act aloof and as if you're there sort of hanging out (still acknowledging them), they are more apt to talk to you and let you ask them open ended questions. ...I need to get into marketing or something, hahahaha. In my 8+ years of retail so far, I have noticed that being a human as opposed to a corporate robot, you tend to get people to buy more from you. The masses like nice people, right? I'm obviously nowhere near getting my sanity back because I actually say things like "well we can't sell it if it's not on the floor!" I always swore I'd never become like that...am I becoming an adult? No way, I mean I still think about zombies and am currently thinking about adding survival tips for mall employees in case zombies attack here in my blog. Let's face it, when it happens we're all screwed and not all of us will have read Max Brooks "Zombie Survival Guide." Therefore, I shall help educate the procrastinators in the art of survival. Since one of the better zombie movies takes place in a mall, and yours truly just so happens to work in one, I will go over with you guys on how to fortify your mall. There are some things I think Mr. Brooks had right, but most of the American nation is full of consumer procrastinators. In other words, most people will already be out shopping when we have Zombie outbreaks. But I will save all that for next time. For now, I need to be regaining health because I will be venturing back out to go back to work. I need all the hours I can get. See? Life is just like a videogame! You work for money and experience to help level you up and occasionally need to regain health. W0o+ for money! Later guys!

ITCHING!!!!!!

2007-12-11T22:39:00.000-05:00

So apparently, I am allergic to freaking dissolvable sutures. My incision areas got all red and blotchy and they itch like hell. We're talking itching so bad that I feel ill if I don't scratch them. I went to the doctor's and they gave me some ointment, and two types of pills. Argh it just itches horribly. At least I finally got to go to work. But I am alive and really wanting to see the movie "Juno." 'Kay g'night guys~~!

Woot.

2007-12-07T12:41:00.000-05:00

I get to return to work on Monday! Thank God. TV reruns, infomercials, and my animals staring at me expectantly, are going to be a thing of the past come Monday. The good thing is that I got caught up on anime and came up with ideas to make my first novel longer and the outlines for the following books. Hehehehe. Unfortunately, I haven't typed anything, only scribbled it in my notebook. I've been spending a lot of time with my mom, which isn't as bad as it- oh hell who am I kidding, we drove each other nuts. We went to eat at O'Charley's last night and we were bickering, so I went in ahead of mom. There was this older lady standing inside the doorway, and I said "Wanna see funny?" then proceeded to hold the doors closed as my mom walked up. The lady laughed and stuck her tongue out at my mom. It was awesome. One point for Kendora. We put the tree up last night as well, and let me tell you that our attic is freaking crowded and creepy. As I'm up there digging around for our Christmas lights and ornaments, after I argued with mom telling her that they were in her closet and she insisted they weren't. After a half hour, I finally insisted that she look in her damned closet. Weeeeeell, I finally get into her room and locate the missing Christmas paraphernalia in her closet. Of course this is all after the adventures in putting together the motley Charlie Brown Christmas tree from hell. We had all these extra pieces, and didn't have enough of the big pieces that fit at the bottom of the tree (obviously it's a fake tree), but we had the extra ones from the top (the small ones). Therefore, I put the extra small pieces at the bottom of the tree and put the craptacular part towards the wall so no one can see it. All-in-all, I avoided a National Lampoon's Christmas, when I had to untangle the lights and change the ones that weren't working. Let me just say, you can accumulate a lot of freaking lights. We have like two boxes, a bag, a plastic holder, and a large Sears bag full of damn lights. It's insane. Mom decided she wants me to put them on the house. She had me out all day yesterday shopping for some more lights, and I told her to wait until after Christmas to buy them, then just hang them up and leave them until next year. But I'm happy she actually listened to me, because we already have an ungodly amount of the damned lights. I noticed that no one else in our neighborhood had any lights up, but that could be because we are now living in the pre-ghetto. Our 'hood is becoming pretty bad and it's still on that border between trashy, ghetto and just a bunch of old people. Bleh, I need to go blow dry my hair. I had to shower this morning because I just couldn't get that dirty attic feeling off of me from last night. So, I'm off to dry my hair and brainstorm some more. Later guys!

I think it's infected

2007-12-05T18:21:00.000-05:00

Hey folks, it's been a while and I'm still alive...unfortunately. I think that my belly button has become infected, but hey, everything always seems to happen when you're down. It should be expected. I feel a lot better and my incisions have healed nicely and I don't feel like I'm dying when I eat something. With all the free time I have had, I have got to catch up on anime, watch TV, read books over and over, and feel miserable because I'm not at working earning money to pay my bills. I was ready to go back to work right after my surgery, despite the discomfort I felt, and now I'm even more anxious to go back despite the lingering discomfort I feel. I just need to do something productive and when I get back to work I'm not even going to need caffeine for a while because I'll be so pumped to be back doing stuff to keep me busy. Of course it sucks that I might miss my favorite reality TV show, but they rerun it like a thousand times. My sleep patterns are off and I either don't sleep for a couple of days or I oversleep. But in this time that I have had to do absolutely nothing except pray for my body to heal quicker, I have discovered that my manager at work looks just like Mary Louise-Parker. It's sort of scary, watching Weeds and thinking it's my manager. SHERRY IS AWESOME, EVEN MORE SO THAN MARY LOUISE-PARKER! Sorry, I tend to make comments about everyone else just as she comes in so she never gets to hear good compliments from me that are about her. The conversations usually go something like:
Me: Yea and So-and-so and You-know-who is freaking hilarious...*Enter Sherry who pauses and sort of looks at me expectantly*
Other Employee talking to me: ...Yea.
Me: Okay I'm going to go out on the floor. Nice old lady sweater! *exits*
Yes it's all in a day's work for me to provide humor and torment to the masses, especially my superiors, lol. No but seriously, I love everyone at work. I miss it!!! Anyway back to the wonderful show that is Weeds. It's about a suburban mom who sells drugs and things keep going from bad to worse for her, but in a funny sort of way. Now, I am not a fan of drugs (life is my drug!) and I do not endorse them (thanks D.A.R.E.), but this show is so wonderfully brilliant and witty that I can't not love it (I'm talking about the show). I'm just mad that we don't have Showtime and I have to wait for season 3 to come out on DVD. So, everyone should watch the wonderfulness that is this awesomely written show. ...And that's about it. I don't really have much else to say except that I'm anxiously awaiting my book back from cousin so I can pass it off to the last two people and so that I can finish editing it and getting it copyrighted. But I know he's a really busy person, and his opinion means a lot to me. 'Kay, enough of that. Talk to you guys later!

Agonizing pain...

2007-12-01T20:47:00.000-05:00

I need to ween myself off of pain killers. I don't like being out of my mind, and let me tell you, it has been an adventure these past couple of days. Restlessness doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. The animals think it's cool I'm home, because I am here to pet them and talk to them about everything. Daytime TV sucks majorly, all of my books have been read twice, and my focus isn't strong enough to actually sit in front of a video game. ...Oh and the damn dvds I ordered from ebay still have yet to get here and entertain me! GRAH! Thankfully I still have my imagination and in between bouts of spacing out, I've thought up some good ideas. So I guess it's not all lost. Everything seems so...I dunno ephemeral, right now and I can't bear to think of reality. Reality equals all the bills I have and work and school and bills at school my mom's bills and well the whole weight of the world on my shoulders. This could all be due to the painkillers I have to take, but who knows. It'll all work out and I just need to remember that and cling to it...what was I saying? I feel so sleepy and I think maybe I'll pass out again and hope for this all to be over with and soon. My stomach is pretty bruised. My belly button looks the worst, and I would post pictures but even I think it's too much. ...Actually I can't get anyone to hold the camera for me, lol. It's like I can feel where my gall bladder once was. My insides feel bruised and sore. I wish I could have had my gall stones, but apparently due to tissue diseases they have to destroy the things that come out of your body. For now, I guess I could use the rest for the intensity that will be the store when I return and so that my organs don't hurt so much. And later, I will read these past posts and laugh at myself, then promptly delete them to retain what little of my dignity I will have left. G'night guys.

My belly button has a new hole!

2007-11-29T21:09:00.001-05:00

I am in a moment of lucidity, so I will take this brief moment to say hi. I just took some of my painkillers and I'm waiting for them to put me back in a state of "zombie-ness." This morning I took the bandages off and stared in awe of the gaping pink and purple colored areas on my belly. My stomach is actually more tender now that I have the bandages off. I think it's because the bandages provided stability and there's nothing there keeping the spots in place, ya know? I finished the book that Shannon gave me and it was really good. I think most of it could have also been because I was stoned out of my mind, as my sister said. I really do not like laying in bed cooped up. Most of the day was spent with me spacing out in front of the TV, occasionally coming back to reality because my painkillers wore off and I needed to retake them. Mom's been super nice to me and I hate feeling like I'm burdening everyone. Before Steph left today, I think I freaked her out because I sort of randomly lifted up my shirt to show off my war wounds. I've been doing it alot, lol. My neck and shoulders are killing me and it hurts when I swallow. The muscles in my neck and throat are sore. It hurts to breathe. Let me tell you, this is not fun. Kendora does not want surgery ever again...EVER. Last night, I couldn't sleep and kept drifting off into these weird daydream type things. It was disturbing, maybe I'm having a bad trip from these pain killers. Mom came in at one point and scared the crap out of me last night, but she didn't do it on purpose. Of course, if you are going to wear a white t-shirt and limp silently into your child's room...please announce yourself in the doorway, instead of sneaking up on them. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I think I'm rambling and to avoid anything embarrassing, I am going to go ahead and stop typing. For fear of saying something weird or something... I'm going to hopefully pass out now, g'night guys!

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow...

2007-11-28T13:39:00.000-05:00

As I checked in yesterday, it was funny and I did my best to keep myself from being nervous. Of course when someone is asking if you have a living will and stuff, it doesn't really help. The lady asked my religious preference and my mom said, "NO" which sort of pissed me off and I told the lady Baptist, since I really liked the church that Steph had taken me to. All the pretty singing and stuff...but church isn't really my thing, I just don't fit in well and prior experiences have made me feel like they are all a bunch of hypocrites. BUT for the record, I know not all churches are like that, so I just want everyone to know that I respect the people who go to church, it's just not for me. Sorry, the painkillers make me ramble. So yesterday, they did my surgery at 3:15pm instead of freaking 11:30am. Then at one point, I had to go to the bathroom and I had already been stripped, wearing a crappy gown, white stockings, blue thingies on my legs that had tubes, and so I'm running across the nurse's station practically naked with these tubes flopping around my legs. It was embarrassing, because coming out the bathroom, these two nurses just looked at me like I was stupid. Finally they get my IV hooked up and I'm sooooo tired and sleepy and bored at this point, that I didn't even need the stupid anesthesiologist. Mom and Steph came in and kept making fun of me saying embarrassing things to make my heart rate go up, when the fruity guy came in to explain to me about my pain killers and what they were going to give me pre-surgery. So he's telling me that I'm not going to remember any of it and blah blah blah, when he suddenly looks at me all annoyed and goes, "You're not following me, let's try that again." I looked at him when he finished and said, "Thanks, I did get it the first time, I'm bored and ready to get this sh** over with." I would have continued, but Steph shot me a warning look and I laid my head back down, praying for this whole thing to be over with. Finally, some one comes to get me and the last thing I remember is breathing with a breathing mask on. When I wake up, there was this really nice nurse, and I wish I had gotten her name, and she was very sweet to me. She got me some gingerale and talked to me. This lady was so nice, she even gave me a hug and told me to feel better after she took me back to my room to get changed. I felt naseuous and my mom's driving didn't help. Right now, I'm honestly haing trouble typing because I am on some HEAVY painkillers...thank God for spell check. My stomach is hurting really bad and I have a sharp pain in my right side and right shoulder. Laughing makes it worse. So I just wanted to let you all know, that I am alive and well...but in a terrible amount of pain. What makes it worse is I can't laugh and we all know that I love jokes. 'Kay guys, I'm gonna lay back down and try to sleep. G'night guys!

Karate Kid II

2007-11-25T20:28:00.000-05:00

Watching the Karate Kid II last night, I caught somethings that I had missed the first thousand times I've watched it. It could be due to the fact I actually understand some Japanese and things started to make more sense to me. For instance, I always thought it weird that Sato let his nephew tear up the Miyagi dojo and beat up Daniel. But listening to what he said in Japanese prior to the scene, a lot more made sense. Sato calls his nephew an idiot and says that no one is there, and when he sees Daniel, he has this look of realization come across his face. He then just sort of storms off, so now it all makes sense. Just thought I'd throw that in there. Work was fun today, I was greeter again and handed out stickers. I am magical after all, passing out the magic to children everywhere. Providing happiness to everyone, and this time people actually talked to me! Surgery is now two days away. I am fighting the urge to be nervous and avoiding panic because I don't want to make myself any sicker. I feel kind of like Daniel-san, only I am having an organ removed instead of fighting to the death for a Japanese girl against an angry-nephew-of-a-rich-Japanese-business-karate-man. No, I am preparing for a fight against my anesthesia and diseased organ. ...Then again, if I have a really good pain killer and anesthesia, I could probably go to Japan and fight zombies, in my own mind anyway. Well, I think for now, I am going to go to sleep and get some rest. G'night guys! I think I'll leave you guys with these funny pictures:

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I don't need no Santa.

2007-11-24T19:00:00.000-05:00

Work provides me material and material provides me entertainment. I don't need no Santa to bring me joyful ideas and such. This little girl today came into the store with her sister and I greeted them asking if they had visited Santa. They answered affirmatively, so I asked if they had told the jolly fatman everything that they wanted. The older sister, about 8, looks at me and goes, "Uh no, I'm going to buy it myself." Shocking, so I high-fived her and made a comment about her being an independent woman and one of my co-workers says, "She don't need Santa." It was waaaaaaaay funnier in person, but I found it hilarious, none the less. I was concerned though because all day, I greeted people and was ignored by children and adults alike. People would look at me like I had spit on them and cursed, despite the fact I was quite jovial in my salutations. I figured it was the princess tiara I was wearing and the possible fact that I am Princess Awesome and they're not. Boo-yah. Leaving work was just as interesting because as I'm turning onto the road, there's a car lot nearby, I see that the car dealership has an entire row of cars with their car alarms going off. Now...I sit here and plan to go to sleep. My cramps from Gall are not getting any better, so I am going to sleep it all away. Tuesday I will have it all over with and I don't need Santa to take it away from me. Besides, I'm having trouble thinking clearly enough to come up with something more and clever to entertain you all. Therefore, I bid thee good night!

$2.32 to fax one page

2007-11-23T19:03:00.000-05:00

Exactly. Damn mall employees ripping me off. $2 and something to freaking fax something! Why does it cost so much? Whenever I have faxed stuff for the store, it only costs like under a $1... GRAH!!! Work was fun though...insane crazy people buying stuff. It's really fun because there's all these soccer mom's whacked out on StarBucks, trailing a stroller and 5.4 kids behind them, frappucino in hand. Then everyone in the mall forgets what yesterday was and it's just amazing to be quickly reaffirmed as to how people have short-term memory. One day they're pretending to be thankful, surrounded by family and the next day they're trying to greedily buy everything in sight. At one point, I was like an auctioneer and was selling the last five Princess Tea Cart Sets. It was awesome, because I kept yelling out the bargain price of only $19.99 and mentioning the beautiful gold trim on the pink, and forcing people to look at the two happy little girls on the back of the box. Fun. Then this one lady came in and refused to believe I was truly so cheery and made a comment about how I wouldn't be if I had to live her life. I hit her with the fact I had to have surgery, it was sweet. I think I added, "And I'm dying" on top of it. I have a craptacular stressing life, but I find humor in it. My ability to find humor in my darkest of times, is what has kept me semi-sane and alive. Sad thing is, I really do mean it when I greet people and tell them 'hello.' Some people truly appreciate it. After work, I had to go to the freaking hospital to get some pre-lab tests and stuff done. While the nurse was trying to draw blood, she freaking kept poking around in my arm trying to get the vein, despite the fact I told her it would be better to take it from my hand...like 20 times. My left arm is hurting, and my right hand is hurting...With all the poking she did, you'd think I could have filled plenty of vials. Then I had to get a physical a little later. Damned doctors with their fancy white lab coats. Hmm...I'm sleeeeeeeeeeeeepy. I wonder why we can't do all of this at once...oh wait, they need that $25 co-pay. I hope they don't steal any of my damn organs while they're taking out Gall. I named him that...it was that or Joe (as in G.I. Joe since the gall bladder is always army greem in pictures) and yes it is a boy. That's why I have so much misery in me. I am fairly certain that men have girl gall bladders, it just makes so much more sense. Concerning the surgery, I feel a bit less nervous about it than before. Unfortunately, I am very concerned with the fact that I have to miss work, and miss out on money to pay bills and put gas in my car. I hope I can recover fast, say in three days so that I can go back and not miss too many days. Damn the almighty American Dollar. Phew, I'm exhausted...all that poking in my arm and dealing with children and their parents has finally caught up with me. I think I'm going to pass out for a while to regain strength. G'night guys!

Oh and if anyone reeeeeeeally needs to or suddenly gets the urge to look something up online, please use the nifty google search box I inserted at the top or bottom of the page. Granted, there's no pressure to do so, it just makes google even cooler because everything comes up with a black background and red letters, lol. It's entertaining to me...humor me. Okay I'm off to sleep.

Happy Turkey Day!

2007-11-22T13:45:00.000-05:00

So today is the day we celebrate our brutality and abuse of the natives of this wonderful land we now own, known as America! Yay for our inconsiderate ancestors! I do have some Indian blood in me, so it's totally okay, I can say these things, lol. Yes, we hack a giant turkey into pieces for our kin to feast upon, reminiscent of our ancestors during the dark ages where they ate from giant turkey legs and roasted boar. Now, we have giant mutant turkey legs (like at Disney) and 1/4 of a boar to feast upon! I also like the fact that instead of knights impaling each other on lances, we watch grown men in tights tackling each other in a large grass field. Nice evolution, huh? I've never really cared much for Thanksgiving, only because I was always concerned about the Indians and the fact that they now own casinos and live on little plots of land that we so "generously" gave to them. It depresses me more than makes me thankful. But it could always be worse, right? Things happen for a reason, but sometimes I wonder if certain things will ever make sense? Aha, there it is, that's why I'm thankful. This holiday is truly to make us be thankful in our lives because things could always be worse and foreign invaders could come to our land, we show them how to do things, and then they screw us over... Oh wait, that has happened to us in this era so far, hasn't it? Well, regardless, I'm thankful that we have yet to truly experience what the American Indians did. Thanks corporate America! On a brighter note, I am coming along fine with ideas for my sequel, and for the first book. There are some things I can add to put more depth into my novel and to make it a bit longer. Today, I should be able to pass it off to my cousin. I vowed to not edit my novel yet until I have all the people I need to read it. That way, I don't regret what I add, and...well ya know. Steph said she would splurge on me and buy me a little flip notepad so I don't have to embarrassingly scribble on napkins and what not. Personally, I think it adds depth, but hey if she wants to spend $.50 on me, yay! Oh and since I love everyone and all, here's a wonderful picture from one of my favorite sites. Happy Turkey Day guys!

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Whoooooo!

2007-11-20T20:59:00.000-05:00

So today has been sort of a long day, but I've got my ideas about what to make my next book about. Still working on some of the details, but ya know how that goes. The only thing that I am worrying about now is how to go about actually getting my book published. I don't know how or if I should get a literary agent or not. BUT...so far the three people that I have let read it have really enjoyed it. I still have about three more to let read it, before I finally go ahead and make my final edits and changes, then it's off to the copyright office. Hmmm...good thing I'm coming up with all this because I will have to be doing something to occupy myself while I am recovering. I thought about writing a short story about my gall bladder to keep my mind sharp...hell maybe I will. Right now I am watching one of my guilty pleasure TV shows. So for now, here's my story full of gall, lol.
In between your pancreas and liver, I lurk. Sitting quietly, green in color, and full of bile. When you become ill, it's thanks to me, but more importantly it's a thrill to me to torture you after you eat. Your stomach feels like it's going to explode and you desperately wish for someone to knock you out. The important thing is to remember I am there, waiting patiently to torment you with painful cramps. Not only do I house your poisons and toxins, but I can also create little spurs of pain. Stones that gather and grow inside of me, the stones creating more discomfort for you to deal with. All in all, here I sit, patiently waiting for "it."
So there it is. My crazy little story, it seemed right. I'm fairly certain that's what my organ thinks as it lingers in my abdomen, torturing me. Thinking about the surgery is making me more nervous because what if I have a nightmare about zombies? Like what if I move on the table because I am kicking ass in my dream? Or if I'm running around from the zombies saving oprhans? Then, if I wake up, what if I forget where I am?! What if I wake up on the operating table?! ...Okay, what if zombie's attack while I'm in surgery? Then I could be screwed, let's hope the apocalypse doesn't happen while I'm having organs removed. I think I need to start incorporating little doodles of mine here as well. Well kids, that's it for now. I'm going to try to come up with a couple more ideas for my book before I watch my show. ...Ya know, I really need to thank Shannon and everyone else for heckling me about writing a story. It's going pretty well, and everyone has told me I would do it one day. So thanks for heckling me Shannon! If you and everyone else hadn't been shoving comments into my gall bladder and boosting my ego, then I would have never delusioned myself into writing a story...and it's actually working. G'night guys!

I swear I'll do it!!!

2007-11-19T14:25:00.000-05:00

Today I went to see the surgeon man who will be operating on me and he said the soonest he could schedule me in would be next Tuesday. Fine. I got my cheesy Laroscopic Gallthingie-majiggie with the people smiling happily about having their organs taken out, when he was all like, "'Kay, just rest until then." I said huh and before he could continue to tell me that I would have to be off until my surgery, I snapped and threatened to cut my gall bladder out my own damn self with a pen knife. So I get to go back to work until then! Yay! Happy story, I'm still cramping and feeling sort of weird, but as long as I can occupy myself, it's all good. So yea... Later!

Bleh.

2007-11-17T17:10:00.000-05:00

So my sister read my story, and apparently she loved it. My mom is reading it as well and she really thinks it's good. I feel good about it, but I fear it is too short seeing as how my sister read it in like 5-6 hours. After checking this one website, it said that a novel needs to be 70,000 words long or more. I was like, "Dammit it all!" Granted I knew that my book was actually a novella being at 35,649 including the chapter and chapter titles. So...yay! I guess I could add more to it, but I'm not entirely sure how, my mom says it's all ready good at explaining everything so far and my sister is all like, "Is there more? I wanna read the second one!" All of this is actually a good thing since my mom doesn't usually care for such books and my sister hates reading. Even Steph liked it and she simply abhors reading. The next persons I'm going to pass it off to will be my father and my cousin. I'm hoping they'll be able to give me some insight. And if you can't tell, my spirits are a little more than lifted after having such ego strokes. My stomach isn't feeling much better though. It's the damnedest thing, but I swear that I can actually feel my gall bladder sitting there next to my liver and above my pancreas. Just sitting there, waiting for the inevitable. It's quietly contemplating it's revenge on me before I can get it removed from my chubby little body. That bastard. Lol, sorry it's just weird. And I haven't had an appetite for about a week now. I'm hoping I'm at least losing some weight, lol. But I just thought I'd update everyone and hopefully provide them humor by reading my rants. Hope everyone is well and I am devoutly praying that this book thing works out for me. G'night guys.

I hate my life...officially.

2007-11-16T13:35:00.000-05:00

So...Guess what? I got gall stones! Whee! I get to have surgery, and get my entire gall bladder ripped from my abdomen. Fun. I'm now completely, utterly, and insanely depressed. BUT...everyone is all like, "Oh it's a simple surgery! Nothing to worry about! blah blah blah." First of all, great that you can say such things being that it not you who will be having your innards sucked out through a straw. Secondly, I've never had major surgery except when my wisdom teeth were pulled out, so I am a little wary of it. Thirdly, people die everyday on operating tables for even the most easiest and routine surgery. Fourth and foremost, er forelast?, I will be out of work! I can't work, I have to stay in bed and I miss out on working. Now then, can anyone understand at all why I am more than a little upset at my current predicament? Steph tried cheering me up...she said that I could at least write another story or a possible sequel. Maybe even a series. Everything is a trilogy or series nowadays, ya know? Serials are okay, but not if they get to be too much. I feel like my life is a weekly serial. There are cliffhangers and suspense...more dark comedy than anything, but hey, everyone likes morbidness despite their reluctance to admit it. I can most surely find humor in my current situation, but for once in my life, it bothers me to do so. I guess I'm wanting the pity card for a bit, because I'm never on the receiving end of it... Hell, who cares? I'm going to have an organ removed, a piece of me that has been there since birth (I think). In a way it's almost as if part of my spirit is being taken away... 'Kay, I tried making it sound semi-romantic, but I'm not feeling it. More importantly to me than anything though is...Can I keep it in a jar? Stones and all? Later guys.

Oh noes!

2007-11-15T19:28:00.000-05:00

Again...I had to call into work again! I hate calling into work because believe me, I would much rather be working and filling my time with something to occupy myself with. I'm so pissed off about it because tomorrow morning (6:00am to be exact) I will be going and getting some more tests done and seeing a specialist. I think doctors who are "specialists" are nothing more than doctor's who went to school for an extra month! I hate going to the hospital or doctors office because no matter how poor you tell them they are, you still get bills for freak hundreds to thousands of dollars! It's bull crap and I feel like they won't find anything wrong with me like the past two times I went into the hospital. I think it's all a waste of time and I hate it. I am totally serious when I tell my mom to just take me out back and shoot me before taking me to incur more bills. ...>__< ! <~~Angry face. The good news is, I've finally finished my book and printed out a copy of it. I'm going to let several people read it and then take any of their comments into consideration and make appropriate changes before sending it off to be copyrighted. I might do that before I actually let someone else read it. Honestly, I think I've got something with my story and I'm trying to keep it as closely guarded as possible, but I'm sooooo excited about it. At least being cooped up in bed has had it's advantages. I just hope I feel better soon, and that I figure out how to go about getting my book noticed by a publisher. For now anyways, I'm going to pass out and get some sleep. Maybe sleeping more will help me get rid of whatever it is that's making me sick (I still think it's stress). G'night guys!

Attack of the gall bladder

2007-11-14T19:25:00.000-05:00

So like, there's apparently something wrong my gall bladder or the general area of my upper abdomen. Let me just say that it sucks major ass. My stomach is killing me, I'm tired, and I haven't had an appetite in forever. The worst part is being unable to go to work, I hate staying at home doing nothing! Tonight I kept myself busy cooking my fried rice and dinner for everyone else. I also finished my story and just have to go back and edit it myself, then to let the small handful of people I told about it, read it and edit it for me. At least that's something I can do, because I didn't even want to be off work tomorrow. Unfortunately, I gave in and listened to my doctor and am trying the whole rest thing. Bleh, it just all sucks. Right now Resident Evil Apocalypse is on, so I will now enjoy a little zombie action and pray that I don't turn into one. Stomach cramps and pain seem to always lead up to the person turning... I've checked myself and I don't seem to have any bite marks or anything...Hmm. Who knows? For now, I just need to chill out and relax. G'night guys!

Ev'rbody look at me, me...

2007-11-12T16:56:00.000-05:00

Duuuude. I am so freaking exhausted. Ever since returning home from FL I've been getting super ill. Last night, I had to go to the ER because I was throwing up so violently. I was delirious with pain and kept moaning. And even in the throes of pain, I was wondering if that was what it felt like to turn into a zombie. The damn doctor said it was only gas and abdominal pain, but yet he wants me to get my gall bladder checked. Screw that, I was begging my mom to load a gun and shoot me before dragging me to the ER because they never freaking just tell me what I have and want me to run all over God's creation and give them more money. The bastards. I'm just going to take a couple of my mom's pain killers next time instead of going to the hospital, because that's all they did this time. GOD I HATE THE HOSPITAL! I'm still really tired, but to feel productive, I managed to hook up my laptop to my sister's computer so that I now have the Internet in the privacy of my own room. So that means expect more updates and more of my rambling. For now though...I'm going to drink some bullion beef and lay back down. I have to go to the doctor tomorrow, she says I have ulcers, and hopefully figure out what the hell's wrong with me. G'night guys!
P.S. Today's title is from some song lyrics and seemed appropriate as me being in the ER waiting room and moaning and tossing cookies into a garbage bag, everyone was indeed looking at me. And let me just say, I was going to kill the three little boys running around and screaming for five hours straight. Parents, please control your hoodlums when people are dying in the ER waiting room, looking their absolute worse. It's bad enough we have to be in public super sick, we don't need your freaking kids screaming and running around. Okay thanks bye!

Queen of the Store Room

2007-11-10T21:37:00.000-05:00

So I spent all day straightening, rearranging, and opening boxes in the stock room. It was awesome, until I got sick. I feel so horrible right now, I need to lay down. I hardly have time to write in my blog because usually I get home so late that my sister won't let me use her computer. I need to get my wireless hooked up so that I can type in my room and not have to bother my sister. We still get "intelligent" guests every evening ranging from the ones who ask if the item that is reduced off the already reduced price is really the reduced price to guests who tell you that will only ask you one more question but instead ask twelve thousand other ones instead. It's like I don't even know what. I'm just happy I was in the back today. We have so much crap to sell and not enough room to sell it all. Today I went back to the food court and to the same place where "Crotch Girl" was working and she was there again today. Instead of the usual crotch itching. she added a little bit of eye digging as well. Unfortunately, this time I ordered food. Yes people...I love them so. Free entertainment. And their children! Who doesn't love hearing a child scream for 3 hours straight? You can hear them outside the store and in the store next door, and then finally they come in and grace us with their presence. God bless 'em all. The highlight of my day was actually holding one of my co-workers baby! It was awesome. She was a teeny tiny baby. Babies make life meaningful because they are daily reminds of the gift of life. Bleh, I need some sleep. 'Kay g'night guys!

Fish Filet

2007-11-08T14:03:00.000-05:00

So being at McDonald's today was pretty creepy. Me and Steph were eating our Fish sandwich's and this guy walked by us, sort of hesitatingly. Then he comes over to us and asks if we're sisters. Steph tells him no, that we're just friends. He makes a comment about us having a good friendship or something, then asks for our names. I lied and said my name was Leigh and Steph, God bless her, gave her real name. Charles, that was this creepy guy's name, proceeded to babble on about something and suddenly he has his cell phone shoved in my face. I'm like, WTF? So I play stupid and tell him we don't own phones, and he asks about a land line, and I tell him no because we live with five other people. He then asks if they're guys, and I say that there are two guys, our boyfriends, and he eventually got the hint and left us alone. Moral of the story is do not eat at McDonald's on Preston Highway in Louisville, Kentucky. A creepy guy with horrible English named Charles will talk to you. Anyway, in other news, my novel is coming along well. I've got about 10 chapters in so far and inspiration is screaming in my brain. So let's all hope for the best. Apparently only one person has voted on my poll, and I wish I knew who it was, but anyways. Not much has happened lately except me brainstorming and trying to make my worthless little dreams reality. I now need to come back to reality though because my dog has decided to piss my mom off. Later guys.

Ah the wonders of life...

2007-11-06T22:48:00.000-05:00

The food court is a place teeming with diverse people. There's the creepy guy at the potato place, two of 'em actually. Then there's the girl who proceeded to scratch her crotch as I ordered my sweet tea, and then handed me the drink and, continuing to scratch, asked if I needed anything else. I was like, "Mmm, yes. For you to wash your hands before re-scooping me some clean ice and a fresh drink." Unfortunately, the event was too much for me and I was left in a stupor. At least I didn't order food. Walking to from the food court back to the store is fun too, because people stop you to still ask questions. It's like, could you wait for me to at least step one inch into the store before asking me questions? Everyone at the store thought that I wouldn't be writing anymore in my blog, but oh were they so very wrong. There's more fun stuff that happens at work than they'd think. I was happy I got to work with Karen and Coreen tonight, because they're so funny. Especially Karen, because she's as deadpan as me and we have some funny conversations. Yes...but now, I need to relax and watch some tv. I'm tired. I'm going to try and start actually writing my first chapter or so tonight or something. G'night guys!

Doin' mah j-o-b

2007-11-05T17:40:00.000-05:00

I finally got to do stock again today! It was a glorious 9 to 5 day as well. One of my co-workers was super nice and bought a Zero costume for my dog (Jack Skellington's dog from Nightmare before Christmas), because she knew that I really wanted one to get him and my mom was all like, "No." I'll eventually tackle him down and take adorable pictures of him standing there miserably while looking eye bleedingly cute. I also did finally come up with a good idea and am currently outlining it. I want to research things for it, but I feel like that'll only complicate it. Besides, I don't know if anything will ever come of it, or if anyone would ever read it. I have to keep it simple enough, ya know? I've also got the damned "This is Halloween" song stuck in my head. It can't be helped. Eventually, sometime this week, I'll be going to UofL to register and figure out what's going on with my schooling. More than likely, I will stick to Humanities as my major and possibly minor in English if possible. I want to graduate as soon as possible, but I feel like I shouldn't rush it. Now, I feel more productive than I did before... Inspiration is drawn from the children crawling and climbing my mountain of plush. My crown does not deter them, therefore I must think of other things than the things I would like to say to their parents. Those thoughts become fanciful thoughts and I rarely think of the mall as a good fort during the zombie invasion. At the front of the store, I am constantly looking up at the balcony thinking about how it wouldn't be too hard to block off the stairs and escalator to keep the zombies from coming up, plus we got the food court up there for provisions. Yes I know, I am deranged, but hey, who isn't? Besides, it's all thanks to the creative environment of the mall that I am able to readily use my imagination to quickly find myself a happy place, lol. Hmm...the mention of provisions has reminded me that I now have an appetite again and therefore require nourishment. Specifically, meaty raviolis and meatballs. What? I'm hungry. 'Kay, have a good evening guys and I'll babble at you all later!

Baby steps.

2007-11-04T17:37:00.000-05:00

So, I think I know what type of story I am going to write. I will try a children's novel first because I can totally do my own drawings! That was actually something on my "things-to-do-list-before-I-die" as an 8 year-old little girl. Today at work, I wore a princess crown and jovially greeted every person that came into the store...of course to no avail. I usually either scared them or annoyed them. After a while, I actually took pleasure in the fact I was annoying them because they seemed to buy more, lol. People just seriously lack a sense of humor nowadays. It's very sad. I wish I could remember that random clever saying by someone about laughter...oh well. I really wear the crown for the pure silly factor it gives. It gives me silliness +50, but brings my defense down -10. Truly, it is a wondrous accessory. I just hope that I'm doing as good as a job as I did before, if not better. I'm just happy that everyone still seems happy to have me back and that I'm either really good at hiding my deeply buried sorrow or I'm really not so sad anymore. It's weird. During my break, I decided to volunteer to be Sensei's assistant (for free of course) so I can keep up with my Japanese and break the spirits of her students. It'll be good practice for when I become a manager at Disney. Muwahahaha. But seriously, I love messing with people and think deep down I do enjoy interacting with the masses, because they remind me of how not to act, hehe just joking...sort of. I've been feeling so creative lately, and I think it's because I'm at work talking to people and watching at how they react to what we say or the gestures we make (not obscene ones!) towards them. Bleh, that is sounding sort of GHEY, but oh well. For now, I think I'm going to flow with my creative mood and maybe get something productive done. Who knows? Talk to you guys later! For now, enjoy this video. Finally, as my cousin said, something Bush says something I agree with.

People are fun!

2007-11-03T23:48:00.000-04:00

Just working back at Disney is making me feel more and more...at home. It almost feels as if Florida never was, ya know? Tonight I felt like I was sort of important though. This little old lady got so excited when I told her I had worked at Disney! She got so happy because her granddaughter is going to do the program in January and she asked if she could have my phone number. I went ahead and gave it to her so I could answer any questions for her or her granddaughter. She even got her husband and brought him in to see me. Kevin thought it was funny and said I have this thing with older people. God, how I have missed his humor. I finally got my damned crown back too! Of course it's a tiara from the movie Enchanted, but I looked awesome rocking it out. I'll have to have Steph take some pics of me whilst I is working and then you can all behold the sad glory that is me. I've also been giving serious thought to maybe writing a couple of short stories or something and seeing if anyone would be interested in them. I would like to be the next Hunter S. Thompson! ...Only I am a girl and I would be sober for everything I do...unless being hyped up on Pixie Stix counts. And due to tonight's events, I am also seriously thinking about getting my own cards, lol. All righty then folks, I need to get to bed because I am tired. Plus, I have to work in the morning. Later guys!

Hell hath no fury like a Pizza Hut pizza mangling your insides...

2007-11-02T20:21:00.000-04:00

My title says it all... Then again I think I might have a flu bug or something. I was up all night last night from like 1am until 5am this morning throwing up. I know, I know, too much information. BUT still...it sucked and I just wanted to die. My doctor said she thinks that I have an ulcer. I was like, "Grrrrreat! Something else for me to worry about." Besides, I've always been fairly certain that I do in fact have an ulcer. I have too much stress not to. We went to Target to pick up some prescriptions for me and while we were waiting, I see the greatest thing ever! Jones Halloween soda on sale for $.66! 4 packs of little cans and other glorious Halloween stuff on sale. Unfortunately, my stomach churned as soon as I felt a glimmer of excitement, thus prompting me to quickly head for the nearest restroom. Now, I sit here getting ready to go pass out in my bed and hopefully be well enough to go to work tomorrow. I hated calling in tonight, but I don't think I could have made it. I've been tossing cookies all day...and I was pretty sure I tossed them all out between the hours of 1am-5am. Go figure. Bleh...I'm feeling nauseated again, therefore I will now go lay down and make the sounds a zombie makes when it's feeding or chasing people, only I'll be in pain and dying, lol. G'night guys.

P.S. Gas prices suck and $4 a gallon is totally GHEY.

Night of the dead pt.II

2007-10-31T20:18:00.000-04:00

So on the way to pick up some prescriptions, I hear the DJ on the radio say that people can trick or treat until 8:30pm tonight and in some places it will end at 8pm. Okay, when the hell did we start putting a curfew on Halloween!? I remember my ass being out until the people were standing there in their jammies half asleep giving literally, handfuls of candy into my bag. What is this world coming to? But yea, I just needed to get that off my chest. So...back to watching Tila Tequila's Shot of Love or whatever...it's insane. Later!

Night of the dead

2007-10-31T15:46:00.000-04:00

YAY~! It's the eve of all spirits and ghouls! Demons and ghosts, zombies and children frolicking in costumes to hide among the goblins and monsters that creep in the night. At least that's what Halloween used to be. Now it's lame because people are sick. Kids are taken to Zoo's and theme parks across the country to avoid the pedophiles and general creepy neighbors that lurk in their 'hood. Then again, maybe people of this generation are more over protective of their kids than my parents were. After all, me and my motley crew were wandering around the neighborhood trying to get as much candy as we could, taking extra masks and such. Nowadays, people keep their kids on leashes and don't let them more than a foot away from them. It's kind of funny though, because any other time they let their children flee freely around stores and theme parks any other time. It's sort of...not so much ironic as a clear example of human stupidity. Masses feed into this idea of terribleness and horror and it's like we're building bunkers to protect us from the commies again. Does any of that make sense? Weeeeeell, anyway, Halloween is my favoritest day of the year! I love the creepiness that surrounds this day. In Japan, October is known as the "godless month." All the gods sort of go on a vacation and the mortals are left to fend for themselves. I think maybe I'm a little more darker than I think sometimes, because I just love the idea of Halloween. Unfortunately, I will not be going to any parties or anything because there aren't any here that I wanna go to. And of course it sucks that there's no big bag of candy in a bowl in our living room to pass out to children smiling happily and yelling "Trick or treat!" Actually, it really sucks because I can't mooch off the candy as the night wears on. Maybe I should go rent some creepy scary movies or something. I guess I could rewatch my zombie movies. Or I could just watch tv, because there's a horror movie on every channel...I even saw some on Oxygen and even Lifetime! Lifetime of all channels! Right now, we're (me and my sidekick, Steph) are burning cds for her Christmas Cantata...go figure. We're also watching a rerun on the history channel about Vampires. Steph likes vampires, but I argue that they're just zombies that aren't rotting and drink blood, instead of ripping and tearing flesh and sinew from the human body. Hehehe, sorry if I'm being morbid. Okay, I'm now going to humor myself with some good ol' blood and gore. Hope your Halloween night is mystical and fantastical. G'night guys!

Quiet time...

2007-10-30T15:24:00.000-04:00

Okay, sorry for the delay in posting, and be forewarned this may be a lengthy one. Sorting your priorities and life is more difficult than one could ever imagine. I'm happy to have finally resumed work at the Disney Store. At least I can kind of stay busy. The family is okay and I'm here now, so there's nothing to do to change that. I just hope I can get rid of this Dark self that has seemed to have formed... Eh, it'll work out, because it always does for me! So anyways, about my trip home. It rained the whole way and I mostly read the map or the ever entertaining billboards along the roads. I tell you, one sign would tell about Asian spas, then the next was something or the other about an adult store with a strip club or one or the other, and finally after those two signs welcoming truckers was another sign telling about the love of Jesus! Then...right after Jesus/bible/religious/Christian signs, there are signs telling you to not have abortion, but not directly and in more of a "life starts at 18 weeks" stuff. It was like a chronological tale of debauchery. It all starts with the "friendly Asian staff" at a spa, and after being pampered, you go get yourself some entertainment in the form of books and if that's not enough, you slip over to the strip club to watch a 40 year-old lady working her money maker or all that's left of it. Finally, after your excursion to the Champagne Room, you find Jesus and stop your stripper lady friend named Roberta "Mercedes" Jimmybob from having an abortion. I just laid out the next plot for a feel-good love comedy. For an instant, I almost wanted to be a trucker just so I could ask other truckers if they ever stop at any of those places to take a shower. I think at one point I felt a burning sensation from just reading the damned signs. The best signs I saw were the ones here in the good ole state o' Kentucky! There was these black signs with big capital white letters and religious stuff on them, but the one that struck me the most was one that said "HELL IS HERE" or maybe it was "HELL HERE." But it was so odd because the first letter of HELL was in red. And right across this sign was a "pleasure center." It was just so weird, like the time I went to Gatlinburg and there was a giant cross next to another adult store place. Sex and religion...eternal enemies, lol. The gas stations were the best though. This one gas station smelled like bleach and cleaning chemicals. We stopped because I had to go to the bathroom and I walk in and notice a wrench just sitting on the sink and I walk over to the creepy foreign guy and asked about the bathroom. He snapped at me and said he wasn't done with it, then he sort of calmed down and realized he was being suspicious and said I could use it. I said "F**k that" and ran back out to the car to hold it until the next stop. It was very creepy. Then we stopped at a Flying J and let me tell you, that place made me want to be a trucker, only because they had a video game arcade and I was hurting for some video games, but some weird guy sort of followed us and we left. So needless to say it was a twisted adventure and one I would not like to do again...okay that's a lie, because it would have been more fun if it had been under different circumstances. But talking about it has made me feel a bit better. Work was weird last night though because they have radios now and I was wanting to say some of the stuff I did at LMA (Lights, Motors, Action). I'll have to train them in the use of nifty radio code. Because if we have a signal 25, then we can say so instead of saying, "omigod fire!" due to the fact that people are more apt to panic at the mention of a fire. So if it's flaming, it's a signal 25. OH! We could use that for flaming gay guys or something too, that would be funny. My legs are killing me from work and I guess I never really realized just how hard the job is on my knees. You would think with me running up and down bleachers I would be fine, but I'm using extra muscles or something...I dunno. Everyone at work was happy to have me back and I guess I'm happy to be around people who get my humor even if they really don't because they actually listen to me. So it's cool. I need to really keep up with this blog because you never know, maybe someone will read it and I will get noticed and famous and junk. I don't think I'm that good of a writer but people are always telling me so, to which I usually tell them, "hehehe, yea you're on crack!" Good times. I just hope I can adjust to having to deal with East Enders again...rich people ya know. I have to wonder about them, at least they leave their kids in the store and not attached to a stroller where there's thousands of strangers. In other words, I am still a baby sitter, dealing with the public and I do it all while making $.02 less than I did at WDW! Haha! Well, I'm sure that I've rambled enough for today, but I'm sure I'll have something humorous for you all again, and very soon. After all, as long as there are people/guests/general public/masses, I will be entertained. ...And to tell you the truth, I do feel more secure in the mall, because I have more access to weapons in case zombies attack. 'Kay, later guys!

As for luck...

2007-10-25T11:14:00.000-04:00

Let's just say that if it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. Yesterday I called and told the manager of guest relations at Animal Kingdom I couldn't set up an appointment with him because I had to come home and maybe I could reapply in the future. Then some managers from merchandise called me, twice, and I had to explain to them why I'm not applying and that I'll apply again some other time. Now, I have to wait until Friday to talk to the manager in operations and tell them the same thing. How unlucky is that? Any other time I'm scrounging to try and move up and no one looks twice at me. I tried taking a hot shower but I still feel blah. It's also still raining and miserable here in KY, whereas I could have stayed in sunny and hot FL...maybe I'm just stupid and unlucky. I'm exhausted mentally and I'm trying my best to readjust to being at home. I thought if I gave myself a week before I threw myself back into work that I'd eventually readjust, but I'm not adjusting as well as I thought. This morning, one of the girls I worked with called me and I didn't answer. I don't know why, but I just didn't feel like talking to her. I honestly haven't felt like talking to anyone since I got home. Maybe all of this is due to cabin fever... I haven't left the house since I got home! I need to get out or something...oh wait I did leave twice to go to the doctor's office with my sister and again to rent some movies for her and myself. Oh well, maybe I'll go take my dog to get groomed or something later. I just need to get out of the house for a while. Eventually, I will tell you guys a funny story about the trip home, but for now I just need to occupy myself with something constructive...or at this point, destructive. Later guys!

Unfortunately, still alive...

2007-10-23T16:47:00.000-04:00

Let me just say that my sudden excursion home was not the least bit fun. I had to read horrible signs enticing Truckers to go and get an Asian massage or get a hot meal and shower at a Strip Club or adult toy store. A lot has happened. I didn't get fired or anything, but I needed to come home and help take care of my family because they need me. Steph left too because she's needed at home as well. I really miss Florida. It's kinda weird, but yea, I miss it so terribly right now. I think it's because I didn't have time to mentally prepare myself to come back here. My animals were happy to see me when I came in and my mom and sister were too. My dog hasn't left my side hardly at all. I got my job back at The Disney Store, so that's good. I did have interviews for the Professional Internships, but I'm not going anywhere now. I'll finish school before I go back to FL. I am going to go back, because I do want a career with the Walt Disney Company. Unfortunately, I have to get some stuff here at home in check before I make the move permanent. Sorry for such a dreary post, but I'm actually having a hard time making fun of anything. I'll try to be a little more positive in my next post...but now I just don't feel it, ya know? But I just wanted to clear up the fact that I have not been fired or anything like that. I left of my own will and the manager actually tried getting me to stay... ARGH! I'm going to try and find something to occupy myself with for a while so I can stop thinking. Talk to you later guys.

holy moly batman!

2007-10-15T20:20:00.000-04:00

Hey guys, not much happened today. Actually that's a lie and for those of you who have my number, please call me so I can rely the funniest story ever if I don't call you first. Let's just say only 5 people besides me know. I'm afraid if I post here then it could get back to someone at work and I really like working where I do. Work was work today. No little boys peeing in the bushes, although we did find a turtle! It was a baby turtle, the size of a half-dollar. We named him Speedy. It was cool. They said that there was a bigger turtle on Camera Alley (the street that goes in front of the stands) and they had to put him back in the pond backstage. We have a lot of interesting wildlife here in FL. Nature is literally on the back doorstep. It's fun though because you get to see lots of weird things and animals scurrying about. My manager also put the baby turtle back near the pond. Oh yea, when I was merge today we had some guests get in the queue like an hour early. One lady started complaining and it was 3:30pm, she asked when the show started and Inner Kendora came out. I said, "Well ma'am, the show starts at 4:30 We tell you guys to come back around 4 because we usually don't start seating until about 4. Unfortunately, most people get a little over zealous and come here early. Thanks guys." And then I walked off after talking to her. I swear some people... And then, I was trying to talk to 2 little girls and ask how they're day was and stuff, and mom just glares at me and says, "They can't think very well with the sun in their eyes." Let me tell you, Inner Kendora said, "Ma'am I hope that your daughters are not the next Ms. South Carolina. Such as." Again, I could only smile and say 'okay' and walk away. It's my thing now to just walk away. It keeps me from saying anything too bad. I've noticed that my inner self is becoming more and more prevalent in my personality...maybe it's always been there but I was able to have it in public due to working with cool people. I just need to keep it in check so I don't get in trouble. Have I told you guys that I am now collecting those damned Coke caps? You know the ones where if you get so many you can get something for drinking Coke? We have so many bottles after each show and Disney is partnered with Coke, so I can get lots of caps. Unfortunately, my manager and another co-worker are also collecting the caps, so it's like a race. I've got a few now, but I'm still deliberating on whether or not to do it. I need to check and see what they're actually offering. I'm also thinking about going to Fantasmic! every night to collect the damned caps. Yup...that's about it. I just got out of the shower a little while ago and I still need to blow dry my hair and get in bed to do it all over again tomorrow. So I will leave you all with a good night. G'night guys!

Little boys peeing in bushes, strikes again!

2007-10-14T23:45:00.000-04:00

Yet again, as I was covered queue, I had a guest that needed to go to the bathroom as soon as I had my gates open. I apologized and told her that they needed to be open to let Herbie the Lovebug drive through, and she informed me that her little boy needed to go to the bathroom. I apologized again and told her she could go up the stairs and across the mezzanine, which would have taken 2 seconds, and she got angry and started to walk off. As she was walking with her child she stopped, turned and looked at me, then proceeded to unzip her son's pants so he could piss in the damn bushes across from our break room. She stared at me the whole time, and yet again a freaking Backlot Tour Tram was going by as he was whizzing in the foliage. Great parenting skills there lady. And why is it that children hold their crotch when they have to go pee? I swear even little girls do it. It's not like it's holding it back. When guests come up to me, nine times out of ten I can tell if they need a restroom...granted some little boys just kind of cling to that area for some reason apparently unknown even to the men I work with. Honestly, I think it's a guy thing and they're too embarrassed to admit it. Our shows have been pretty busy lately, with over 4,000 people and a couple of idiots out of 15-20 people working the show. Paige and Julie came to my show and I put them in VIP. After the show they talked to me and Paige got to witness me telling the guests 'no' and stuff. She said it was perfect for me, lol. I really do have to tell people 'no' and to not do stuff all the time. But it's cool because I get to yell at them, because safety before courtesy! After work, I ended up going to Epcot to meet Steph so we could get some groceries. Let me tell you...WAL-MART is HELL. It's worse than the ones back home. If you think there's too many foreign people in your Wal-Mart, bring yourself to Kissimmee's Wal-Mart and you will never look at your Wally World the same again. The freaking place never has freaking vegetable soup or anything like that. ...Honestly, I am pretty tired and probably need to get in bed, because I have to work tomorrow. I'll babble at all of you later. G'night!

Truly Truly Truly Outrageous!

2007-10-13T19:24:00.000-04:00

Last night we went to Epcot, and Ray got us some VIP passes for Test Track. It's cool because she didn't realize the guy was hitting on her and he gave it to her and told her to call him and stuff. Truly funny. Oh, by the way, today's title comes from lyrics from Jem's theme song, she is truly outrageous. So, I have passes to get me and Steph and Ray into this top secret VIP lounge. We get free beverages and stuff...it's really cool. And it all happened because I sat in a Pontiac and decided I wanted one- jumped out of the car and noticed a sign telling me that I could register for the car and I DID! I hope I win it, it would be awesome. The drawing isn't until January 15th and I'm not that lucky. I may be lucky, but not that lucky...at least not when it comes to money and stuff. I think my face is sun burned from today... I got to wear my clip-on sunglasses that I got from Property Control for like $.27. One of the guys I work with said that they definitely gave me an air of authority, it was sweet. Let's see...what else. I'm still freaking Christmas shopping and getting stuff for my family. I am considering picking up extra hours because I think I want to buy an Xbox360 or I'm thinking about just trying to get some extra moola to pay off one of my credit cards so that I only have 1 left. Decisions decisions. There's some laundry in the dryers that I can't forget about... It's been a pretty full couple of days. Nothing terribly funny or anything worth writing about has happened lately. Every person I go by I sometimes go, "Hey. How's it going?" I've been in a funny mood like that lately. Like just randomly going up to people and talking to them. I'm just like, "Hey, what's up? Having fun? Awesome." and then walking off. It's fun. Fun mainly because people think that I'm just being friendly when in fact I am being a smart ass. I'll need someone to record it sometime, it's pretty funny. It keeps me entertained. Right now, I am really tired, but at the same time, have all this insane energy! It's cool though. I applied for the Professional Internship here...I really hope I get it. I think that I would make an excellent manager and I'm never sure about anything that concerns me. Ugh, I think I am going to go ahead and try to find some extra hours to work. I might do wristbands which means that I'll put wristbands on people for Extra Magic Hours. Yea...lame I know, but hey it's extra money ya know! Eventually, I'll find out about being trained at the Backlot Water Tank, but now I'm worried that I won't be trained there. I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but I keep mentioning it to the important people. I'm sure it'll all work out. If it's one thing I've learned so far in my life, it's that everything always works out no matter what happens. 'Kay, enough of the cheesy crap, I'm going to search up some extra working hours! Yay! G'night guys!

OMG I almost forgot!!!

2007-10-12T00:20:00.000-04:00

I cannot believe I forgot this story!!! It happened the same time as my other adventures in the pargo and such. And I don't think I've already told you all about it. So, for your enjoyment and pleasure, I bring to you...The Red Ranger Who Dubbed Me the Purple Ranger. Please note that this is a true story:

Standing in the current of people pushing past me to make it to the high octane adventure awaiting them, I hear my voice being called. Lunging forward into the crowd, I ignored the voice, hoping to make it to the watering hole. Nearing the small hut which really isn't a watering hole, but more of a closet with a water cooler in it, I hear the voice become more urgent. Becoming frustrated, I turn towards the source and scream, "WHAT!?" The lanky boy known as 'Special Ed' to the stupid people we work with, stood there awkwardly waving me towards him. Sulking towards him I begin to inquire, rather agitatedly what it was he so desperately needed. Just as the words being to leave my mouth, a small child in a bright red t-shirt catches my eye and prompts me to say, "Oh my God, there's a child in the stroller..." As my co-worker hurries off to keep the savages from parking their death on wheels in the right spot, I kneel down in front of the strangely calm child. He sat in the bright blue stroller, his stuffed fat rat laying limply beside him. The child didn't seem frightened, merely confused. I say to him, "Hey there little guy. What's your name?" He answers by mumbling an unintelligible response. I frown and ask again, getting the same response. I then dub him "Little Guy." He tells me about how he's going as the Red Ranger. I ask which one and he responds, "The-the R-red One...?" I then ask if he means the Red one from various Power Ranger Shows and he answers more affirmatively, "The red one!" Looking to my left, I notice two adults standing nearby. "You his parents?" "Oh no no. We just noticed him and didn't want to leave him alone. We haven't talked to him..." So I look back at the child and then back to the man and woman, "'Kay thanks. I got it from here." "Naw it's okay. We're waiting for our family." Ignoring them, I turn back to the child who is still very calm. I ask him about his stuffed rat and make comments about how the rat must really like to eat. The child smiles and nods. It then occurs to me that I need to do something... The first thing I could think of was, "Hey you wanna help me park strollers? Would that be fun?" Energetically, he nods in excitement. I tell him to put his hands up and sit back so that I could undo his belt and I tell him to pick Emile up, which he promptly does. He sits there a moment as if unsure what to do with his freedom. I then ask him which Ranger I can be since we'll be doing such an important job. He then tells me that I can be the "p-pu..mmmm...Purple Ranger!" I tell him to hang on to his rat and to hold my hand, and we begin to walk off when I notice this large fat man wearing a very bright orange Tennessee shirt with a large T on it. Being blinded by his fat I turn away and notice this lady looking rather agitated. She yells for the child to hurry and I ask the child if they are his parents, to which he nodded. The parents yank the child by the hand and hurry into the show. I walk back over and make sure to memorize the M*R*HY and CA*P*ELL families from Tennessee.
So yea, the freaking losers forgot their kid! There were only three kids in the party and they forgot the smallest one. I was so mad. The kid didn't even look like his dad! Dad was like Santa on crack rehab but had a backslide and now dabbles in donuts too. Dad's hair was black and the kid's was blond (and so is mommy), so obviously mommy was cheating...then again she probably has to because daddy is so fat. Like the dude was obscenely fat, and yet the mom was actually attractive and thin. I don't think the guy has even seen his wedding tackle since he was a kid. That's how fat this bastard was. It makes me so mad that they didn't even seem worried about him and I don't care that they didn't thank me for watching him, but oh my God. So, to all of you parents, don't forget your kid or I will be super pissed at you and try to embarrass you on the Internet. Good night and don't piss me off.

Pargo's are the start to any great adventure...

2007-10-11T10:21:00.000-04:00

When we got back after taking lost & found today, it was finally time to leave. Well, as me and the two guys that I've been talking to, plus a couple of more guys I work with, were waiting on the pargo to leave, I realize that there's too many people and I decide to walk. But suddenly, one of the mechanics that works on the cars came out and we all started asking about their pargo. Supposedly, they tinkered with it (they being mechanics and all) and we were certain their pargo was faster than ours. He told us to all hop on and we did. It was the quickest ride to costuming I've ever been on...we made it in like under a minute, it was awesome. He told us that they rigged theirs so that it wouldn't start unless it had the yellow light on. The mechanics are awesome! Then later that night, me and Ray went to Epcot and I showed her the World Showcase and stuff. It was fun. The worst part was that we were late meeting Steph and she thought we had already went home, so Ray and I had to ride the bus. Let me tell you, that that was the most horrific night of my life. Surrounded by a bunch of foreign kids mosh pitting to get onto a damned bus. Seriously, this rude Hispanic boy had been blowing smoke in our face the entire time we were waiting for the bus and when we finally tried getting on the bus he elbowed me and finally I smacked him in the back of the head and threw an elbow in his rib. It was a sea of human debris swarming around a bus door. Like, we would have sooooooo been screwed if zombies were coming. ...Come to think of it, I am totally screwed if zombies come because I am in a tourist town and you can only imagine how many people are here and all the foreigners that could carry the virus from where ever they're from or if they carry it back home! OMG! At least I have my zombie survival guide and a good knowledge of the area. I got to finally see Resident Evil 3 as well. It was okay, but they left it open again. It had Claire Redfield in it and Alice came back kicking some ass. But all in all, it was tolerable and I actually jumped a couple of times. So yay for Zombies and adventure! I can't think of much else to tell you guys now. I'll need to go and adventure some more today. Mainly because I am off work! So, I shall babble at y'all later!

Why me?

2007-10-08T20:32:00.000-04:00

Yesterday, a guest hit me in the arm. Not like super hard to where I have a horrible bruise, but enough to piss me off. ...Then again, not enough for me to immediately call security, but enough for several children in my vicinity to learn a couple of new words. I told a manager though, but the lady was already gone by the time they could do anything. She hit me in the arm because she got pissed because I didn't drop everything to help her right then. As I was directing wheelchairs, she comes storming up and blocks them and begins to tell me that someone was squirting mustard on people. I was all like "OMG!" and told her to hold on just a second so I could move the wheelchair parties and she steps in front of me and continues to babble. And I'm trying to tell her I'll call security, but she gets fed up and hits me in the arm and storms off. "Nasty bitch!" is what Inner Kendora was screaming, but I said 'ma'am' instead and blurted out a couple of choice words. People are stupid...but so am I. Today we had three shows and we used the damned fastpasses. For the last show I was merge and on the radio I thought that the coordinator said to send people up the right staircase and at the same time I had this jackass babbling to me about something and this n' that, so I kick the chain down and tell him to just go. So I send about 200 people up house right, because the tunnel to house left looked backed up. Suddenly, I hear my coordinator going, "NO NO! Kendra the wheelchairs! THE WHEEL CHAIRS!" So I freak out and slam my hands down in front of the guests and start screaming at them to go the other way. Somehow, I managed to survive. My favorite part of the day was when I was VIP for the first show and these old people who haven't worked LMA in forever were giving me orders...hahaha, they don't know me. Weeeell, when I was VIP the old man told me to go and seat the chairs on the right mezzanine and I told him no. He got all crotchety with me and I told him no again with a smile on my face and said the coordinator had told me to stay in position (which wasn't a lie because she had said it last night) and I just grinned. I watched the mean old fart floundering and looking like a jackass on the other side. If he had been nice, I wouldn't have minded. But when we were cleaning house after the first show, him and his wife kept telling us all how to pick and sweep. Damn old people, I love 'em but how I wish they'd stay in retirement. Let's see...what else happened today... OH, I hate our freaking bus system. We need a new bus service here. A bus that was from the same company as the one we have provided for us pulled up near us. The dumb bus driver just said, "it's not your bus." He didn't specify and he kept smiling when he said it. The stupid f***er could have told us more clearly that it was a bus for guests and not ours instead of grinning like a moronic idiot. Finally, our real bus came, but still. The drivers are so freaking rude and they don't park where they're supposed to half of the time. I really wish I had brought my car...or that my mom and Steph would let me get a moped or something. They both tell me no because...well they really don't give me reason. I think I would look awesome on a motorcycle or moped. I could be in my own little stunt show, inside my head daily...well at least when I need to go somewhere. Also, I would save on gas and repairs! Parking would be awesome too, because I could park just about anywhere! I would wear a helmet and stuff. Maybe I should go sit outside some place and hold out a can that says, "Kendora's moped fund! Please donate. =)" Think I would get anything? Probably not because people down here suck, lol. Oh well. Maybe I'll buy a bicycle, lol. Well, I think that's all... Tomorrow I'm going to Epcot with Ray (my friend from China) because she's not been yet and I want to see how she feels about the China Pavilion. ...That and I just like going to the parks when I have free time. Okay, g'night guys!
P.S. 'Kay, I have to tell you guys about this and I can't believe I almost forgot. After we had our last show, my manager sent me to the Backlot Tour to greet and stuff. Well, when it was time to leave, I tried taking a shortcut with Claire (one of the Chinese girls) and we cut across this circle where the Backlot tram runs. I thought that the trams were done running and as we were walking past the steamroller from Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, we see a tram coming around the corner. I freak out because we can get in tons of trouble for being on the road when there's a tram coming! So we duck behind the steamroller and wait until the first part of the cab has gone past us (the part that carries the driver and the person spieling), then we shot out from behind it and jumped the railing to get to LMA. It was kind of funny because the guests were looking at us weird. I hope no one was recording, because I don't want to get in trouble for it, lol. Aaaaaand that's it. Oh, by the way, the lady that hit me didn't like punch me or anything, it really wasn't serious. So I am okay. And this is for my mom and sister: I am fine just stressed! I've got a lot going on right now and I'm not mad at you guys and I just want you to know I am busy but thinking of you. NOW...I AM GOING TO BED! G'NIGHT!

Umbrellers, Pooh, and dust bins

2007-10-05T21:21:00.000-04:00

So last night, Stephanie and Courtney and Jason and I went to Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party...it was not at all what I expected and hoped for it to be. It was actually pretty crappy. The cast members were rude, they gave you two pieces of candy, there weren't hardly any character sightings and the Headless Horseman walked his horse through Main Street. Seriously, it was not worth the $30 some odd dollars we paid to go. The worst part is, we saw our friend and he tried avoiding us...I had just told him earlier on the phone that we were going. So that was super lame. It was just a crappy night and made me lose faith in people a little more. The fun thing was that we all dressed up. I was a ninja and everyone else was a pirate. Jason actually sort of looked cool as a pirate and he kept calling himself "captain." I wore my "Are you a ninja or a pirate?" shirt because I thought it would be funny. Then today, we took a girl I work with to Magic Kingdom and it rained the whole day. She's Chinese and it was lots of fun. She told us about how in China her mom told her that she was found in a dust bin, so her mom took her home and said she found her sister in another bin later on. We were comparing stories about how in America we are told the stork brings us. She was also the only one smart enough to bring an umbrella, which she kept calling an 'umbreller' and it was the most awesomest thing ever. We also asked about the obsession that many Asian girls seem to have with Winnie the Pooh. It was fun. She had never been to Magic Kingdom so we took her on Pirates, The Haunted Mansion, It's a Small World, and the Peter Pan ride. Before we went to the park, we took her to property control and she thought it was cool. At the end of tonight, she gave us some chicken she cooked in Coca-Cola. It was actually pretty good. All in all, it's been an odd past couple of days. Steph is going to be awesome enough to do laundry tomorrow, I hope. I'll post some pictures of my adventures yesterday and the chicken. Be prepared.
So these are not in order, but the hands with the broom are from Goofy's float at the end of the parade...it cleaned and entertained! The villains were fun.
There was this one float with the skeleton band that proceeded the Villains. They were pretty cool. The guy on the ball was cool too because he had a pumpkin head...literally. We had a ball. lol, okay enough of the bad puns.

Like I said earlier, a lot of this is out of order. The Tick-Tock float was near the beginning of the parade. I don't remember where Pain and Panic were, but they were cool.

On to my favorite part! The Haunted Mansion float! The graveyard groundsman and his dog were there. Of course the dog wasn't emancipated because PETA got mad, lol just kidding. This is the before picture, lol again just kidding...seriously re-ride the mansion and you might get that joke. I couldn't get good pics of the butlers with the shovels, but I managed to get these good pics of the dancing zombies!

The Float was cool too because the three hitchhiking ghosts were hanging out and dancing on it. I totally loved the dancers.

This is the Pirates float, it actually came before the Haunted Mansion one... Barbossa was awesome. He actually came over to talk to Steph and I would have taken a picture, but I didn't want to blind him. He was really cool. Jack in the middle picture and was up on top of the float.

Cruella, thought it would be funny to make a mock karate yell while we posed together. She told one little girl she looked like sushi (the little girl was Ariel). On stage there was a thing with the villains singing and dancing. Afterwards, they came down. Steph was a pirate and I was a ninja with my shirt that says "Are you a ninja or a pirate?" I was the only ninja in my group. Everyone else dressed as pirates. I'll try to get a picture of us all.

Me being a ninja with Frollo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I tried taking another picture of the castle because it looked pretty cool. Instead I got a picture of this dude while trying to take a picture of the freaking castle, thanks guy.

So this is the chicken and it was not going anywhere...but it was actually really good. Yes I was really holding it above my head without the plastic wrap. ...Do the astronauts know about this creation?

Okay, so that's it for today's adventure. G'night guys.

Hey hey hey, I'm what's happening

2007-10-03T20:17:00.000-04:00

Today's title is inspired by some lyrics from a Missy Elliot song. Today was craptacular as always. I had one lady come up to me and demand to be put into VIP. I informed her I had no control over VIP and proceeded to open my clipboard to check VIP lists and just look busy in general. As I did this, she peered around my console to look at my name tag and I noticed this and held it out for her to see. I then told her if she really wanted, she could talk to the person at merge. Okay, this all happened after I talked to a VIP tour guide with a party of 9. Apparently the VIP person was with Tracy Laurence, some famous country lady-who I don't know, and so over the radio they mention this. I suddenly panicked because I thought the lady that I had been a smart ass to, was actually someone famous who could get me fired. But it turns out it was all good. Then, after, setting up for the exit of the show, I took all the strollers in the wrong spot and moved them to the other side of the area. I also moved the ECV's and scooters to another side as well. It was awesome...little revenge ya know. I think something else happened, but I can't remember because I've more than likely blocked it out. But people are jerks and the people my age that I work with act like they're still in high school. I swear, the only job I ever had where there was no drama was awkwardly enough, at the Disney Store. Eventually though, all this will pass and I will be a better person and will have honed my ability to be a subtle smart ass. Tonight, Steph had to work from 9am-12:15am. It's insane. I feel like I'm getting the hang of the job though and again my manager, MJ who is super awesome, mentioned to me about the Backlot thing and it was cool. Tomorrow night, I'm still trying to round up a couple of people to go out. I also took a picture of my leg so you guys can see my bruise, lol. I thought it would be funny. Now I will warn you, my legs are very white. I wear pants at work because I don't need any more scars or anything on my legs. Oh yea, for my fellow Kentuckians out there... I had a guest today say to me, "Well I will take it upon myself to inform you, that Kentucky is not the south." I just smiled and quickly walked away from him before I kicked him. I told my roommate Courtney and she said, "Well we don't (the North, she's from Ohio) consider you part of the North." So go freaking figure. Apparently we're in the middle and yet we embody the spirit of the south, but we're on our own. It's kinda lame, if you really think about it. Oh and again, today, I was seating the wheelchairs and called a young lady "ma'am" and suddenly her mom or whatever yelled at me and informs me that the girl has a name- to which I respond, "Well ma'am, I am from a place where we're polite and I was just being polite. So thanks and have a magical day," and then walked off from them before they could continue. It's called being polite and nice, obviously these morons weren't aware of such things...they were probably from the North. Anyway...I think that's all of the pissing off of people I did today. I just finished me some mini-bites mini ravioli and meatballs. They weren't very filling, but it'll do for now. I'm off tomorrow and will probably go run around MGM in the morning before going home and getting snazzy...okay not really, I mean about getting snazzy. I hope it's not rainy tomorrow. It would be crappy, but I guess if it rains, it rains. Crap, I just remembered that we have an inspection tomorrow of our apartment. Go figure, a bunch of 20 year olds need to have their apartments inspected. It's lame, but we have to do it. We have to make our beds and clean the bathroom...and we need to take out the trash and stuff. I drove Steph's car yesterday and it was fun because I didn't have to ride the bus. I'm going to try driving more because I'm getting more comfortable getting around now. I now how to get to Wal-Mart and the parks and stuff like that. I'm actually running out of things to tell you guys- I just wanted to catch you guys up on the stupid little things that happen in my life and hope that it gives you some entertainment. I guess I'll talk to you guys later though. Have a good night.

Apple Cider

2007-10-02T18:46:00.000-04:00

We bought a gallon of Apple Cider a couple of days ago and it sort of eases the homesickness that one feels. It reminds me of Huber's Farm, picking your pumpkin, picking apples, and drinking free samples of cider. I remember one time I was drinking it continuously until they had to change the cooler with some more cider, and if any of you know me, I took that as a challenge. I was halfway through this container when Grandma had to pull me away. Needless to say, it was a wonderful drive home. So yea...yay for apple cider. I forgot to tell you guys about what happened to me the other day. I was getting off the pargo (my co-worker who is in high school was driving) and as I was stepping off of it, she hit the gas pedal and knocked me over. I fell really hard on my left leg and thigh and hands. Thankfully, she didn't tell anyone else about it, because it was embarrassing. Well, I've now got this horrible bruise on my lower left leg and a horrible cramp/bruise in my left butt cheek. IT'S HORRIBLE. I feel like I'm going to die every time I have to run up the bleachers at work. I tried rubbing to see it maybe I pulled a muscle back there, but it hurts so much. I thought about asking Steph to look and see if there was a bruise, but that's waaaaaaay too embarrassing. So for now, I suffer a little bit every time I sit down. ...The apple cider helped a little bit. Not much else has been happening. I'm rounding up people to go out with me Thursday night to the Comedy Warehouse. I feel so special, lol. Speaking of which, there are some people I need to call. So for today, I will let you guys go. Hopefully something more entertaining will happen so that I may embarrass myself further for you all. ...Of course, me having terrible muscle pain in my butt is pretty bad too. Later guys!

So far, so good.

2007-10-01T18:49:00.000-04:00

Not much has happened since yesterday. I went to Pleasure Island last night and was wearing a hat and the the comedy guy called me 'sir' and then I was totally embarrassed. Steph wanted to go to the second show and the same guy was there, only this time we were in the front row. He said, "Hey guys!" Then proceeded to tell the audience what had happened earlier. I'm so paranoid now that I look like a guy. It happens too often. I think it may be the hats, but when I'm off work, I wear my hair down with a hat. Today it rained as I was leaving and thankfully one of my fellow co-workers gave me a ride home...of course , I was still sopping wet, but I didn't have to stand in the rain waiting for the bus. Still no word on me being trained at the Water tank, but the managers seem to be positive about it, so I dunno. I was pumped when my manager and the coordinator told me I was doing great, I love when I get some form of a compliment, but then again who doesn't? Tonight is some special fireworks for Epcot, but I dunno if I want to go. I might go just to see the fireworks and then ride home with Steph. I better get ready then. I figure it's one of those once in a lifetime moments so I should go see the fireworks, ya know? 'Kay, I'll talk to y'all later! G'night guys!