Yup. I'm at work. It's the only time I really blog. Too busy the other parts of the day. Which is rather sad.
This weekend I discovered an Album on my ipod entitled "Family Fun from the 1950's and beyond." and it's epic. It has the song "Witch Doctor" on it. As in the whole "Oooh Eee oo ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang" chorus.
And it is now stuck in your head. At least I have succeeded in that.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
This side of inconvenience.
Day 17 with no internet at home. All my updates and email checking happen at work or at a coffee shop. It is on this side of inconvenience.
I have life updates.
I now have an adorable kitten. His name is Jamie. He's white with black splotches, and overall very cute. But he's talkative. SO VERY TALKATIVE. As in we think he has abandonment issues. Each time he loses eye contact with us, he starts meowing. It's...distracting. But he's still adorable. And rather friendly. There has not been a person to come over that he HASN'T liked. He's fallen asleep on Evan's lap, he's wrestled with Whiskers, and yeah.
Strangely enough, the only person he ever gives problems to is Allen. They have a weird male dominance thing going on. Not that they don't get along, Jamie will as soon cuddle with Allen as he will with me, but Jamie gives only Allen attitude. It's a little bit funny and a little bit silly.
I'm graduating in almost three weeks. Guess what? I'm frightened. Mostly I'm frightened about money, big surprise there. I'm also frightened about finishing my script by then. Yeah, I have about 45 more pages to go on it. Slightly frightening. I will be getting ten pages done tonight, though. Yeah, it's slightly sad that I'm more worried about finishing this script than I am sending out graduation announcements.
My mother seems to have this wonderful talent of making me insecure. When I was having a low self esteem day, her first comment to me was how my hair is awful. I take her to the Ren faire, she says I'm giving the wrong impression to people by having cleavage. (I mean, it's the Ren faire! Cleavage is everywhere! More than just cleavage, BOOBS are everywhere! And my cleavage is relatively minor, comparatively speaking. Actually, it's very minor. And yet I'm the one giving the wrong impression? And why is she to nag me about it? I'm 22. It's okay for me to show some cleavage, especially while wearing a costume specifically designed to show cleavage.) I'm seriously debating telling her off. Cause her nagging and controlling ways are getting frustrating. She is also of the opinion that I shouldn't post any pictures of myself from the Ren faire, cause it is sending people on facebook the message that I'm looking for men. I don't think she understands it.
She also "expressed concern" that my relationship with Allen will fail now that we're moved in together. Nice, mother. Nice.
I have finally bought the movie "Office Space". I have worked in an office for two years straight now, and I have not yet seen that movie. I understand that this is something of a blasphemy. it will be remedied if I write ten pages today, five pages tomorrow, and ten pages on Wedneday.
It is unlikely that I'll write five pages tomorrow. Tomorrow I have: Work 9-2, class 2-5, wine tasting 5:30-6:30, honors Convocation 6:30-9, and Allen's parents will be out for the convocation. So yeah. I might see if I can take work off and just write in the morning, then make up work on Friday. But I'd have to be careful, cause my parents are coming on friday, and then we're going camping.
By the way, I have no voice at this moment. Well, I have a voice, but it's all crackly and dry sounding. I was told I sound like Bea Arthur by two people today.
Just talked to my boss, I'll be working only two hours on tuesday, then come in for two or three hours on Friday. So thank god, I'll have about three hours to write on tuesday. Uninterrupted.
That leads into the weekend. I'll be camping. Which means I'll have to write by hand. Should be interesting. I'll have to crank out a ton of pages, too. So that just means lots and lots of handwriting.
Also, camping this weekend is gonna be interesting. Allen will be there. Allen has a slightly quicker temper than I do. And Allen gets angrier at my mother more than I do. This shall be interesting. Allen and I will have to go on several long hikes, just to rant. Which'll be nice, get us away from the family for a bit.
Working upstairs from a starbucks has made me a bit of a coffee snob.
I just found the BEST descriptor line EVER! ""Ms. Palmos, an adorable piranha of an agent, said she was driven to take even the most unfortunately placed properties partly out of financial desperation." I mean, holy crap! Adorable piranha of an agent! In an article about Real Estate! That's fantastic! (Full article here: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/18/nyregion/18appraisal.html?src=twt&twt=nytimes )
That amazing description just kinda made my day. That and Allen just brought me a sandwitch. And told me all about how hyper the kitten is. Aww, now I want to just go home and play.
Side note: I always get nervous when my bosses conviene in the front of the office and whisper.
Hour left of work. I am very happy about this. Now only an hour before my marathon writing day (and playing with the kitten).
Have I been talking about my kitten too much? Cause he's absolutely amazing. (kitten).
I have life updates.
I now have an adorable kitten. His name is Jamie. He's white with black splotches, and overall very cute. But he's talkative. SO VERY TALKATIVE. As in we think he has abandonment issues. Each time he loses eye contact with us, he starts meowing. It's...distracting. But he's still adorable. And rather friendly. There has not been a person to come over that he HASN'T liked. He's fallen asleep on Evan's lap, he's wrestled with Whiskers, and yeah.
Strangely enough, the only person he ever gives problems to is Allen. They have a weird male dominance thing going on. Not that they don't get along, Jamie will as soon cuddle with Allen as he will with me, but Jamie gives only Allen attitude. It's a little bit funny and a little bit silly.
I'm graduating in almost three weeks. Guess what? I'm frightened. Mostly I'm frightened about money, big surprise there. I'm also frightened about finishing my script by then. Yeah, I have about 45 more pages to go on it. Slightly frightening. I will be getting ten pages done tonight, though. Yeah, it's slightly sad that I'm more worried about finishing this script than I am sending out graduation announcements.
My mother seems to have this wonderful talent of making me insecure. When I was having a low self esteem day, her first comment to me was how my hair is awful. I take her to the Ren faire, she says I'm giving the wrong impression to people by having cleavage. (I mean, it's the Ren faire! Cleavage is everywhere! More than just cleavage, BOOBS are everywhere! And my cleavage is relatively minor, comparatively speaking. Actually, it's very minor. And yet I'm the one giving the wrong impression? And why is she to nag me about it? I'm 22. It's okay for me to show some cleavage, especially while wearing a costume specifically designed to show cleavage.) I'm seriously debating telling her off. Cause her nagging and controlling ways are getting frustrating. She is also of the opinion that I shouldn't post any pictures of myself from the Ren faire, cause it is sending people on facebook the message that I'm looking for men. I don't think she understands it.
She also "expressed concern" that my relationship with Allen will fail now that we're moved in together. Nice, mother. Nice.
I have finally bought the movie "Office Space". I have worked in an office for two years straight now, and I have not yet seen that movie. I understand that this is something of a blasphemy. it will be remedied if I write ten pages today, five pages tomorrow, and ten pages on Wedneday.
It is unlikely that I'll write five pages tomorrow. Tomorrow I have: Work 9-2, class 2-5, wine tasting 5:30-6:30, honors Convocation 6:30-9, and Allen's parents will be out for the convocation. So yeah. I might see if I can take work off and just write in the morning, then make up work on Friday. But I'd have to be careful, cause my parents are coming on friday, and then we're going camping.
By the way, I have no voice at this moment. Well, I have a voice, but it's all crackly and dry sounding. I was told I sound like Bea Arthur by two people today.
Just talked to my boss, I'll be working only two hours on tuesday, then come in for two or three hours on Friday. So thank god, I'll have about three hours to write on tuesday. Uninterrupted.
That leads into the weekend. I'll be camping. Which means I'll have to write by hand. Should be interesting. I'll have to crank out a ton of pages, too. So that just means lots and lots of handwriting.
Also, camping this weekend is gonna be interesting. Allen will be there. Allen has a slightly quicker temper than I do. And Allen gets angrier at my mother more than I do. This shall be interesting. Allen and I will have to go on several long hikes, just to rant. Which'll be nice, get us away from the family for a bit.
Working upstairs from a starbucks has made me a bit of a coffee snob.
I just found the BEST descriptor line EVER! ""Ms. Palmos, an adorable piranha of an agent, said she was driven to take even the most unfortunately placed properties partly out of financial desperation." I mean, holy crap! Adorable piranha of an agent! In an article about Real Estate! That's fantastic! (Full article here: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/18/nyregion/18appraisal.html?src=twt&twt=nytimes )
That amazing description just kinda made my day. That and Allen just brought me a sandwitch. And told me all about how hyper the kitten is. Aww, now I want to just go home and play.
Side note: I always get nervous when my bosses conviene in the front of the office and whisper.
Hour left of work. I am very happy about this. Now only an hour before my marathon writing day (and playing with the kitten).
Have I been talking about my kitten too much? Cause he's absolutely amazing. (kitten).
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tough times
Times are hard right now. I don't really want to elaborate.
So, instead of elaborating, I'm going to list all the things that help me not focus on it. Like the good things in life. The things that make me happy.
***
KITTENS! This weekend I might be getting a kitten. Or two. But the very idea of kittens makes me so incredibly happy. It's like a natural mood lifter. I get depressed, and I start looking at the cost of things and the kittens available...and I get so incredibly happy. It's silly and child-like, but with everything going on, it's so incredibly soothing to have a cat to pet. Or to see cats walk around and play. It's soothing for me.
In whittier, whenever I was upset, my cat (Chewie) always knew, and would always start cuddling with me as soon as she could. It helps.
****
Video games. Particularly mindless ones.
***
Chips and guacamole at work. Speaking of work, kookie and strange stories from my coworkers. As I am typing this, Andy is telling a story about how he moved to California and started playing Starcraft. He used the phrase "so I started training" and "then I triumphed."
***
One of my coworkers just said this "The animation was so raw, that's why it was great. Great and impactful." We were talking about Invader Zim.
***
We just walked to 7-11, and "it's been a hards day night" came on. I started singing, and coworker said "Hey, isn't this like the song from Rock Band"
***
Now we're arguing about Komodo dragons. Apparently they're very poisonous. Who knew?
So, instead of elaborating, I'm going to list all the things that help me not focus on it. Like the good things in life. The things that make me happy.
***
KITTENS! This weekend I might be getting a kitten. Or two. But the very idea of kittens makes me so incredibly happy. It's like a natural mood lifter. I get depressed, and I start looking at the cost of things and the kittens available...and I get so incredibly happy. It's silly and child-like, but with everything going on, it's so incredibly soothing to have a cat to pet. Or to see cats walk around and play. It's soothing for me.
In whittier, whenever I was upset, my cat (Chewie) always knew, and would always start cuddling with me as soon as she could. It helps.
****
Video games. Particularly mindless ones.
***
Chips and guacamole at work. Speaking of work, kookie and strange stories from my coworkers. As I am typing this, Andy is telling a story about how he moved to California and started playing Starcraft. He used the phrase "so I started training" and "then I triumphed."
***
One of my coworkers just said this "The animation was so raw, that's why it was great. Great and impactful." We were talking about Invader Zim.
***
We just walked to 7-11, and "it's been a hards day night" came on. I started singing, and coworker said "Hey, isn't this like the song from Rock Band"
***
Now we're arguing about Komodo dragons. Apparently they're very poisonous. Who knew?
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