I could have swore that just yesterday I posted my 30 Day Blog Challenge.
Time to catch up.
Day 2: Talk about your tattoos and piercings.
Easy enough!
My first piercings were, of course, my ears.
I was an infant, it wasn't my choice. I don't remember.
As I grew older, I wanted more. The holes had shifted a little, so now I just ignore them
Now I have 3 new holes in each ear. I've had them normal sized, I've had them gauged to all kinds of crazy ways. Unsuccessfully, I've pierced my nose and ears and other parts. None of it turned out as I hoped, so I just let them be.
Right after my 18th birthday I pierced my tongue. I've had all of those since.
Tattoos, though.
My first one was a hand-drawn honey bee. Not unlike the ones from Whinnie the Pooh. It is on my side, above my hip.
Ink, as many people know, is addicting.
From the bee it then turned to arm tattoos:
3/4 of my right arm is covered, from above my wrist up to my shoulder. All of them are old Sega Genesis games.
It starts with Zombies Ate My Neighbors, then goes to Battle Toads, then Earthworm Jim, then Ecco the Dolphin, then Sonic the Hedgehog. Some the main characters, some the side characters and villains. Today, for example, I got Evil the Cat from Earthworm Jim on my shoulder. Next month I'll be getting the cover from Golden Axe II on the back of my shoulder.
No, there are no real pictures of them online. I have a few pictures of the individual bits, but there are no pictures of its entirety. Soon, my friends, soon.
Day 3: Write About Your Favorite Television Program
I wish I could write about my favorite television program, but I actually don't have one.
In all honesty, I avoid watching TV if I can. I really like movies and games, but TV, I could do without.
Back in the day, Queer as Folk was one that was frequently played in my house. When I was younger I liked Invader Zim. As of right now? There really aren't any. Its a struggle to find something enjoyable.
Day 4: Write About Your Closets Friends
That is pretty hard to do at this point in my life.
Many of my friends, I don't talk to anymore. The ones that I do speak to, we don't have the "best friends" relationships.
First off, I have no idea what to write about. It seems like the topics for me to cover are dwindling. So, if anyone has anything that they want to read about, feel free to let me know and I'll get to it. Lets make this blog more "reader happy", if that makes sense.
Secondly, I just watched the movie Funny People, and I seriously think that it made me depressed. 2 hours of a sick comedian's life spiraling out of control? Great.
Don't get me wrong, I'm all about depressing shit. I rather enjoy watching fucked up movies about drugs and gangs and crap like that. Not if I expect it to be funny though.
Thirdly, I'm about to slaughter my neighbors. Not only were they pounding on the wall with a hammer today, but now they're stomping around like a herd of cattle upstairs. Its really not difficult to walk lightly.
And lastly:
FUCK FOUR LOKO
*No, that is not me. My puke was blue and full of Funyuns.
I've lost count of how many days it has been since I've slept well. Going to bed at 6:30 am isn't cutting it. For some reason I keep tossing and turning.
Luckily enough, I've been able to keep myself busy.
So far I've nearly completed my Fallout 3 Laser Rifle prop for my Halloween costume. The rest of my outfit is ready to go. Same with Van's.
The other night I worked the midnight release for Fallout New Vegas. What a wonderful time!
Of course I left the store with my collector's edition copy, I haven't had a chance to play it though.
After leaving the midnight release a little later than 1 am, I drove a friend of mine home, then picked up my other friend, Jason, and we drove to Philly.
In the pouring rain.
At 2 am.
Several Full Throttles, a NOS, a Rockstar and a Venom later....
We got to my parents' house at 6 am, just as Dad was leaving for work.
Almost immediately we went to sleep, just to wake up in 4 hours then drive an hour into Center City.
There we waited at the Rock School of Dance to audition to work at DISNEY WORLD!
This was very exciting.
I figured, though, that we would just do some minor acting auditions and get an interview. I was sorely mistaken.
And sore in general.
Turns out we had to dance for approximately 3 hours. Almost non-stop. After being so exhausted (and sick from drinking all those poisons on an empty stomach that morning...), dancing was the LAST thing I needed to do. I was certain that I was going to faint.
The auditions were out at 5 pm. I felt confident and sweaty and ready to collapse.
With eyes drooping and heads nodding, we finally made our way home, ate dinner, then watched the extremely disappointing Scream Awards.
At 8 o'clock this morning, we woke up and made our way back to New York. Traffic was awful, due to ungodly amounts of construction.
I dropped Jason off at his house, then went to Planet New York and added on to my tattoo.
Now, I'm home, sitting on the couch, typing this with my eyes closed, ready to fall asleep. Maybe I'll make cookies for Van tonight, since I just got some chocolate chip cookie dough from Mom.
Or maybe I'll just lay on the floor until someone scoops me up with a giant spatula...
Van and I spend the afternoon at the New York Renaissance Faire.
It was a LOT of fun!
Getting there was a horrible hastle. Aside from not being able to properly read a GPS, the god-awful parking situation, and the less-than-accomodating staff, everything was very well put together.
It took us at least 30 minutes to figure out where to go. Turns out that you had to take a bus from the parking lot, to the fair. Then wander around there for 20 minutes while the staff stared blankly at you, desprite your confusion. Only to find out that you have to cross the street to get to it. Simple enough, right?
But, after going through all of that, it was wonderful.
So many colors and characters. Booths and tends and stalls of all kinds of interesting things.
Delicious food and pretty clothing.
V got me some lovely flowers and a turkey leg. Everyone knows that is the way to a girl's heart.
Plants and meat.
One of the coolest things we did, was see the birds of prey show. Enormous creatures, some of them. Owls and condors and hawks and vultures. It was really very cool.
All in all it was really cool. We're definitely going back next year.
I used to say that I thought I was a rather patient person. As my life goes on and I encounter more people, this theory seems to change a little bit. Perhaps morals are just different from what they used to be. Maybe people have just stopped caring. Who knows. I certainly don't. There are a lot of things that I see kids (and adults, for that matter) doing that I know for sure I would have gotten in HUGE trouble for if I did. Not to say that my parents were strict, because they definitely were not; they just brought me up to generally be polite, courteous and have manners. I must say that for this I am thankful.
Sadly though, I see how people act these days and it sickens me. I don't mean to be "hoity-toity" or stuck up, but at the rate our race is going, we're about to drive ourselves into the ground.
So, now, it is time for another list!
SKELLYTON'S SOCIAL PET PEEVES
1. Playing music off of your cellphone in public.
Whether you're sitting on the bus, walking through the mall or eating at a restaurant, you should NOT have your cellphone out playing your shit-quality MP3's for everyone to hear. Use some headphones. I don't want to know your "Top 10 favorite songs this week" while I am trying to enjoy me meal.
I once had a couple come in to Ruby Tuesday's while Van and I were eating, sit down at the table across from us and play music through their cellphone throughout their entire meal. Should I have said something? Probably. Would it have made a difference? No. Why? They were friends with the waiter. Go figure.
2. Take up two parking spaces, because your car is "the shit".
There is no need for you to double park your shit. If you do this intentionally, you are a pompous asshole. If you do this accidentally, you are a 16 year old girl that just got her license.
Another time, while at the mall, Van and I encountered another bout of douchebaggery. It was a Saturday afternoon and the parking lots were almost all full at the movie theater. It took us at least 15 minutes to find a space, when finally, low and behold, there was one! We begin to pull our car up only to see that someone had very intentionally parked on the line. This irked me horribly. If you are worried about your car getting scratched or bumped, don't take it to the mall. Don't take it to the movie theater at the mall. Don't take it to the movie theater at the mall on the Saturday afternoon. And lastly, don't take it to the movie theater at the mall on Saturday afternoon in POUGHKEEPSIE NEW YORK. I hastily wrote a note that said "You;re car isn't THAT nice, asshole" stuck it on their windshield, then went and enjoyed my film. The end.
3. Pure and simple laziness
Laziness within reason, I can handle. Being so lazy that you cause more strain for someone else, I cannot. Laziness and ignorance go hand and hand, to me.
Guess where I was for this one? Yep! THE MALL! Though, this time I was working. Sadly, this happens on a somewhat regular basis. A customer comes in, hustling like their ass in on fire, and comes up to me. They do not say "hi", they do not say "excuse me". The first thing out of their mouth is "I need 'x'". Now, 'x', is usually a CD of sorts. Let's say its The Rolling Stones. "I need The Rolling Stones." Usually in this situation, I would like to reply "No. You don't. You WANT the Rolling Stones. You don't need shit." But I don't. I don't say it. Usually, to be honest, I say "okay."
"You'll be able to find it a lot faster than I will, I don't have a lot of time."
"Its under "R" for "Rolling". All of our CDs go alphabetically."
At this point, I stop whatever I am doing, walk over to the very predominantly labeled "R" section and point to the 4 to 5 rows of Rolling Stones CDs we have.
"Which one is the latest?"
"I don't know...here..."
I then pick up a CD and look at the date on the back, explaining that CDs have a date on the back. I hand them the one that says "2010"
"Is this the latest one?"
"Yes. Its from 2010."
They then walk away without a word.
Apparently working in retail makes you sub human.
This post is getting far to long, so perhaps I will continue my list later on.
The house is warm and stuffy I feel as though I am hibernating. Today, I wish to make fried eggs. Also scones. Though, I lack the necessary supplies to do so.
Moving right along; More tattoos today. 30 hours of wonder. The sleeve is almost
done.
Then I shall move along to something new.
In the mean time, I shall search for the perfect minotaur.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
I am pretty lost right now in a way no GPS could help me Kind of strolling about with no reception in a country where I don't speak the language. I don't really know what to do with myself for the time being. In between being very, very sad, I am also bored, confused and frustrated. Help?
I think I came back to New York too early. Should have waited another day. But I had been gone so long that I wanted to see Van again. And now I have to go to work, which I shouldn't, but I've been away for quite some time and have no money at the time being. So I need to keep going. and I need more jobs. Looking at perhaps a bookstore? That might be nice. Since I like to alphabetize.
I'm currently in Philly, getting ready to go to sleep. Tomorrow we leave the house wicked early to go back up to New York. Its cruise time! Off to the Bahamas I will go. Unfortunately there will be no way for me to update while I am gone, as it costs a WICKED crazy amount to use the Internet on cruise ships. So any updates will have to wait until I return. Anyhow, the real reason I came on here was to rave about an Indian restaurant that just opened up around my parent's house. Its called Aman's and its in North Wales, PA. It was wonderful. I got a Boti Kabab, which was cooked lamb. Came with bosmati rice. Also tried one of their vegetable samosas. But, what really impressed me was this; My favorite Indian dish is paneer pakora. I love it. It is delicious. I could eat it all day long. For those of you who don't know what it is, its basically fried cheese with a curry sauce on the inside. So, so good. Now, I;ve been to several Indian restaurants, and I have yet to find it anywhere. I'm not sure if its a regional thing, if its an Americanized dish, or if its just uncommon. There was a place I used to go to called Greater India, and honestly, it was some of the best food I've ever had. But the owner was not very nice, so we stopped going there about three years ago. Since then, I have been on a quest to find delicious paneer pakora, and sadly, I have not found it. Until today. Whilst looking on the menu, I did not see it anywhere, and I was immediately saddened, but, considering that its a brand new restaurant, not even a week old, I asked the waiter if they by any chance made it, but it wasn't on the menu. He said no, but he was then kind enough to go ask the chef, just in case. And, the chef, was kind enough to make it for us anyway, even though they don't sever it there! It was very surprising and very nice. I was incredibly impressed. So, I figured I would write a nice little review, just in case anyone in the Buck's county area is looking for a great Indian restaurant. I highly recommend Aman's. And who knows, maybe you will see me there, because I will definitely be going back again!
For those of you that don't know, I have started my my externship at Mohonk Mountain House. Seems like a decent place for the most part, yeah?
Exception: being there by 6 am.
Meaning I need to wake up at 4 am.
Can I real quick get a "no bueno!"?
The hour-long car ride doesn't really help, though I have been making it there at exceptional times! Luckily this job hasn't been as bad as I thought and I only came home crying once. Also, I got to make food for Steven King, which is nothing to complain about, really. made some awesome cheesecakes, some blood orange curd tartlets, and quite a lot of other things over these passed few days. And today was my first day off. It was nice to get to sleep in and I am happy to know that I do force myself to wake up by 4:30 now, automatically, which means I am getting used to the schedule. Now if only I could get home at 3:30 like we originally planned, instead of 6:30 or 7:00 like I have been doing recently.
And speaking of the drive there, tomorrow Michele and I are going to get 2 for $3 Egg McMuffins. Hell. Yes. This is an exciting day for me.
We also had our training the other day and oh how I wish I could find the training videos they made us watch. One was about not touching other people's syringes or bloody razors if we happen to come across them while working. so pretty much the whole idea of the video was something along the lines of "Don't put your hands where you can't see them, or you will get AIDS".
Well, if I had a nickle!
Another video was on how not to hurt your back.
Awesome, thanks for telling me all of this now.
On a completely different note, I have found a recent obsession with an incredibly stupid website called Habbo Hotel. It's really lame and rather boring, but it is something to do when I'm just sitting around. It's pretty much like a really ghetto beta version of The Sims. To be perfectly honest, it really isn't even all that fun and to do anything cool you have to pay, which is something I am not willing to do to play a game online.
But I digress.
I finally got to sleep in today, my next day off isn't until next Sunday, so I am going to go look around for something to eat. I'm thinking...bagels.
Made it back home safely. Everything is pretty good for the most part. Iim currently sitting on my couch drinking a ton of yellow gatorade trying to get rid of a headache that has been hanging around since yesterday. Theres somethiing about this area and allergies, it seems like everyone has them. I think we're starting a new RP, but I don't understand it yet. Perhaps Ill think of something to do today until Van gets home. I had a dream about the grocery store. It wasn't a very good one, but a person I used to know showed up in it. Very strange. Grocery store dreams are always very vivid to me. Anyhow, I'm going to stop typing now, not because I have something better to do, but because I don't have anything else interesting to say!
Going home tomorrow morning. Got a gigantic bag of grapefruits and 9 mangoes! Woohoo! Along with some chicken and some eggs and some cheese and some veggies! Hooray for balanced meals!
Next time someone comes into my room in the middle of the night with an ice-pick, it would be greatly appreciated if someone would please tell them to leave and not stab me. Thank you. That is the only explanation I have as to why I have the more horrific headache I have ever had in my entire life. Someone must have stabbed me through the head like a deck of used casino cards. Thankfully my roomie has some super meds that knocked it out pretty quick.
Yesterday wasn't all that bad. Class was just class, as it always is. We got to practice for our practical. I burned my hand pretty badly, but its okay. I had forgo ten to put the butter in my pastry cream and it was already poured out into the plastic wrap on a sheet tray, so I had to pick it up and squeeze it out of the plastic. While it was still boiling. So that was definitely no bueno.
And then I had a ridiculous craving for a large vat of Count Chocula with strawberry Nesquik, a really rare steak, really well done barbecue chicken, a cookie, and grilled zucchini. All at the same time. It was pretty bad.
If you haven't noticed, I'm going kind of backwards since my last update.
Then to the weekend. Sunday was RP night. Totally awesome. It just bums me out and makes me wish that everything could be as easy as rolling dice.
You just tripped and fell down the steps. Roll six dice to see if you break your leg or not
or
You forgot your eclairs in the oven, roll 3 dice to see if you remember they are there before they burn
That would make life so much better. Sometimes.
But yes. RP night was great. I came home and my roomies asked what I did. Didn't bother trying to explain so I just said RPed. Monica says "In bed?" "No. I don't think he could handle me being a level 9 magic user." Then left.
And yes, there was funyuns and mt dew.
The day before Van took me to the city to have dinner at Jekyll and Hyde's. Aaaand that was pretty awesome. Perfect place to take the kid that lives for Halloween and love horror movies. We went with Stokes and Lynn, too, which was fun, because the last time we hung out with them was valentines.
And then Friday we hung out at our friends' houses.
Generally a very good weekend. And its Tuesday, which means that Monday is over, which means that tomorrow is Wednesday, which means that I don't have that same chef anymore! Hooray! Now, I think I'm going to go eat for the first time in a few days. Yippee!
I went home for the weekend and boy oh boy. Always an adventure, I guess. Got home right late last night and went straight to bed. Got up this morning and went to the grocery store to make a plethora of different baked goods. perhaps I will post a picture or two. Ive been fighting this food all day long, but on the way back from the grocery store we noticed that a bookstore nearby is going out of business. I went in to take a look and left with 14 comic books for about...a dollar. So that was awesome. And other than that, Ive been baking like a fool for most of the day. I went out to eat with Jess and she came over for a little bit. We did some catching up like we always do. Then came back and now I'm baking even more food. Hooray. Tomorrow I'm going to breakfast with Robby at IHOP, which is one of our haunts, then back to school. Mom is meeting Van, I think and I'm actually a little bit nervous. Aaaah! haha. It should go well though. Anyway. I have cherry turnovers burning in the oven.
There seems to be a continuous stream of people coming in and out of my room as if we have a revolving door. We're supposed to have four roommates but we seem to have anywhere between five and ten at a time. Strangely enough they seem to move like pinballs, ricocheting around all four sides of the room to see everything, in a giant whirlwind of colors and accents. Yesterday we had:
A Staten Islander A Vegan A Just-Turned-17-Year-Old Vlad Mia Broski
Then my three roommates and I.
All in and out, in and out, in and out. Crayons and soup everywhere!
And all of them come in and start looking through everything, which I'm cool with, because I have so much weird stuff. Guitars, fairy wings, a ton of food, crayons, videogames, books. So much stuff, so many bright colors. Its a sensory overload. I do desperately need to clean, especially since there are so many people coming in all the time. I'll have to do that today after I get out of class. Anyway. Off I Go!
Made awesome scones today. Ten points for Gryffendor! Today was damp and gloomy and I do not understand this weather. See, usually, it snows, the snow falls, it goes on the ground, it stays there, and then turns to slush. Today its more like snowSLUSH! Before it even hits the ground. Its ground slurry. Just add to boiling milk, you'll have pastry cream. Ew. You know you're at culinary school when you say things like that. Haha.
So I had this long coversation with Vlad the other night. We sat and talked about death for a while, about being afraid to die because we don't know what its like to not exist. I decided that it can't be so bad. Everyone has to do it. Dying can be no worse than living. I don't know. It was just a conversation we had. I'm really not afraid to die anymore. Woot.
Here is my 50th post. Just to give myself a bit of a boost, I'm going to go through the goods and bads in my life. Lets check it out.
The Goods
1. I'm actually doing well in school for the first time in a long time
I'm actually enjoying the time I have at school
I have some of the most supportive friends I have ever had. We can just sit around and bullshit, talk about important things, or go out. Anything.
My family and I are getting along really well, despite the stupid shit I sometimes do.
I have an awesome boyfriend that treats me well
I'm starting to realize that I deserve to be treated well. This is new for me
I get along with all my roommates and we have so much fun together
I'm starting to get my life straightened out
I don't hate myself as much as I used to
I make awesome angel food cake
I wake up with a smile almost every day
I;m learning to work around the big problems in my life
I'm teaching myself guitar and I love it. I can actually play songs now!
My health is in check. I'm not really ill or anything
I've learned to ask for help when I need it, I've stopped trying to do so much on my own
I've removed a lot of drama from my life, so it things are a lot less stressful
I've learned to start taking more chances and live life a little bit more.
I don't feel ugly all the time anymore.
I haven't smiled this much in a long, long time.
I quit smoking for the most part
The Bads
I don't really eat as much as I should.
I drink too much, but I'm trying to stop.
Michelle lives far away.
I'm running low on cash.
I wish I had better relationships with my siblings.
I've lost quite a few friends recently due to arguments and dramatic situations.
Over all I would say that things are going very well. I'm happy with where I am in my life right now. Things really look like they're turning around for me. And, when it comes to the bad things, I can fix most of them with time. I can't control when Michelle comes back, but she will, I can't do a whole lot about the not having money, but I can try, and if those friends don't want to be friends with me anymore, there isn't anything I can do about that either so I just let it go. But, I can stop drinking, with a little help, I can talk to my siblings more, and I can start eating more, which I have already done. I get up and eat lunch with my roommates almost every day now. So it's all going to be okay.
Career fair today. As usual I would have rather visited the zoo while the pandas were on the loose. (And to any of you that think it would be okay for pandas to be on the loose, just go talk to the man in China that got mauled by one.) But I digress. Career fair is always full of hundreds of people and companies that pounce on you like a starving leopard at a slow wounded animal. Not only do they pounce, but they shove handfuls of their paraphernalia at you so you remember them. Now really, I would like to know what some of this stuff is. They've given me a few strange contraptions. (See photo) I asked one man if he had any openings for baking and pastry students and he says "No! But we have caribeaners!" then shoves a caribeaner at me. I guess he knows I have been mountain climbing in my spare time? But see, I get really paranoid around people like that. I seem to have a problem with people approaching me and trying to sell me things in public, I get a little bit scared. So I really don't like things like career fairs. I think it may be because I was chased by a clown when i was a kid and they were trying to give me free hamburger tickets. Who knows. Anyway. Here is some shit about me,
1. I live in Hyde Park New York and I feel more at home here than I ever did in Philly. I love this place and the people I have met.
2. I have really irrational fears such as lint, poop, lugies, and sea otters. Please don't ask, and please don't joke around about the first 3, I will vomit on you.
3. I am a gypsy. I tell fortunes, I can read tarot cards like they're the dollar menu, Ill pick up anything i find on the floor and if you leave your food out, Ill jack it. I will not shrink you.
4. I honestly have people looking for me trying to kill me. I keep low profile in public now or dress opposite of how I am expected to. This isn't a paranoia, it is a fact. I'm not going to get into why, but there are people all over the world looking for me, they just don't know where to find me yet.
5. I believe in quantum physics, chi, and magick. It has all proven to be true so far, for me at least. Yeah, I know its a little bit sketchy sounding, but to each his own, yeah?
6. Recently I learned that my eyes turn yellow. It's really very scary, to be honest. My pupils also pulse. We figured that it's because I really don't eat enough. or something
7. I want to be a SuicideGirl. SO BADLY. I actually got accepted to be one. Doesn't look like its actually going to happen though, as much as I would really, really like it to.
8. Many people think I am a fairy. I don't deny it. Must be all the glitter, dancing, bright colors, and sugar.
9. I have never been to White Castle and I don't really understand why it's such a huge deal?
10. I am very proud of myself for knowing all the words to Bring The Pain by Method Man. Makes me feel like I've got a little bit of cred.
11. I'm really really sad that Michelle is leaving so soon and I really don't know what I'm going to do with myself or who I'm going to go to, screaming like a lunatic because: the Misfits are going to be in town, I broke my arm, I found SunnyD on sale, I just beat a new level of Zombies Ate My Neighbors, etc.
12. I love video games. I could play Zombies Ate My Neighbors all day, and sometimes I do. I will always be more a fan of Sega Genesis and TurboGrafix 16. Don't get my wrong, I dig Soul Caliber 4, but still...Zombies At My Neighbors will always be my favorite.
13. This is my favorite number. It is my birthday, it is the death card. It is fear and it is change.
14. If we ever go shopping together, don't expect me to buy anything normal. Last trip included SunnyD, 2 cans of shaving cream, a huge bag of straws, and watercolor paints.
15. I can eat a lot of food and I have really unusual cravings. So, someday I'm going to get pregnant and smoke a ton of pot then enter a WingBowl and win. Not really, but it is an idea.
16. if we have hung out enough I probably know things about you that you don't even know. I also can identify the way you smell and how you walk. I've also memorized your facial expressions and can probably imitate you flawlessly. I can't imitate the sound of your voice, but I can imitate your ton and delivery.
17. If it involves zombies or vampires, I probably love it. Old school horror is pretty much my favorite thing ever.
18. A lot of people seem to be afraid of me. They have good reason, but not really. I may look like I;m kind of scary, but I'm really not. People tend to turn and look when I enter a room. I can understand why, its just strange.
19. I am teaching myself to play guitar, I'm not very good, but I can play most of my favorite songs, so I'm okay with that. My goal is to learn how to play Turn Soonest To The Sea.
20. This is taking a lot longer than I thought it would. My laundry is almost done. I hadn't done laundry since before Christmas break. Grody to the max. But I still can't believe its only 5:20. I really thought it was like... 8 PM or something.
21. I have had this looming feeling that I will be dying sometime this year. After I get back from extern. The fact that 2 other people have confirmed that they have had the same feeling about me makes me a little bit nervous. I am currently just focusing on now and I also know that I can survive anything between now and then. I also found my church where the funeral will be. Call me morbid, but at least I'm giving out mix CDs as party favors when I die.
22. When I check my laundry, I just look for the dryer with the brightest colors swirling in it. That's how I know it's mine. Well, either that or the most black. I almost stole a girl's laundry today by accident because it was brightly colored. Oops.
23. I haven't eaten a meal in over a week. Just little tidbits of whatever I find. Perhaps I will find something tasty tonight.
24. I wish I was better at glowstringing. I'm not very good with my left hand so I keep hitting myself in the face.
25. I really love ska music sometimes, its like....the band geeks and the drama kids got together in a garage and said "lets make a band!" And its awesome.
The television these days is really going down hill. Last night it had me in tears. Reality TV is by far one of the worst inventions of all time. Not only is it addictive, it is completely useless. See, at least there used to be some good reality TV, back in the day. We had Survivor, Big Brother, The Mole, things like that. Nowadays we have A Double Shot At Love (as if A Shot At Love 1&2 weren't bad enough) Charm School, From G's to Gents, and I don't even remember the one I saw yesterday. It was something horrible. This girl had the most atrocious black, blond and blue hair and she was making a fool of herself. It had something to do with singing. Now, on top of all of those, you have Celebreality. Rock of Love with Brett Michael's, Surreal World (Or is it Surreal Life?), Celebrity Fit Club, then the ever loved Let's Snoop in Celebrity's Houses So We Know That Their Lives Are Just as Fucked Up as Ours As We Invade Their Families Privacy And Watch Their Rather Staged Family Crisis. All While Being Envious of Their Large Sums Of Money. Such as Run's House and Hogan Knows Best. And I'm pretty sure that Salt n Peppa had something like that. But really all they're doing is taking D list celebrities and sticking them on suffering networks to try to make the ratings go up. Sounds like a great plan to me. The reason these shows are so horrible is because they're just desperate for desperate, scummy people. They can have a television show with Tila Tequila (whoever that is...) because someone like Bono is: 1. Worth too much; 2. Smarter than that; 3, Actually cared about. Please, lets up Oprah on a celebrity dating show. Talk Show Of Love with Oprah Winfrey! FANTASTIC!
Then on top of that, you start with something like..oh... I don't know... America's Next Top Model. Good idea, yes? Then you have America's Next Top Model 1-35. How many Top Models do we need? But wait! All of these Top Models need clothing to wear. So hurry! Make up a new show! This is when all of the producer scramble and come up with Project Runway. Brilliant. Wait...it needs a host...hurry...who is desperate for drug money so they'll do anything now, even though no one cares about them anymore? Oh! How about a slightly-too-old underwear model? Fantastic! Hold on! We need someone to do all their hair...lets get some no names to compete in Shear Genius, while all the frantic culinarians on Top Chef make food for their lunch break. It's okay, we only need one winner for that. The models will just throw-up the food anyway. And of course they all compete on the latest reality show about interior decorators. Ten points if anyone can name what it is! Because I sure as hell can't remember. There is nothing to fear though, because if you're mean, loud, and obnoxious enough, MTV will contact you with a contract to find your true love on one of their many shows. As long as you're somewhat attractive or bisexual. So, by the look of it, as long as you are:
Skinny Mean Loud Bitchy A back stabber Hopeless A chef A designer A model An interior decorator A hair stylist Not straight Black White Remotely attractive Single Kind of single Almost single Willing to pretend to be single Cheating On drugs Fat Or have appeared on American Idol at least twice; You have a chance to be on reality TV!
Congratulations, you have succeeded in life.
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Long ride home today. Lots of snow. Ian was nice enough to drive me home. We were doing great for about an hour then all of a sudden we got enveloped in a whirling cyclone of frost.
Alright, that was a little bit dramatic.
But I think you get my point. It was a really dangerous drive. Lots of snow. New York to Philly. Quite the adventure. It took HOURS. But we did eat at the Eveready Diner today. yum. Aaaaand... get Starbucks. shhhhh... But honestly, it makes me feel like a spoiled, pretty Cali girl or something when I drink starbucks. Especially when I wear my white coat, sunglasses, or if I'm texting on a phone. I just feel like a shitty person.
But I got home and we went to eat at a grody Texmex place. It was kind of sick. And I went to the bookstore. The bookstore really is an enjoyable place. I enjoy hanging out there.
We then came home and watched Hellboy 2. Abe is such a great character. He's my favorite. See? Isn't he cute??
Anyway.
I'm sleepy. Goodnight.
Ps- Totally saw the 30 Days Of Night graphic novel in the book store today.
Its been a few days. I've been sick. It blows. Ah well.
I have two goals. Two major goals. One being bigger than the other.
1. Go see the Misfits this weekend. I really need to go get tickets and find someone to go with, but at this point, I'd walk to the venue and go by myself. Its important. Sure it is fun to go to shows with friends and cheer and have a great time, but I really go to see the band, not make conversation. Maybe that sounds really horrible, but if I wanted to just hang out with my friends, a concert would not be the best place...I'd say pick somewhere like the Starbucks in Barns And Noble or something. Or maybe a pool-hall? I don't know. When I go to a concert, I got for the music and the music ONLY. But anyway. The Misfits are the last band I need to see before I die. Yeah, sure, there are other ones that I wouldn't mind seeing, such as Wu-Tang,The Weakerthans, Leathermouth, Dr. Acula, Marilyn Manson and Protest The Hero, but they really aren't 100% necessary. I've already seen all the other ones I needed to (My Chemical Romance, Queen, Mindless Self Indulgence, Spice Girls [hell yes.], Horrorpops [Hell Yeah!], Taking Back Sunday and mewithoutYou.) some more than once. There have been bands that I was supposed to see up to five times (cough, My Chemical Romance) but things went horribly wrong. (Such as mothers thinking they were a bad influence [funny now she likes them and we listen to them in the car], food poisoning, fear that they were going to drop dead at the show AFTER the food poisoning, outrageous snow and the inability to get there. Thankfully I FINALLY made it to two of their shows. And now that I live in two different places, I'll get to see them a few more times when they start touring again. Oh shit. Tangent.) Damn. Where was I? OH! Bands. I really do love the Misfits. There is something slightly 'b-movie" about them and it's fantastic. Who would think? They really are the last band I need to see before I die. With my luck, I'll get struck by lightning as soon as I stepped out of the venue. But I think I'd be okay with that.
Next on the list:
2. Get a role in The Umbrella Academy movie. I would go to ridiculous lengths just to get a walk-on. RIDICULOUS. Though I would LOVE to play The Rumor. But, I can deal with walk on or extra. Or even just scooting around the set with a tray of little sandwiches and redbull for the cast. I don't care.
I honestly think that I am supposed to be acting. I really do. I miss it so much and its something that is continuously changing. When you act, you're never just doing the same thing. Its always something different. And that's perfect for someone like me who can't sit still. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy cooking and baking. This is the profession that will keep me going and stable and guarantee a career for me in the future. Though, I would love more than anything to act. I think I'm going to finish my associates in baking, then go on to do acting instead, because that it what I really want to do. I just feel like if I stop with culinary now, I'll never really get the job. I'll be stuck doing something I hate. I feel like this is what will help me get by in life. Unless I somehow become a famous actress. And we all know how likely that is. I don't know. I wish it weren't so out of reach. Being a train-ride away from Manhattan is fantastic, only problem is that it makes me that much farther from LA. Maybe someone with great connections will stumble upon this or something. If someone ever contacted me about acting in a feature film, I would drop everything but my pants and hop on the next plane to whatever location.
I could have swore that just yesterday I posted my 30 Day Blog Challenge.
