I have started a writing project. Yes, writing. I created a blog called The Shortest Blog and I will be posting short stories that I write. I hope that I will be able to keep this going. I have written one story and will be posting one chapter at a time. There are no guarantees as to what you will encounter, how frequent I will post, or if it's any good. It's pretty much an experiment at this point and if you feel like being entertained, go check it out.
I suppose my previous post would be considered an update of sorts - a very long update. But today I can tell you that it's not going to be so happy-go-lucky and there is a reason for that. It's called life. That big crashing weight came down and crushed me through the portal into reality causing my brain to explode in the process. Of course given that I've deliberately avoided and also inadvertently avoided - some thanks go to the plague also known as bronchitis - being an adult for a while, that was bound to happen.
What I do know for certain is that some things have changed. The future may still be a huge question mark but the possibilities have evolved. And the path to those possibilities has as well.
Wow. I sound like a hippy going on a journey through life. Let's cut the crap.
Points are good. Let's use points.
1. Life sucks. So does being an adult.
2. Forms and forms of identification also suck.
3. Deciding to be an adult and move to a different state all in one go was kind of crazy.
4. Being sick was gross but a welcome stall tactic.
5. Having yet another computer problem is to be expected but also extremely irritating.
6. Having to call your parents three times a day for logistical purposes sucks especially when you hate all the questions they ask you.
7. Realizing you don't know how to do half the stuff you must also really sucks.
8. When your body refuses to operate on a first shift schedule, it makes doing certain things really difficult.
9. Finally getting to read the last thirty pages of a book that you had to wait over a day to do and to have it actually really stink, stinks.
10. The fact that I have nine other points sucks.
I guess this is where I would say, "Rant over." But, I really can't do that.
(Confession: sometimes I really like writing long blog posts because *insert the other half of that confession*)
Perhaps the only reason I am taking the time to write a full blog post is because I am bored. Why am I bored? Well, technology has it out for me. My computer charger did that annoying chirp thing where it stops working completely and chirps at me. Not so fun on my end. Only this time it didn't start working again. Well, you know what that means. No charged battery. No more computer time. (Well, unless you happen to have a roommate who likes you and will let you use their computer. Hey! I have one of those!) So I have successfully used a Mac for several hours now and I'm slowly learning. (Yes, friends, I like it.)
Let's rewind back to the bored part. Now, there should be no reason, whilst having full access to a computer, why I am bored. The appropriate question here would be, "What were you doing when your computer ran out of battery?" The answer would be, "I was reading a book." That my friends, should explain everything. By now you should know how I am with books. Quite. Addicted. Oh, and I was thirty pages from the end on this particular reading adventure. Yes, I would say that it is a stupid book, which is true, but those are the most addictive. Trust me. All I've wanted to do for the past five hours is finish that stupid book. And there are no ways to do this. Unless I wake my roommate up and demand that she let me download an eBook reader on her computer. Not. Going. To. Happen. I'm not actually that mean. So, tomorrow I will either demand it or wait 2-6 business days for a new charger. Unless mine suddenly decides to perform the job it was designed to do. That would be just my luck. Alas, I must wait. Yeah, yeah, patience is a virtue and all that crap.
I will tell you that this past month has been an interesting one besides my computer charger revolting and my cell phone also revolting (that's another story). I had bronchitis. So not fun. I think I coughed up a total of seven lungs, two spleens, one kidney, and a liver. And you can bet that tissue demand was at its all time high. I probably went through four boxes of tissues (and still counting). Yeah, I'm still coughing and my nose still thinks it's a factory. At least I'm no longer coughing up my vital organs. That's always a bonus. And about the only thing that helped my wonderful condition was alcohol. Oh, I had fun with that one at a bachelorette party. And that, my friends, deserves its own blog post.
That bachelorette party? Totally for my upstairs neighbor. She rocks. She just got married and now I am totally here in my own place with a roommate for realz. It's pretty freakin' awesome. Except for the part where I don't have a job yet and I was stuck in the house for two weeks trying not to die.
And while I was trying not to die, so was one of my friends from college. So after I recovered enough, it became my job to entertain her while she recovered. Hey, she did bring me chicken soup and crackers for me. I might as well return the favor. So of course we watched Veronica Mars.
One thing I am pretty sure I have failed to mention, until now, is Veronica Mars. If you don't know what/who that is, you must solve this immediately.
The brief facts:
What: The best TV show that ever lasted three seasons.
Who: Awesome high school student/sleuth/private eye.
Where: Neptune. (Definitely not the planet.)
Back to that wedding... it was beautiful and amazing and I had a marvelous time. It may have been a three ring circus around here with the bride upstairs and the maid of honor downstairs but it was definitely worth it. One of the best weddings I've ever been to.
What else... what else... Oh, the phone thing. Well, the touch screen on my phone decided to revolt by stop working altogether. That was fun. (You see, this is what my life is like with technology. It honestly hates me. If you want more proof, ask me about my first computer.)
*insert random The Producers quote* Okay. I always listen to that inner voice. "Gimme those books! Fat, fat, fatty. Gimme those books! Fat, fat, fatty." Which reminds me of the fact, AGAIN, that I haven't finished that book nor will I be able to for at least another 15 hours (if it turns out I have a really, really nice roommate).
And speaking of books, I'm still super excited that I now have a home library. Five full shelves of books. Let's just say that my roommate and I love books. I keep staring at it and thinking, "It's just so pretty." Yes, that may perhaps qualify me as being insane. It's okay. I know the truth. You don't have to break it to me.
All in all, life is not bad. Unless you count the chirping that my computer charger makes whenever I test to make sure it isn't just fickle. And perhaps that incredibly irritating, nearly inaudible noise our TV makes when you turn the cable box off and the TV goes to static, especially since the fact that it's nearly inaudible means that it's incredibly loud in my head. So much so, in fact, that I practically race across the room to turn the TV off since, annoyingly, there is no remote. Except for those two things, I'd say all is good here. (Oh, yeah, the Eagles lost today. Add that to the list.)
But I made cookies! And now one of our cookies sheets looks like it has a tree design on it. (Thank you, dishwasher. Now it's pretty.)
That is all. Yeah. Maybe. Probably. Actually, no. Probably not.
I'm just going to be upfront here. Remember Me was a terrible film. I watched this film with a friend and we both decided that it was beyond bad. We watched it because we were curious. It seemed like it could be an interesting film and we had heard mixed reviews. So we dove in.
Robert Pattinson basically plays himself. A dirty, brooding guy in his twenties with an impulsive need to help others tries to deal with his own family issues and the exploration of a romantic relationship.
Here's where it is bad. There were way too many subplots. It was like a bad romance novel that also tried to be a family drama that periodically dove into crime and poetry. It tried to be too many things. And the script was poorly written to begin with. There were only two characters that made sense. Everyone else was confusing and had way too many issues. And generally, there was no flow to the film.
Now, the ending. Boy was that an ending. For a different film. Entirely. First off, it didn't fit with what the rest of the film was and it was way over the top. I will just tell you. The main character dies in the Two Towers. Perhaps if he just died in a car accident, I would have been content with it just being a bad film. However, it was in poor taste. Maybe if the film was about a family that we knew something tragic happened to with perhaps the hint of 9/11, it would have been okay. But like I said, the ending was for an entirely different film. It was way too serious and sobering for the attempted poetically amusing and quietly tragic story.
Of course the film did have its moments where it was acceptable and I won't put down the cinematography because that was nice but overall, the film just didn't work. And I don't usually dislike films. But this one had many issues. There isn't even one thing that could have changed to make it acceptable. It really was all over the place. Which is a shame because the idea of the story worked it was just poorly executed, excluding the ending which was just bad all around.
[you cannot express yourself in a more apathetic way than saying yeah sure fine whatever]
I am a music loving,
(ridiculous) romanitc who
enjoys a great deal of comedic relief and solving puzzles
" 'I can't believe how quick it was. I didn't feel a thing - they're very good,' he mused, closing his eyes again and pressing his lips against my hair. His voice was like honey and velvet. 'Death that hath sucked the honey of they breath, hath no power yet upon thy beauty,' he murmured, and I recognized the line spoken by Romeo in the tomb."