Alright, so I didn't post as soon as I wanted to. There hasn't really been a lot to say these days. Maybe it's because my life isn't so filled with interesting things. All I do is work and watch movies at home. Pretty boring. I feel like I'm living the life of that old man who should retire already.
I'm so sleepy! Living almost half an hour from work is exhausting. I have to wake up so early. But at least it ensures that I'm at work on time. It's funny that when I was only 7 minutes away from work, I was late more than half the time. Now I'm 23 minutes away, and I'm early by 6 minutes.
Isn't it great when you come home to find out your boyfriend used your laptop while he was taking a dump? Yeah.... I didn't find it that great either.
I felt really bad for Dylan today. I felt the need to break the news to him that he wasn't working with Manny today. So I guess he assumed he was working with either me or Heather. Unfortunately, it was the infamous Angela he was stuck with. Infamous really is the only way to explain her popularity among a large handful of GS employees. I feel bad about her reputation. Who wants to be known as the woman with whom no one wants to work? I guess even Frank feels a little bad about it...?
So after breaking the news to Dylan, he just sort of ghosted around the store, pure deflation of excitement. In my honor though [and for the record], I did give her the benefit of the doubt. In order to set the grounds for a stress-free environment, I've been preparing myself for her transfer to my store. I made peace with my previous opinions, clearing them to make room for new ones. And what with Adriana now joining the GS family, I'm not sure how work is going to be for me. Who knows? I hope and pray for the best.
Speaking of praying, I heard Laura was in a pretty terrible car accident. I saw the aftermath on the way to the Indio store. It was pretty awful looking. But apparently she's OK. I pray she stays that way, though. No back or neck injuries, hopefully. I can't imagine what would happen if she got hurt. She's pretty much the glue to her family. Despite Roy's chauvinistic chiding, they'd fall apart without her.
Well, good night. it's almost 10:20 now, and my eyes are as droopy as that old guy's moobs in Jaws.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Hello Again!
There is something that I realized today, while I was too busy being lazy and watching Julie & Julia than to put away all the clothes from the luggages; I will be 30 in just ten more years. And then I thought, "Maybe I shouldn't be watching this movie..."
For those of you who don't know, Julie & Julia is about two women from two separate times whose lives suddenly revolve around a cookbook. Boring, to some. But I find those kinds of movies to be very interesting... And I have a divine interest in food! Which is the second reason why I shouldn't be watching this movie. I mean, I do have a favorite feast scene. [From Chocolat, I think it was a birthday party - They poured chocolate over their chicken. The first time I saw it, I thought it was the best idea I've ever witnessed.]
Unfortunately, all I've got for food right now are pop tarts and hot pockets. Nothing, I'm sure, compared to boeuf bourguignon. I'm pretty sure I've had it once. They serve it at the buffet at Fantasy Springs. It's sort of sweet on the outside....? Really, I don't know anything about food. I just like the way it tastes. [Ten points for someone who can name this quote, "I don't know what it's called, just the sound it makes when it lies."]
There's a lot going through my mind right now. And a lot to do! The moving process is a difficult one... but when I look around this small casita I can't help but to smile. The unfortunate thing is that I am twenty years old [!!!!!!!] and living with my boyfriend's parents. >_>
Watching the movie, I also realized how less often I blog anymore. Blogging gave me something to do. It gave me a sense of worth. I could exercise my imagination and vocabulary, entertain with just the help of a keyboard. Hopefully I'll be blogging again on a weekly basis, as I used to. And I'll soon have a job that I completely enjoy. Or at least one that I feel successful doing. Feeling successful is much more important to me than actually being successful, anyway. Ten more years.... we'll see what happens.
Alright, so next week? Same place?
For those of you who don't know, Julie & Julia is about two women from two separate times whose lives suddenly revolve around a cookbook. Boring, to some. But I find those kinds of movies to be very interesting... And I have a divine interest in food! Which is the second reason why I shouldn't be watching this movie. I mean, I do have a favorite feast scene. [From Chocolat, I think it was a birthday party - They poured chocolate over their chicken. The first time I saw it, I thought it was the best idea I've ever witnessed.]
Unfortunately, all I've got for food right now are pop tarts and hot pockets. Nothing, I'm sure, compared to boeuf bourguignon. I'm pretty sure I've had it once. They serve it at the buffet at Fantasy Springs. It's sort of sweet on the outside....? Really, I don't know anything about food. I just like the way it tastes. [Ten points for someone who can name this quote, "I don't know what it's called, just the sound it makes when it lies."]
There's a lot going through my mind right now. And a lot to do! The moving process is a difficult one... but when I look around this small casita I can't help but to smile. The unfortunate thing is that I am twenty years old [!!!!!!!] and living with my boyfriend's parents. >_>
Watching the movie, I also realized how less often I blog anymore. Blogging gave me something to do. It gave me a sense of worth. I could exercise my imagination and vocabulary, entertain with just the help of a keyboard. Hopefully I'll be blogging again on a weekly basis, as I used to. And I'll soon have a job that I completely enjoy. Or at least one that I feel successful doing. Feeling successful is much more important to me than actually being successful, anyway. Ten more years.... we'll see what happens.
Alright, so next week? Same place?
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Another Vivid Dream
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So a group of friends and I had just gotten back from LA. We took the train all the way to the last stop, Rancho Mirage. Once there, it was time to get to class. We went into this really large house where there must have been four floors and a basement. On the last floor was our classes. Most of us went to our Photoshop class, and only one of my friends, Conner in the dream, had a math class.
During the photoshop class, the teacher went beserk. He started killing my classmates. I didn't know why. I didn't think he had any real reason. Apparently, he developed this lethal weapon that would course through his blood and not harm him, but if there was even a pin prick on his finger and he touched someone, it would kill all the cells that he touched on the person.
Another teacher who had heard the commotion came barging into the classroom, a shotgun in hand. He saw what was happening and started shooting at the teacher, not knowing of the weapon that circulated his veins. A bullet hit a pipe somewhere and water started flooding into the room. Blood splattered everywhere, and students were dying. There were only four students left, including me. The other teacher was still alive, but as soon as he got close enough to the killer, he handed me his shotgun and lunged for the guy. But he still hadn't known about the deadly blood.
The teacher then turned towards me. I shot him once in the neck. I aimed again for the neck, shot him another time. He still came towards me. So I shot him again. Four shots, and he still came for me. Finally, he got a hold of my shoulder, I tried to break free, afraid of death. But it didn't come; the blood did nothing to me. I was immune. I tried to distract the killer to get my friends out of the classroom before they left this earth forever, but they stayed not wanting to leave me. Suddenly, the other teacher arose. He was still alive. He got hold of the killer and flung him over a stairwell in the classroom. We heard a snap. He was gone.
Relieved and not knowing what to do, we filed out of the classroom, tired and still shaking. Conner came out of his classroom and found us all badly shaken. I looked into his face, empty of question but full of self-disappointment.
"What did you do?" I asked him. He took a paper out of his backpack. It was his class schedule.
"See?" He said, pointing at third period, "I took math instead of photoshop because I'd already taken a class before. I would have taken it again to be with you guys, but he bribed me not to. He said if I would help him, he could help me get a photoshop program which is too expensive for me to buy. I'm really sorry."
Somehow, his apology was enough.
Just then, the killer walked out of the classroom, Michael Myers-style. The other students freaked and ran in different directions. Sorry for what he had done, Conner grabbed my arm and lead me in another direction. I trusted that he knew a safe place. But at every turn, the killer was waiting. We hid in many rooms, behind walls and in corners. Somehow he knew where to find us. The only thing we could hope to do was to get out of the house. But the only thing there was left to do was to fight him. I didn't want to face that because Conner would have wanted to give his life for me. And true to all thought, waiting at one of the floor landings was the killer. And Conner lunged for him. There was a long struggle, but in the end Conner and the killer lay at the floor of the basement, having thrown themselves over the stairwell.
I was petrified for a moment. It took a while for the shock to trickle out of my body and the tears to well up in my eyes. But finally I was able to move and I found the front door and left. Once outside, I looked behind me at the large house. It was a beautiful place, but inside it was hell.
I found a cab waiting outside another house. Someone was leaving, their bags were being packed into the cab. Out of deperation to get far away from the horrible house, I asked to share the cab. I was so relieved, I just got in and sat quietly by myself, silent tears running down my cheeks and a large knot filling up my throat.
After everything was all settled in, we left the street, passing stoplight after stoplight. We finally stopped at the town fair. I decided it was far enough a place, and that the company of the whole town would be enough to settle my heart ache and pain.
I found a dressing tent and went inside, hoping to find some friends who I knew were to perform in the town play. Inside, not only did I find my friends, but also the company of constant chatter. It was enough to set a small smile on my face, enough to forget what had happened was real. Enough so that I was led to believe that it didn't really happen, that it was just a really good horror movie I had watched not an hour before coming here.
Fear started to numb me once again when I saw a woman pass me by with a large syringe in her hand. It was so out of place for me. It didn't make any sense for anybody to walk around with that large a syringe in her hand. I knew I had to get away. I found the exit and once outside, I was horribly dismayed. More women were walking around with syringes in their hands.
Run, I thought to myself. Run.
People started to run with me. They were speaking to me, telling me that it was OK. It was just town procedure. But I knew better. Some of those running with me had needles in their hand. At the sight I them, I changed course. I didn't want to be here.
As I ran, I looked over my shoulders. Bystanders were being rammed into the floor, needles stuck into them. Screams erupted everywhere. It was mass hysteria. To my left was one of my friends. She was in the tent with me, getting ready for the play. We looked at each other, and she fell. I loked back. A nurse was on top of her, a syringe in her hand.
Suddenly, I realized that I had no idea where I was going. I was so mixed in the chaos, I hadn't known to where I was running. I stopped to get a hold of my bearings. And right in front of me was the house. The so dreaded house. Then I saw Conner crawling up from the basement. I called out his name. I was so happy to see him again, to even see him alive and walking around.
"Conner!" I called for him. But he didn't hear me. I followed him, continuing to call out for him. I hadn't realized that he led me back into the house.
Once inside, I figured out where I was. But I didn't care. I just wanted to be with Conner again. Finally, he turned around at the sound of his name. We locked eyes and embraced in a kiss of longing. Then he told me everything he knew.
He told me that Ronnie had been getting mysterious calls from a stranger. The stranger threatened my life, and that if Ronnie were to inform the police of anything, that would be his life, along with mine. Not believing the calls, Ronnie called the police. What he didn't know was that the stranger was able to redirect the phone call to the police to his phone instead. He was the one to answer Ronnie's complaint, he was the one to log in all the necessary information there was to find out where I lived and went to school. He found Ronnie and killed him. He then became employed as a school teacher, specializing in computers.
It was all too easy for him, apparently. So he devised another plan, not to just kill me, but to kill everyone in the town. He planned this carefulling, waiting for the town festival so that he could appropriately gather everyone together.
Conner also told me about the pipes. The killer knew the pipes in the town were all connected, and was able to use them as a means to get from one place to another in a timely matter. It all started to make sense. He was efficient. And was also skilled in manipulating and brainwashing people. That's how Conner got tied into it. He didn't know that the new Photoshop teacher had any murderous intent. He knew only that the teacher wanted to help him get a program that he very much wanted. But I didn't blame Conner. He didn't know. Probably anybody would have done the same thing, under such manipulation.
And then Conner began to tell me of the killer's ultimate plan - But suddenly, a voice was heard over the entire town. It was the killer's. In a very warm and inviting voice, he told the entire town that he was going to kill us. He gave us directions on how to go about in finishing the plan by ourselves. We were to file into the school house, and in each desk would be a bomb. Every person must grab a bomb and strap it onto themselves. And wait.
I looked at Conner in fear. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and we headed towards a hidden staircase. We climbed up using the banisters, and meanwhile the killer's voice droned on. He was counting. Conner looked down at me and we locked eyes.
And then I woke up.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Insecurities and Misunderstandings
It bothers me when people talk about things they don't understand. They talk about it behind your back and don't even try to ask you what your side of the story is.
The worst part is that I don't have my own side of the story. People just automatically assume that I'm the monster, that I'm the one who's heartless. It makes me feel so insecure.
I fear the world has turned into a a pool of cynics. Failed relationships and heartbreak have turned fair hearts to stone. Only a handful of us believe there is hope for love, any hope for salvation. But those cynics continue to degrade our fantasies of happiness. And what happens to them, those cynics? In the end, they lie alone, shriveled up in an achy mess of pain and frustration. So unbecoming. If there was a cure to soften hardened hearts, that would be magic in itself.
So, heartless, am I? No, I believe in love. I haven't cried because there is no time to grieve. And as one of my favorite authors wrote, "When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it is not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end."
What Ronnie and I had is something people search for their entire lives. It was beautiful, and nothing I could have ever imagined. But somehow we changed. Our lives were going separate ways, in diverged paths. And we became unhappy. For the sake of salvaging our happiness, that dream that went far beyond any of my expectations had to end. If it didn't end, that dream would surely have turned into a nightmare. And what other end is there for an unhappy couple? We would have tortured each other with our anger, tortured to the point where all love is lost; the magic of being in love, and the magic of being able to love someone unconditionally. And when that love is gone, there is no salvation.
But put simply, as I have told Ronnie and other curious ears, we may have a future together; but if we keep doing what we're doing now, we might blow it.
So if you're too dim to understand that, consider yourself a cynic.
The worst part is that I don't have my own side of the story. People just automatically assume that I'm the monster, that I'm the one who's heartless. It makes me feel so insecure.
I fear the world has turned into a a pool of cynics. Failed relationships and heartbreak have turned fair hearts to stone. Only a handful of us believe there is hope for love, any hope for salvation. But those cynics continue to degrade our fantasies of happiness. And what happens to them, those cynics? In the end, they lie alone, shriveled up in an achy mess of pain and frustration. So unbecoming. If there was a cure to soften hardened hearts, that would be magic in itself.
So, heartless, am I? No, I believe in love. I haven't cried because there is no time to grieve. And as one of my favorite authors wrote, "When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it is not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end."
What Ronnie and I had is something people search for their entire lives. It was beautiful, and nothing I could have ever imagined. But somehow we changed. Our lives were going separate ways, in diverged paths. And we became unhappy. For the sake of salvaging our happiness, that dream that went far beyond any of my expectations had to end. If it didn't end, that dream would surely have turned into a nightmare. And what other end is there for an unhappy couple? We would have tortured each other with our anger, tortured to the point where all love is lost; the magic of being in love, and the magic of being able to love someone unconditionally. And when that love is gone, there is no salvation.
But put simply, as I have told Ronnie and other curious ears, we may have a future together; but if we keep doing what we're doing now, we might blow it.
So if you're too dim to understand that, consider yourself a cynic.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
So Little Time
There are so many things I want to accomplish in life. I am only 18 [going on 19 next month], but I feel like there is so little time to do any of it. The older I get, the more I feel like I don't want to just settle down in my early twenties. Like I said, there's so much to do. Yet at the same time, time itself is flying by so fast, but at the same time it's still crawling along, excruciatingly expanding every dull moment.
When I'm not working or out with friends, I'm here at home being lazy as well. I have absolutely no motivation for myself. I don't know why. I mean, there's a library down the street I've been dying to go to for ages. Yet I'm too afraid to go by myself. Well, maybe afraid isn't the right word to use. But I wouldn't really use embarrassed either. Still, it's down the freakin' street.
So you see my dilemma? Here I am, wanting to do so many things before I die. And yet I can't bring myself to do it. Along with my lack of motivation is my lack of confidence. It's terrible, really. I don't know what to do about it. Usually I feel like I can find all the answers within myself. But I don't know about this one...
To Do List:
Perform in a play
Sing at a karaoke bar
Complete reading list
Finish writing my book
About my book, my writing process has really slowed down. The motivation for that is still there... it's the creativity I feel is beginning to fade. Writers' block, perhaps. I'm not sure. I have so many ideas on my "writers' prompt" page, but I still haven't actually spread them all out and really put them to work. So far, I have 18 pages. There's so much I want to write. But I'm just worried it's not going to turn out as I hoped.
One thing is for sure, I really want to finish this project. I'm always talking about how I have all these projects, yet I never finish them. This one though.... I'm beyond excited for.
Well, wish me luck.
When I'm not working or out with friends, I'm here at home being lazy as well. I have absolutely no motivation for myself. I don't know why. I mean, there's a library down the street I've been dying to go to for ages. Yet I'm too afraid to go by myself. Well, maybe afraid isn't the right word to use. But I wouldn't really use embarrassed either. Still, it's down the freakin' street.
So you see my dilemma? Here I am, wanting to do so many things before I die. And yet I can't bring myself to do it. Along with my lack of motivation is my lack of confidence. It's terrible, really. I don't know what to do about it. Usually I feel like I can find all the answers within myself. But I don't know about this one...
To Do List:
Perform in a play
Sing at a karaoke bar
Complete reading list
Finish writing my book
About my book, my writing process has really slowed down. The motivation for that is still there... it's the creativity I feel is beginning to fade. Writers' block, perhaps. I'm not sure. I have so many ideas on my "writers' prompt" page, but I still haven't actually spread them all out and really put them to work. So far, I have 18 pages. There's so much I want to write. But I'm just worried it's not going to turn out as I hoped.
One thing is for sure, I really want to finish this project. I'm always talking about how I have all these projects, yet I never finish them. This one though.... I'm beyond excited for.
Well, wish me luck.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Blah Blah Blah
At this very moment, I don't think I have ever felt more peaceful. It's currently 1:20 in the morning and my house is quiet. The only sound that comes from within is the faint drip from the bathroom faucet. Outside is a raging wind. I can hear it from the other side of my window. But even though the wind just blows and blows, there's a faint quality of peace that can be found in it. I think it's just the sound of the wind, the laughter of the trees as the leaves and branches rattle against each other and the mountains holding their own against the strength of the weather.
Lately, I've been having this odd mixture of feelings. Anger and an absolute hope for change. This anger though, I think it's simmered down. I've always carried this mantra with me throughout my short life. It's not so defined, but basically whenever I find myself angry with someone, I have to ask myself if I really want to expend so much energy hating on this particular person. What a waste of life and strength. And why waste the opportunity of friendship? Hmm. Well, if friendship was denied by the other party, at least civility is welcomed there. Still, I can't let it break my spirits.
As for this hope for change, I like the way my life is heading. The direction is pretty clear, but there are a few steps I need to take to get to my destination. And that's what that hope is. What I need most is motivation. I've never been good at getting my own butt out of the house just for a walk around my house. But it would be good for me. Staying up until 4AM and sleeping until 2PM isn't a good idea at all. So I've decided I'm going to set me alarm every night for 10AM, regardless of the time I slept the previous night. And I also plan on volunteering.
I don't know if it's the God-given goodness in me, or just the want to get out of the house. I think it's more the former, but anyway, I've been really dying to get myself into a soup kitchen or a Christian-based thrift store. I used to volunteer all the time. Most of my volunteer work was under Sacred Heart, my elementary and middle school. Most of my volunteer hours were spent under a robe as an altar girl. If I wasn't serving God in church, I was at Martha's Kitchen serving lunch to the less fortunate. It was super fun having friends with me just hanging out, but it was most rewarding knowing that I helped in what little way I could.
My most recent volunteer service would probably be JPL. It was a rollercoaster there. Hmm, the drama that slowly trickled in like hot lava was unfortunate, but I trecked on for a little while. And then I finally got fed up with the place and some of the people. But I missed almost every second. being there for the kids, singing my heart out to God, and being able to go on all those camps was pretty rewarding too. I think leading worship was probably one of the closest times I've ever been to God. I miss that so much. You know, the other day I actually picked up my Bible to find a passage. Before then, I don't remember the last time I even had it in my hand. How terrible is that? And I used to even make it a point to read a chapter every day. That needs to change. Hmm. I need to find a new church, as well. I'm just scared. But maybe when I find a new one, I shouldn't be so involved.
Other things on the horizon also include my book. I won't really release many details of the book. But I'm super excited about it. The whole writing process has been so exciting for me, and it's crazy being able to write out an entirely different world. My favorite part about writing is creating my characters and totally enveloping myself in them so I know everything about them. Here and there I'll make changes in my writing to better suit each character. I love every second of the writing process. It's an adventure that I hope to really bring to life one day. I really do have to credit Stephanie Myers for inspiration. She indirectly helped to jumpstart my plot, but it's completely different. I don't want to steal any spec of detail from her. She's got a talent to draw millions to her characters, and that's the sort of thing I aim to do.
I don't know how it's all really going to end up. I mean, as far as publishing goes. It'll be a long and troublesome road, no doubt. But I've been a constant blogger for quite some time now and I've always believed that good writing comes from personal experience. So I've got what little writing experience I have under my belt. With that, I'm also armed with my love for books and my trusty laptop, a companion I hope to never lose. And maybe in time I'll be able to invest in an external harddrive.... just in case. My first laptop I had for only a month, and it just sort of died one day. For no reason. Even Geek Squad said it was for no reason. So thus this wonderful beauty [same model, but now she has a 2-year warrantly].
Gamestop... I never thought i'd ever work there. But I have been for three months already. Wow, time does fly by so fast when you're not really paying attention. I'm really excited about my job. I love it there, and I love the people I work with. I admit to not knowing much about the gaming industry, but it's a new challenge. I need to motivate myself to do some research from time to time though. Subscribe to free weekly newsletters to various gaming websites. How will I ever get promoted if I don't know what the hell I'm selling, right?
Ah. Life is pretty great so far. All I need to do is look on with positive thoughts in my head and I'm all set and ready to move with and take what challenges life has in store for me.
Lately, I've been having this odd mixture of feelings. Anger and an absolute hope for change. This anger though, I think it's simmered down. I've always carried this mantra with me throughout my short life. It's not so defined, but basically whenever I find myself angry with someone, I have to ask myself if I really want to expend so much energy hating on this particular person. What a waste of life and strength. And why waste the opportunity of friendship? Hmm. Well, if friendship was denied by the other party, at least civility is welcomed there. Still, I can't let it break my spirits.
As for this hope for change, I like the way my life is heading. The direction is pretty clear, but there are a few steps I need to take to get to my destination. And that's what that hope is. What I need most is motivation. I've never been good at getting my own butt out of the house just for a walk around my house. But it would be good for me. Staying up until 4AM and sleeping until 2PM isn't a good idea at all. So I've decided I'm going to set me alarm every night for 10AM, regardless of the time I slept the previous night. And I also plan on volunteering.
I don't know if it's the God-given goodness in me, or just the want to get out of the house. I think it's more the former, but anyway, I've been really dying to get myself into a soup kitchen or a Christian-based thrift store. I used to volunteer all the time. Most of my volunteer work was under Sacred Heart, my elementary and middle school. Most of my volunteer hours were spent under a robe as an altar girl. If I wasn't serving God in church, I was at Martha's Kitchen serving lunch to the less fortunate. It was super fun having friends with me just hanging out, but it was most rewarding knowing that I helped in what little way I could.
My most recent volunteer service would probably be JPL. It was a rollercoaster there. Hmm, the drama that slowly trickled in like hot lava was unfortunate, but I trecked on for a little while. And then I finally got fed up with the place and some of the people. But I missed almost every second. being there for the kids, singing my heart out to God, and being able to go on all those camps was pretty rewarding too. I think leading worship was probably one of the closest times I've ever been to God. I miss that so much. You know, the other day I actually picked up my Bible to find a passage. Before then, I don't remember the last time I even had it in my hand. How terrible is that? And I used to even make it a point to read a chapter every day. That needs to change. Hmm. I need to find a new church, as well. I'm just scared. But maybe when I find a new one, I shouldn't be so involved.
Other things on the horizon also include my book. I won't really release many details of the book. But I'm super excited about it. The whole writing process has been so exciting for me, and it's crazy being able to write out an entirely different world. My favorite part about writing is creating my characters and totally enveloping myself in them so I know everything about them. Here and there I'll make changes in my writing to better suit each character. I love every second of the writing process. It's an adventure that I hope to really bring to life one day. I really do have to credit Stephanie Myers for inspiration. She indirectly helped to jumpstart my plot, but it's completely different. I don't want to steal any spec of detail from her. She's got a talent to draw millions to her characters, and that's the sort of thing I aim to do.
I don't know how it's all really going to end up. I mean, as far as publishing goes. It'll be a long and troublesome road, no doubt. But I've been a constant blogger for quite some time now and I've always believed that good writing comes from personal experience. So I've got what little writing experience I have under my belt. With that, I'm also armed with my love for books and my trusty laptop, a companion I hope to never lose. And maybe in time I'll be able to invest in an external harddrive.... just in case. My first laptop I had for only a month, and it just sort of died one day. For no reason. Even Geek Squad said it was for no reason. So thus this wonderful beauty [same model, but now she has a 2-year warrantly].
Gamestop... I never thought i'd ever work there. But I have been for three months already. Wow, time does fly by so fast when you're not really paying attention. I'm really excited about my job. I love it there, and I love the people I work with. I admit to not knowing much about the gaming industry, but it's a new challenge. I need to motivate myself to do some research from time to time though. Subscribe to free weekly newsletters to various gaming websites. How will I ever get promoted if I don't know what the hell I'm selling, right?
Ah. Life is pretty great so far. All I need to do is look on with positive thoughts in my head and I'm all set and ready to move with and take what challenges life has in store for me.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Not So Much the Love of My Life
So Gen came over to Ronnie's house to hang out with me because I'm so irresistible. And I'm so glad she did. It would have just been me being bored, and watching Ronnie, Mark and Erick playing Risk. Sounds fun, huh? I know!!!!
Anyway, as I was saying, I'm so glad she did. We had really great computer time just now. Youtube.com doesn't dissatisfy the young at heart. We looked up old music videos of songs we used to love. Mmmbop, Us Against the World, Wannabe, and C'est La Vie. ^_^
And then it got better when she looked up Chase Crawford and Channing Tatum. Google Images doesn't dissatisfy the horny at heart. JUST KIDDING. Not the horny at heart. Just the... drooly at heart. You know, drooly. As in people who drool. >_> Or is it droolie? OK, either way that's a stupid word.
So then I got the brilliant idea to Google "gorgeous guys with dark hair!" Towards the bottom of the page, we found this quiz. I forgot the actual name of the quiz, but it went something along the lines of, "Which Gorgeous dark haired man are you destined to make love to?" I'm pretty sure that the title was a lot shorter, but who cares. The gist of the quiz is the same.
After a number of questions concerning my preference on men, I got my answer. Runner-ups included Johhny Depp [he looks like a pervert], Orlando Bloom [he was prettier as an elf] and Brad Pitt [I just don't get it].
And who is my number one, you may ask? Unfortunately Ronnie wasn't an option. But someone else was ^_^ JOSH HARTNETT.
We were destined to be together. If Ronnie hadn't wooed me with his strong arms, I might never have torn my eyes away from such a beautiful man.
Want to see a picture?
http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s20/lovemenikki_2007/Josh-Hartnett.jpg
This was the picture that told me Love at First Sight was real. He was my first celebrity crush, and a worthy one at that!
Funny though, the first time I've ever seen Josh Hartnett, I thought he was a creep. Of course, it was just the movie character he was playing. What's-his-name, Zeke, from The Faculty. I LOVE that movie, from the bottom of my heart-nett. I think that was my first scary movie, although it was more a sci-fi rather than a horror film. It's still the best, nonetheless.
Anyway, so yeah. I thought it was great that my opinion of Hotnett was so widely-shared. He's not too pretty, he's sort of rugged, older, and strong looking.
Also, it helped that when I first got obsessed with this stud, I was then currently living across the street from Home Depot, apparently his favorite store. I dreamed that one day I'd be there [with my grandpa, because why would a 13 year old girl go to Home Depot by herself?], and that I'd run into him, one of the most gorgeous men on this planet.
Of course, my obsession of this man [currently 30ish years old, more than 10 years older than me] isn't so strong anymore. I used to own 40 pictures of him and looked up Josh Hartnett trivia online whenever I got the chance. And I even made a screenname with 025 at the end of it because at the time I made it, he was 25 years old.
I'm so glad I grew out of the obssession. Some months ago, I looked up The Jonas Brothers on MySpace and read some of their picture comments. x_x I don't know how they do it. Some girls are plain old creepy. Straightjacket-worthy.
And I know that I wasn't much different than those delirious fans just a few years ago [or minutes ago, depending on your definition of crazy], but still. Even now when I say things like, "Josh Hartnett and I are meant to be together," I am completely joking. Like, if I randomly ran into Josh Hartnett in the streets of New York and my hair was gorgeously blowing in a slight breeze, and he ran up to me and said, "Pauline! You are the love of my life," I wouldn't elope with him. And if I really ever went to Home Depot and he was there was a big banner that said, "Make love to me, Pauline," I wouldn't do it [literally, har har hartnett]. I have found the love of my life. He's not exactly a movie star, but among friends he's just as famous.
But still, it's fun to look up hot guys online.
P.S. If Josh Hartnett ever even gets a glimpse of this post, I hope he doesn't think I'm just a horny fan. Because I'm totally not! I promise! He's just hot.
Anyway, as I was saying, I'm so glad she did. We had really great computer time just now. Youtube.com doesn't dissatisfy the young at heart. We looked up old music videos of songs we used to love. Mmmbop, Us Against the World, Wannabe, and C'est La Vie. ^_^
And then it got better when she looked up Chase Crawford and Channing Tatum. Google Images doesn't dissatisfy the horny at heart. JUST KIDDING. Not the horny at heart. Just the... drooly at heart. You know, drooly. As in people who drool. >_> Or is it droolie? OK, either way that's a stupid word.
So then I got the brilliant idea to Google "gorgeous guys with dark hair!" Towards the bottom of the page, we found this quiz. I forgot the actual name of the quiz, but it went something along the lines of, "Which Gorgeous dark haired man are you destined to make love to?" I'm pretty sure that the title was a lot shorter, but who cares. The gist of the quiz is the same.
After a number of questions concerning my preference on men, I got my answer. Runner-ups included Johhny Depp [he looks like a pervert], Orlando Bloom [he was prettier as an elf] and Brad Pitt [I just don't get it].
And who is my number one, you may ask? Unfortunately Ronnie wasn't an option. But someone else was ^_^ JOSH HARTNETT.
We were destined to be together. If Ronnie hadn't wooed me with his strong arms, I might never have torn my eyes away from such a beautiful man.
Want to see a picture?
http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s20/lovemenikki_2007/Josh-Hartnett.jpg
This was the picture that told me Love at First Sight was real. He was my first celebrity crush, and a worthy one at that!
Funny though, the first time I've ever seen Josh Hartnett, I thought he was a creep. Of course, it was just the movie character he was playing. What's-his-name, Zeke, from The Faculty. I LOVE that movie, from the bottom of my heart-nett. I think that was my first scary movie, although it was more a sci-fi rather than a horror film. It's still the best, nonetheless.
Anyway, so yeah. I thought it was great that my opinion of Hotnett was so widely-shared. He's not too pretty, he's sort of rugged, older, and strong looking.
Also, it helped that when I first got obsessed with this stud, I was then currently living across the street from Home Depot, apparently his favorite store. I dreamed that one day I'd be there [with my grandpa, because why would a 13 year old girl go to Home Depot by herself?], and that I'd run into him, one of the most gorgeous men on this planet.
Of course, my obsession of this man [currently 30ish years old, more than 10 years older than me] isn't so strong anymore. I used to own 40 pictures of him and looked up Josh Hartnett trivia online whenever I got the chance. And I even made a screenname with 025 at the end of it because at the time I made it, he was 25 years old.
I'm so glad I grew out of the obssession. Some months ago, I looked up The Jonas Brothers on MySpace and read some of their picture comments. x_x I don't know how they do it. Some girls are plain old creepy. Straightjacket-worthy.
And I know that I wasn't much different than those delirious fans just a few years ago [or minutes ago, depending on your definition of crazy], but still. Even now when I say things like, "Josh Hartnett and I are meant to be together," I am completely joking. Like, if I randomly ran into Josh Hartnett in the streets of New York and my hair was gorgeously blowing in a slight breeze, and he ran up to me and said, "Pauline! You are the love of my life," I wouldn't elope with him. And if I really ever went to Home Depot and he was there was a big banner that said, "Make love to me, Pauline," I wouldn't do it [literally, har har hartnett]. I have found the love of my life. He's not exactly a movie star, but among friends he's just as famous.
But still, it's fun to look up hot guys online.
P.S. If Josh Hartnett ever even gets a glimpse of this post, I hope he doesn't think I'm just a horny fan. Because I'm totally not! I promise! He's just hot.
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