Chick Flicks and Other Myths

So, I've been in a bit of a mood lately. Things at home have been... less than ideal. Same goes for the rest of my life. Seeing as how I've been in this "mood", I've been watching a lot of chick flicks in hopes of getting a good cry. That cry hasn't been found yet, but what has been found is the complete unreality of these movies.

Now, I'm a complainer. I complain about my problems a lot. Especially regarding my romantic relationships, or lack thereof. So, most know my story, 20 years old and a total life virgin. That's right, never been kissed, never had a real boyfriend, never even held hands. So, that being said, these movies piss me off. Well, not just these movies, but ever television show too. For all the characters, unless their complete nerds or creeps, relationships come and go like the seasons. Everyone has a long list of ex's. So, I'm wondering, is this what the real world is like too? And if so, what's my deal? I mean, not to toot my own horn, but I think I'm a pretty nice catch. So what's with all the people around me, both in film and real life, and not all such... great catches, having relationships left and right. Getting to learn from their mistakes I guess. And then there's me, watching from the sidelines.

I use to get really sad about this, not so much anymore. I mean, I have a life and I've never had to make room for another person in my life, and I don't think I would know how to if one came along. But still, I wonder what this other life is like. What it's like to have someone who can't wait to see your face everyday. I'm starting to think that my new roommate was right when she said, "Maybe your just one of those people who will only have one person. And like, that person will be the one." I don't know if I want this or not. I mean, it is quite romantic. But, I don't know, maybe I want a little bit more excitement in my life. Excitement that I can control in some way. Or maybe I just want validation. Who knows, I sure don't.

Behold, Nutella, the Paste of the Gods!!!

I think I have a microscopic piece of glass in my left index finger. I accidentally broke a candle holder in my bathroom while opening the window. You see, we got a cold front today, and I recently went through a faze where I enjoyed candle light baths on a daily basis. I doubt this cold front will even necessitate a jacket, but at least I won't brake a sweat just walking to my car. I'm getting really sick of getting to work with a big sweat spot on my back. Kids aren't exactly kind when it comes to that sort of stuff. Like today, I took my hair out of a ponytail, thinking it looked pretty good. Then a little girl asked me why my hair was all messed up. So, the pony tail was redone and stayed that way for a while.

I can't sleep. Actually, I don't particularly want to sleep. It use to be my favorite thing in the whole world. But lately, it just seems like a waste of time. That is, until I actually go to sleep, and then I don't want to wake up and anyone who tries wake me gets a fist full of fury to their fragile psyches. So, instead of sleeping, I have been shamelessly facebook stalking. You know, it's quite a great way to pass the time, especially when your avoiding packing. I leave for school in a week, and while I'm glad to go back, it's kind of bittersweet. I won't go into why, cause it makes me look like a stupid little girl, and I like to sometimes think of myself as an adult woman. So, instead of sleeping, or packing, I am babbling on my blog that, like, four people actually read, while The Weather Channel is on in the background (don't make fun! It's the only thing on at 4 in the morning and it soothes me). It's no wonder I'm a 20 year old life virgin. In order to make room for a guy I would have to get rid of my sacred rituals, like facebook stalking, needless blogging, Weather Channel watching, not packing, and stuffing my face with the last bites of Nutella left in the jar. I mean, who in their right mind would want to do that!

Anyway, my finger hurts, and I'm hungry, and I need to go ahead and read my scriptures so I can go to sleep and maybe not completely hate myself when a baby is vommiting on my pants and I can't keep my eyes open at work tomorrow... well, actually, later today.

What Rhymes with Kissy, Starts with a "P", and Describes Me?

My face burns, my head hurts, my ovaries hurt, my nose won't stop running, I'm sneezy, allergies suck, my face looks like a pizza, my feet hurt, my butt's sore, I'm covered in flea bites, I have happy pills stuck in my throat, I'm depressed, my IBS is acting up, I'm too fat, the ice-maker doesn't work, the Sonic Ice is all stuck together, the dishwasher doesn't work, it's too hot in here, it's too hot out there, I'm not in California, my best friend's body has been taken over by school Nazis, I can't sleep, my Invisalign is cracked, my hair is too wet still, and the voices of the actors on "Sabrina the Teenage Witch" irritate the crap out of me but it's the only thing on tv at 4am.

By the way, I think I'm in a bad mood, or depressed, or something like that.

House Sitting a.k.a. I Want My Mommy!

I have been home alone for 5 days now. I'm starting to go a bit stir crazy. I have at least 6 days left.

It's been a crazy time. My first day started off with my dog peeing red on the carpet. I freaked out! I didn't know what was going on. I thought my dog was dying and I was going to have to rush her to the doggy emergency room. All of this at 4 am. So I called my mom, crying. Then she told me, what everyone had forgotten to tell me: She's been doing this for months now. In fact, it's the reason we found out she has lung cancer. So, my mom calms me down, kind of, and I get off of the phone with her, and I sit on the stairs bawling my eyes out. So much that I started gagging and thought I was going to choke and die.

So, I finally get to bed a almost 6 am. Then I wake up at like, 3 pm and everything is going fine. I'm was suppose to go see one of my best friends in a production of "Singing in the Rain" and then go out to dinner afterward. I was so excited cause this was the first time I will be able to see her since I've been home from college. I get all dolled up and go out to the car. I turn the ignition and it sputters. I turn the ignition again and no sound at all. I turn it again. No sound. Again. No sound. Then I start crying. Again. I call my mom three times, and no answer. So I'm forced to call my dad, who's not the most comforting in crisis situations. He basically tells me it had to be something that I did and starts telling me to stop crying. NEVER tell a crying woman to stop crying. I yell at him to get my mom on the phone. She does her perfect motherly thing and calms me down enough to answer the door when a guy from church comes by (my dad called him) to help me with the car. We go out to the car and it starts for him the first try. Apparently you must have the priesthood to successfully start my car now. So I get in and it starts for me two times in a row. Talk about embarrassing. So I go back inside and call my mom, who tells me to get going to the show cause I need something good in my day.

So, I start driving to the show and I'm still kind of freaked out and a little teary-eyed. I'm almost there, when I realize I am barefoot and I forgot to bring my shoes. So not only are my eyes all puffy and red, all my make- up gone thus exposing my all of a sudden acne prone skin, but I am barefoot, going to a theater. So I start crying again until I remember I have a pair of obnoxious green flip flops in the back seat of my car left over from the move home from school. THANK YOU GOD!

I come home and try to take the dogs outside to go potty, since they had only gone once this day. They won't go. So I get out the leash. Success! The go out and I lead them around the yard. Then I start feeling pinching on my feet. There are fire ants covering my feet.

I run inside and wash my feet in the shower. Now my feet are all swollen and red with VERY itchy ant bites.

Fast forward 24 hours. I'm back at home and things are going a lot better. I decide to be domestic and clean make dinner for myself. I made pasta with cheese sauce. The cheese sauce didn't turn out the way it was suppose to, but it was still very good. I got to do the dished and the dished I put in earlier are still dirty, and, oh yeah, the dishwasher isn't draining. Another thing I was not told about: our dishwasher doesn't drain well. So I give up on domesticity and head for bed. The dogs have eaten my last pair of earplugs, and the remnants are strewn across the floor by my parents bed. Great. I had just watched Ghost Hunters and finished reading my book for the night, House of Leaves. I laid in bed for two hours, wide awake, jumping at every little sound. Again, I don't fall asleep until almost 6 am.

Fast forward to today. I've taken on my mom's duties and taken my granny out shopping, which in and of itself is a feat worthy of nice long nap. I love her to death, but my goodness, she's high maintenance. So I come home and take a nap until I need to leave for my church Institute class (it's like Bible study). I forgot to set an alarm. My class starts at 7: 30 in Alvin, 3o minutes down the road. I wake up at 8:30. So I get up and put on my pajamas and sit down with my computer. Then I start hearing sounds from the bathroom next to me. All the animals are either next to me or upstairs. I look in the bathroom and all of the shampoo and bodywash what-nots are on the floor of the shower. Their is a ghost in my parents shower. And to add to this, I keep hearing gurgling noises next to my chair. It seems they are coming from my dog and yes, she is having horrible gas. Either that, or there is something living under my chair, or under the bed. Either way, it's isn't exactly comforting.

Long story short. This house is too big and my mom needs to come home.

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes?

I had a really weird dream last night. I was back at AMDA and it was all redone, really nicely. All the guys from Allview moved into the apartment next door to me in Vine and they were running around with prop machine guns "shooting up" the school. Meanwhile, I was a group leader for orientation and all of the people were going crazy and I had to keep them calm, cause I was the only one who knew it was fake. Then I met two girls who were Mormon, and that was awesome. Thomas, Kayla, Myself, and KayKay were the only MB's left, and we were in Kevin Owers' class with a bunch of first semesters and I was the only one who didn't have a song to sing. Thomas kept stealing my chair from me so some hot girl could sit next to him. So every time I went to sit down, I fell on the floor. Then I went into my dorm room, and it was an attic space painted yellow. Just big enough for my bed and walking around. The walls were covered with pictures of Molly Ringwald and some guy that looked just like her and posters for a movie with John Cusack and Duckie( from Pretty in Pink) where the are professing their love for 80's redheads. Then the movie ends up being in my room and I'm just watching them from the corner. Then I woke up.

Inception...

was ridiculous. Everyone needs to see it now! It was a total mind trip. It really makes you think. The cinematograph was gorgeous and the screen play was so inventive. Definitely going on my "best movie ever" list. I don't know how this movie will not win Oscars.

It also made me realize two new life goals:

1. Be in a movie with Leonardo Dicaprio

2. Marry Joseph Gordon-Levitt

Also, I think this is the first movie I have seen where Cillian Murphy did not play the bad guy.

Does Anyone Else....

Think Robert from So You Think You Can Dance is super hot?

Dear LA, please let me meet him!