♪: 蜉蝣 - アイドル狂いの心裏学

Yesterday was an exhausting day.



Decided to go to my cousin's graduation. It was so boring. I'm kind of glad I didn't go to mine. haha. Anyway. 120 kids, she's in the first 20, so me, my sister and my aunt had to sit there through the rest of the hundred and have people scream behind us. Have people keep walking in front of us, squeezing through. Normally, I would say, "Hey, sit down"; "Oh excuse me, I'm only watching the first in the family at graduation"; "No, I'm not sitting here"; "That wasn't my foot"; "I'm sorry for being at a seat when you pushed me aside to get through"; "No, I'm not trying to take a picture of the graduate, that's cool." BUT my aunt is a very, very shy person and it was her day, so I just kept my mouth shut and slept off the anger a little. I kept repeating, "Hey, I forgive their ignorance."
People get on my nerves. The worst of everyone is brought out at the wrong moments.

I remembered a story the other day my dad had told me a month or so back. When he was about 3, 4-years-old, his mom, his grandfather and him went fishing. At that age, my father was terrified of worms. So, the grandfather took two handful of worms and stuck them in my father's pants. My father turned so red in the face and began to wail, walking bow-legged with his arms sticking out. His grandfather laughed so hard, he bent over, hahahahahha.

At work the other day, my mom and I had a small joke which probably isn't funny, unless you were there, in the moment:
Mom - *says something I can't remember*
Me - Hey! That was embarrassing and awkward.
Mom - Like the time you wore Cricket's shirt to her house?
Me - Hahahahaha. That was awkward, you know. She didn't notice, neither did I, I thought it was my own shirt. Her mom noticed though. 'That's a nice shirt, Ichi.'
Mom - *stoner voice* Yeah, I'm a stoner man, I like Guns-N-Roses. (She doesn't know Cricket, but haha, I don't know how to explain.)
Me - Hey! I have one too! I love The Guns.
Mom - Oh, if only I had a baby book and recorded when you started to like them.
Me - Oh, today she finally sung along with The Axel Rose. The proudest moment in my parenthood.
Mom - *chuckles*
Me - Awwww, she did her first Axel Rose hip move. I've never been more proud.
Mom - Honestly?
Me - If only we had a baby book, mama sita.

A few days ago, I went to this small graveyard where I've never been before. Anyway, on this grave, there was this newt, salamander looking thing. I don't know, honestly.

That's the closest I could get without it scurrying away. When it did, I chased after it, yelling, "Blehhhhh!"
It was funny in the moment.

Now, to end this with an adorable picture of Princess, the cat.

♪: tina turner - what's love got to do with it

At the beginning of this month, I attempted to read Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen) when my mother handed me that damn Agatha Christi mystery, The Mysterious Affair at Style. Of course, two weeks go by before I finished it and then wanted to continue on Sense and Sensibility. Sadly, my sister handed me the funny novel Lamb (Christopher Moore) to read while she was studying for finals and all the little High School things. A week goes by and I was halfway through the novel before me and my sister went out together and bought a few books. I offered to by her a book. She picked The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton). She really, really, really wanted me to read it. I did, that night. I finished it in four hours. Then, I went back to lamb and finished that. (Everyone should read Lamb. If you're religious, it's not insulting at all. He did a WONDERFUL job at putting everything together, making it funny, heartfelt and et cetera. Really, I enjoyed it. Loved and adored it.)
PHEW.
I'm now on War of the Worlds (H.G. Wells). I'll wait on Sense and Sensibility.

I just wanted to say something else, too. I e-mailed this independent magazine a couple of my stories (Red Car, Black Cars and The Pirate's Dream). Of course, they were turned down, I knew they would be. Neither of the stories are really for that type of magazine. I told this girl that and she pressed me to turn in both stories. I was right. Then I realized that she might have just told me to put the stories in because she would like to see me fail, hahahaha. No, really. I write about ten times better than her, so who knows?
Then I saw the magazine, its first issue and realized that I was happy my stuff wasn't published. It looked very childish to me.
Maybe I'm just snobby?

I hope so.

♪: kim carnes - bette davis eyes

I want to become a buddhist. I've thought about it for a year now and yeah, haha. I really think I want to be, but I need a meditation center. Don't worry, I will never be a monk or shave my head. In Lexington KY they have a center and I'm thinking about, once I go to WKU, get my grades up, I'll transfer to there. Hmmm.
Hopefully.

The song I'm listening to. I used to hate it. My aunt would play it at work with her little stereo. Then it got stuck in my head for a few days. Now, I love it.
What's a song you hate running in your head?
Me.
It's the band-aid commercial with the kids.
I do love having Rick Astley's song 'Never Gonna Give You Up.' I can sing it all around the house. That thrills me. My mom loathes the song. Whenever I'm in the kitchen, cleaning, I'll sing it and all of the sudden I'll hear, "Heather, shut up!!"
Hahahahahahaha.

♪: simple minds - don't you (forget about me)

After the 80s post last time, I had to watch The Breakfast Club. I still love that movie, ugh.

THIS MONTH, 26 fucking days of this month, I have killed at least SEVEN spiders. Six of them had to be relatives. I think there was a little nest of them somewhere outside of our house and whenever I let in Molly, or come inside, they crawl in thinking they're sneaky. They're no Charlotte's Web, c'mon. Three of them, two relatives, one friend of the family, had been in my room, different days of course. AND THEY'RE HARD TO KILL ON RUGS. I hate killing anything to begin with. I hate when I am forced to kill something. If it's poisonous I have to since, well, they're in my room and could bite me as I sleep. Survival of the fittest.
I'm always fixing to cry when I stand over it. And one refused to die, which made me cry, haha. Twitching like that and everything. Reminds me of the time I went to get Molly fresh water out of her food bowl and there was a dead field mouse. I did a little scream and started to tear. I am so weak when it comes to animals, ugh, haha. I felt so bad. I didn't kill it, neither did my dog, but still, I felt horrible. Stupid neighbor and never, ever having someone come over and mow that acre long field that screams for mice, snakes and weird fucking insects invade it. There's even two old buildings that probably had cows or horses in it at one time still there. I bet tons of mice have their little nests in there. I wouldn't dare to step foot in there, nope.
Don't get me wrong, I do save bugs and such things all the time. Whenever I let my dog out in the morning, I make sure to scare of the rabbits in our yard (she'll get them and bite their heads off. No joke, she has done it). OR, catch a moth in a cup and send it on its way outside. I used to bury dead mice outside when I was younger, haha... When I was young enough to know better than to touch a mouse - they're diseased.
I remember one time I woke up to my sister slamming what sounded like a shoe in the bathroom. It started on one end and ended up on the other. It stopped, then it began again from the end it stopped at to the middle of the bathroom. It was funny listening to it. Later on, when I was laughing about it, she said, "It was sad, Heather! It just wouldn't die, kept twitching, ugh!"

Finish the dinky scarf for my cat, Princess, the other day:



I couldn't get a picture because, as I found out earlier, HE HATES CLOTHING.
Muahaahaha.

Toodaloo.

♪: kenny loggins - footloose

I love the 80s. I don't know if any of you have noticed. I often tell strangers, family, friends that I need to be born in 1965. Then, I would be 15 when the 80s hit and would be old enough for most of the movies, then be plenty old enough to go to concerts. I would be old enough to relate to everything.
Ack, I love the teased hair, clothes that aren't supposed to match and the dance moves (no, not only footloose).
Only one problem with the equation though... I would be an adult in the 90s. I hate the 90s. It's an ugly decade permanently marked on the universe's time. Heroine sheik? Bleck. I do like, however, a lot of the music from the 90s.
Good Things from the 80s
- Loudness (Japanese Rock band, one of the first)
- X Japan (A Japanese style of what heavy metal should not look like, hahaha...)
- Anne Rice's 'The Vampire Lestat.'
- Teased Hair
- Axel Rose
- Kurt Russel's bulging muscles in any movie he's ever in. Even when he's in the arctic, he finds a reason to be shirtless.
- CDs
- The glasses where you can attach a sunglass lens to your regular glasses. Every time I see one, I chuckle.
- Michael Jackson
- Nicholas Cage
- The Valley Girls ('Gag me with a spoon!')
- David Bowie
- Labyrinth
- Movies with Molly Ringwald
- Beauty and the Beast TV series. (Not that it was good, it most definitely wasn't, just hilarious to watch. omg.)
- Woody Allen
- Rap
- Serious entertainment value.

I have more, since I love the decade so, but I'll stop.
I thought of this subject while sitting on my bed, knitting while 80s music videos played on VH1 classic, haha.

ps - usually, when the 'footloose' song comes on, I do the dance. you know, head bent, feet popping out one a a time. My mom usually looks at me shakes her head.
other times, whenever I'm in the mood, i'll step in front of my mother and do the vanessa huxtable dance from the beginning to The Cosby Show. from this beginning.

♪: randy travis - diggin' up bones

(My foot, again, says, 'Hello.')
Yes, folks, that's right. I have taken it upon myself to enter the world of knitting. What you see here (see picture above) is the first square of my knitting experience. I had no plans for anything when I started to knit the square. I intended, at first, to make a scarf for my Princess, the cat, and when I compared the width of the square to his face, the square won. So, instead, I worked on binding the square off and using it to put hot pots on. I'm very proud of myself. I learned this by myself, with help from no one. My mother does not know how to knit, neither does my sister nor my dad.
I figured I'd make cute little clothes for Princess and Molly until I was good enough to knit names into scarfs. I've always loved those type things. Handmade sweaters and scarfs with the person's initial, or full name, on it. So, yes, I am excited.
I love creating. The power!

Yesterday I was at wal*mart, walking around, waiting for my parents while they were at Lowe's... And, I was walking down the girl's toy section and couldn't help but remember when I was kid, seeing a toy aisle is the way I feel about clothes, purses, books, electronics, or computer gear. How you get the swelling excitement in your chest and smoke wafting from your pocket full of cash. Yeah. Don't you miss those days where toys held that joy? Haha.
Then I wondered to the board games and realized I missed Scattergories.

I finished a book a couple of days ago. The Mysterious Affair at Styles. I love Ms Agatha Christi, but holy fucking god. It took me two fucking weeks to finish the 198 page book. I could read that in one, maybe two (depends how interesting) and it expended to two damn weeks. AHHHHH. I hated the way it was written, that's why. The mystery was a good one, but the writing sucked. I am so happy that she progressed to a neater, cleaner style of prose rather than that slop, ugh.

I just looked over my shoulder and my dog's head was craned over my doorway, ears perked, mouth seemingly smiling. And, as I stared at her for two short seconds I pictured a pink hat on her head, a bonnet. Ack. I can't wait until I get good, haha.

♪: 林俊杰 - 殺手

(I have had one song from Korea, Japan and now China.)

It's the last day of Asian week. And I would like to promote what I love about them. Yes, you minority.
1 - Japanese men are the hottest thing since volcanoes.
2 - They can wear women's clothing and look just as good (unlike American men or any caucasian).
3 - Fireworks.
4 - Tea.
5 - Nintendo.
6 - The weirdest shit I have and will ever see.
7 - Resident Evil
8 - Battle Royale
9 - Anime
10 - Bootleg of just about everything
11 - Bringing back the 'peace sign'
12 - One of the coolest crime shows I have ever watched, '마왕.' (The Devil) -- Seriously, if you get the chance, watch it.
13 - Jackie Chan
14 - How to kick major ass during wars without the use of guns, disease or any way an American would do it. (vietnam, kamikaze-not that it was good, just different-)
15 - Rice
16 - Ka-ra-teh
17 -Restaurant menu
18 - TOILET PAPER
19 - Ramen
20 - One of the most widely used stereotypical impressions
For more:
List of Chinese Inventions
List of Japanese Inventions
Koreans sucked, they only had two that I cared to find, haha.

Now for something Italian, I finally finished Godfather 1. HOLY FUCKING SHIT I DID NOT REALIZE IT WAS THREE HOURS LONG! Usually, it takes me at least three days to finish a movie, if I'm actually watching it and not having it on for background noise. Wow, though, that movie was fucking awesome. I can see why it's so widely popular. It took me at least two days to get into it, but after that, I watched the rest of the hour and a half and couldn't help but fall in love. I'm excited to watch the other two.
But first, I want to finally start on Damages: Season 2. I absolutely did love the first season and I waited until all of Season Two was done before I wanted to watch it.

♪: 宇宙戦隊NOIZ - bad music freaks

Asian Week is still going strong! I'm sorry to say I have been singing and listening to Phil Collins. Hits like, 'In The Air Tonight,' 'Don't You Lose My Number,' and 'One More Night.' Especially 'In The Air Tonight.' Which reminds me, have any of you seen the Hang Over trailer?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzmkDDmoODA
The last 30 seconds has to be the funniest. Mike Tyson? C'mon. If you don't smile to it, you're not human. I was with my parents and me and Mom cracked up. Dad chuckled. Then again, he never really was that big of a Phil Collins fan.

My parents were talking about a job they were going to go see tomorrow.
Dad - You know the road beside Peppers?
Mom - Yeah.
Dad - Well, you take that road, to the fence, and before you reach the dead end, you should be able to see a green house and there it is.
Me - Yeah, I like driving down dead ends to see where they lead me.
Mom - *smiles and turns back to Dad*
Dad - *completely ignores me*
*A few seconds later*
Mom - *smile turns to a chuckle, she looks at me (I'm cheesin' it) and starts laughing*
Dad - *Smiles*

Remember this soap?
My parents bought me the lotion and the body wash. Eucalyptus Spearmint. God, I fucking love it.

I suppose every author thinks about what kind of style they would be best out, or fall into it by accident, but I was thinking about what I was good at. I'm not really good at comedy, I like to explain things too expansively. I'm not good at romances (I hate romance). I'm not good at allegories or deep meaning novels. I'm not good at mysteries (hard lesson to learn). I'm not good at biographies. I AM GOOD AT twists and turns - dramas. I can make such drama executed in a mature fashion I don't know what to do with myself. I'm also nice at suspense. So, the last two days, I have come to terms with my calling, I suppose.

Remember, Click it or Ticket!

서태지 - 로보트

My Asian obsession has been kicking the bucket; in other words, it's dying. So, I dedicate this week to foreign music and Asians! I'm sure they won't be offended. Haha. It's better to have a happier week than the Pearl Harbor remembrance.

Yesterday I rearranged my entire room. I have several pictures of me in my room, or animals in my room, or how clean my room is, but I'll go ahead and repeat a couple of those past pictures. I chose the theme 'how clean my room is' since my room is now clean thanks to the Feng Shui.
Before



After




I gave the mini-dresser (what I like to call it since I'm not inclined to the titles of furniture) to my sister and replaced it with three mini-plastic tubs.

I have all three Godfather movies, so I'll be watching them tonight... Along with Gangs of New York (yes, jellyfishopera, I know you like it), and Goodfellas. Trying to buff myself on the whole mafia/gang thing for a story. Need to get in the mood to make a deal I can't refuse.
Hahahaha.
I didn't think it would work at all, but I said it anyway.

♪: matt nathanson - come on get higher

Today was a day of busyness. While I dropped off my sister and her friend at the mall, I, too, strolled around, searching for jeans, tops and the unmentionables. Sadly, no luck in all of the above, but I did try-on the unmentionables in the men's fitting room since all of the others were full (women, I swear!). I have to say the men's fitting room is possibly the most awkward fitting room ever. In women's (if any of the men reading this haven't tried on clothes in there) are always loud. Usually there's a woman talking to herself, her child, her friend in the next stall, her cellphone, or her husband (asking if he's still there, if so, go get a different size in whatever). Needless to say, it's very loud and busy. The men however are so quiet it makes me feel awkward to be half-naked in there. One man would, every time the fitting room noise would go off, imitate it, hahahaha. He sounded about late 30s, early 40s.

I would like to let every one know that today I have encountered the most polite man today. Well, I don't know if he is polite 24/7, but there's a good chance. Today, in AT&T, he was standing at the podium for about five minutes, waiting on someone to sign him in (I noticed him while I strolled around looking at phones). Then I went there, waiting too. We shared awkward smiles and about half a minutes later an associate came and the associate asked, "Were you here first?" to me.
The polite man agreed.
I smiled and said, "No, I wasn't, he was."
The polite man, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, of course."
And then another man came up when the associate finished with the polite man and the associate went automatically to him. Yeah, that new man didn't correct her, not that I cared since I had a miniscule problem that would take two seconds, but the polite man gave me a look and actually was fixing to correct the associate when I shifted my head and said, "Oh, I don't care, really."
Hahaha. I have never met a man of early-20s like that, ever. EVER, EVER, EVER.

ps - I went to Macy's to buy this Fossil purse I have been wanting so badly and as I walked to the purse section the sales associate was bagging THE LAST ONE to a girl. Grrrrr.

pss - Matt Nathanson's Blog is really hilarious. IF IT REALLY IS HIM.

♪: lady gaga - poker face

Normally I'm not one for pop-culture music, especially pop-culture music which condones drinking and sex. I hate the lyrics, but I love the music itself and her voice, yup. I have virtually emptied my subject bag. Things to talk about have thinned, yes. Blogs which pick one subject and just rant about that are kind of everyday and boring. Right? Can we please think outside the box?

SIMS has been off for a couple of days now. I think my obsession is deteriorating and that I can start to think clearly once again!

Last night's storm was ridiculous! For two FUCKING hours I was not allowed sleep by my dog. Yeah, that big, bully labrador I often show pictures of (I would show more but she runs away from my phone or camera). She would nudge me every time I would doze back off. Bitch (pun intended). The dog on my floor, cat on my bed, I was awake from 2AM until 5:30AM where the storm finally passed and the dog left me so nonchalantly I wanted to sit beside her and every time she would doze off, I would shake her awake. Haha.

Yesterday, at work, the brick layers were there and ... Wow, is the only expression I can think of to describe those men.
Here's why:
1 - The bricker on top started throwing bricks and other various work objects down to the man on the bottom... FROM TWO STORIES HIGH. The man on the bottom, "Hey, watch it man! I'm fucking down here!"
2 - While three mean were two stories high on the scaffolding, a man on the bottom was taking apart certain bars from the scaffolding bottom and trying to add something or another to it.
A man on the scaffolding while the man is taking bars out, "Hey, you're making it wobbly!"
Another man on the bottom, "Then stand still!"
...
Hahahahaha. It was hilarious.

Since my cat was moved in with me in my room, his little condo and all, there are a jar full of cute moments a day:




He's laying his little man jaw on the windowwwwww.
He's not anymore, he's sleeping with a leg hanging off his cat condo.

♪: new radicals - you get what you give

With the shawl over my shoulders, I write about how much I love Catholicism. The religion is probably the most intriguing. My mother is a protestant, my father a baptist, my sister wants to be a Jew and I want to be a Catholic. Of course I am an atheist, so, upon telling my friend I would like to start attending a Catholic mass every Sunday offended her. Why? Hell if I know! I like how they run things.
C'mon. Even their history is more colorful than the pope's threads. And, the Roman Catholic churches are very beautiful.

For mother's day I am writing my mother a mystery short-story. She loves murder mysteries, a big Agatha Christi fan. So, yeah. It's harder than I thought. Me, myself, am used to that merely flow from my brain omitting any prior thought. Murder mysteries you have to plan out everything, make notes of times, people, their habits, their histories to each other. I normally never have histories of people, well, not extensive history that would tie into the entire murder.
Ah, Agatha Christi is remarkable.
And to have it done in five days is stressful!

Today I went by the train, for memory's sake and guess what I noticed... The door was open. That door is metal and does not open on its own. I have ALWAYS closed it before exiting the train, because I do not like birds, or whatever, scuttling, flying in there. I remember the last time I was in there I closed it behind Emily.
Tsk tsk. Someone else has been in there. Not that I care anymore, because I quit the dirty deed, but it still irks me, haha. I don't know how to explain it. I have made one of the coolest places in my small town to do the dirty deed in... I have made yet another trend amongst my peers (whether or not we're speaking). Ah, I'm fucking cool as shit.

Me - Yes, I am the Problem Solver. You got a problem, I'll solve it! *wink at my sister*
Sister - *smiles and shakes her head*
Dad - *walking by, in a deep man voice* Problem? Not a problem. *winks*
Me - My new catch phrase! *points at Dad*

Another day
Mom - Heather, it's back on!
Me - Okay, I'm just getting me some H20.
Dad - *walking by* A little H20.
Me - You know, I say that to servers now. Why not? If I can make their job a little happier, I've done my good deed for that day.
Dad - Order it and say, 'A little on the O. Trying to cut back.'
Me - 'H20? Make it H1, healthier.'
Hahahahahaha.

I know when I'm PMSing when I watch lifetime and cry on one of their movies. OR, I see a pampers commercial for the one thing of pampers = 1 vaccine. Yeah, I cry.

♪: cage the elephant - ain't no rest for the wicked

This is me as a manga character, hahahahaha.