My Newest Obsession

So, I'm currently completely and totally obsessed with Lord of the Rings right now. I mean, I've always loved the entire series, but for the past two weeks I have been completely enamored with the entire thing. Like, I just want to live in Middle Earth. I would be so happy. I would have Hobbit friends and I could own a horse and ride it everywhere and there would be wizards and I could learn how to fight with a sword... It's heartbreaking that I can't just go there! I mean, do you know what I would do to live there?! I WOULD DO UNSPEAKABLE THINGS, PEOPLE. And I would regret nothing, because I would be in Middle freaking Earth.

Or maybe I could just go to New Zealand, since they filmed the movies there, and I could just pretend that I'm in Middle Earth. I suppose that would do. For now. WHO'S WITH ME! Seriously though, I can't go anywhere new by myself. Someone's going to have to come with me. But I promise it will be fun. We can pretend that the children are hobbits, and all old men with grey beards are wizards, and then any man with long-ish hair is either a ranger or an army captain, depending on his hair color. For realzies though, do not even try to tell me that doesn't sound like the best adventure you could ever have.

On a slightly different note, I am officially on spring break now! I am so incredibly happy that I finally have a break. This gives me plenty of time to obsess over LOTR. I'm reading the hobbit right now and I've got about a million other books that I will attempt to read before next Monday, since I don't work until Friday. AND!!! The Hunger Games came out on Friday at midnight and I was sooo at the premiere!! My best friend and I, along with her boyfriend, my brother and sister, and a bunch of other people we know all went and waited in line for about six hours. BUT IT WAS SO WORTH IT. Let me tell you guys, I have never fan-girled so hard in my entire life. I was on the verge of tears the entire time. It was so perfect. And if you are one of those people who has been nit-picking how it wasn't completely accurate, and they left this out and it wasn't detailed enough, blah blah blah, I don't even want to hear it. Suzanne freaking Collins wrote the damn screenplay, and if she is happy with how HER STORY is portrayed, then you all damn well better be too. And even though I could go on for hors about all things Hunger Games related, I won't because there's something else I have to talk about too.

So, I'm supposed to have a hot tub/wine/Star Wars night with my best friend over our spring break, but she's sick and I'm so sad that we might not be able to do it. That was the one thing I was looking forward to, so I'm seriously hoping that she gets better in time. Oh! And I went through all the stuff in my closet today, and it is beautiful in there now. I just had to get that out. I feel so damn accomplished. I spent approximately four pain-staking hours in my Narnia-esqe, crap-infested hell going through every box, article of clothing, and any other random item that was in there and I got rid of so much stuff. I feel like I can breathe now. It's fantastical. That is all.

Oh My Goodness, Oh My Goodness

So I just got done searching the inter-web, namely Craigslist, for apartments for rent in Los Angeles and can I just say... Those peeps be out they mind. I thought $500 was a lot for a 1 bed 1 bath apartment where I live, but HOLY COW those people beg to differ. But I absolutely must live there so I will think of something!! .... Who wants to move to Cali with me! Any takers? Any at all?

And also, I just must get this out because it has really been frustrating me, although writing about this makes me feel like a whiny little girl. I swear, I'm not happy if I'm not complaining about something. But anywho, so, I've been helping out my chiropractor in her office for a little while now, and at first it seemed like a good idea because for a little while there, I thought Chiropractic might be something I wanted to go into. So I thought, 'Why not? It will give me some experience!' This is the part of the post where you may imagine me slapping my hand to my face. I was so wrong. I wish I had never ever ever had this idea at all. I regret it so much now. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my chiropractor, she is a great woman and has helped me and my health so much in the past few months, but oh my god. She is an older woman, so of course she is not very tech-savy, and the last receptionist she had was a complete fuck up and sent her practice to hell in a hand-wraped gift basket. So, needless to say, she needed help with ordinary office tasks and I, at the time, had some free time and thought it would be a good idea to help her. HOWEVER. It turned out she really really hated the computer program she had for her office, you know, the ones that keep track of all the patients and all their info and diagnoses and stuff, and so about two months ago she decided it was time to get a new one. So I got sucked into this whirlpool world of shit and now I can't get out.

Let me explain further. She is not tech-savy, but when I say that I really mean that she has an undying, burning, passionate hatred for all things technological. She doesn't understand why you have to do this and this when you just want to do this, or why they don't just have a button for that, and are you sure closing out of this window won't close all of them? How do I check my email? Which email was I looking for? ARGHHH I HATE COMPUTERS, WHY DOESN'T TECHNOLOGY WORK FOR ME, come here and do this because I can't! I just don't understand this, I don't understand that, you've told me how to do this simple task ten times this week but I need you to tell me again, you're not answering the phone correctly, oh and by the way I have a list of ten other things I need you to do on the computer today.

Are you annoyed yet? BECAUSE I AM. I literally hear something to that affect EVERY. DAMN. TIME I go into that office now. And mind you, I am not really getting paid for this. And now suddenly, right when I am in the middle of the semester and right as all of my teachers think that it is totally ok to give me ten thousand things to do, I need to be her personal assistant, and I need to be there all the time. I am supposed to put everything else on the back burner and help her print out demographics and shit on all of her patients because she only has until the end of the month with her old computer program. Where was this thinking two weeks ago when she had me sit there at the desk for two hours importing pictures from her phone onto the computer and then uploading them to Walgreen's website so she could have them printed? I mean, I know I agreed to help her, but that honestly doesn't mean I'm ok with being stressed out so badly that I feel like I would rather have a semi truck run me over than go into that office. I didn't go get an adjustment from her for two weeks because I knew if I went in she would make me stay and help her. (Me not going in for two weeks is actually a really big thing- I have Scoliosis pretty badly so it killed me, but that is a story for another day.) And now she wants me to give up my Spring Break to help her and I'm just like BIZNATCH, YOU CRAZY.

I wouldn't mind helping her if this was just printing out papers. Because that is what I signed up for. And because she promised to pay me- which she did, but only twice- which is really annoying because my time is valuable and I am buried up to my eyeballs with school work and all this other shit in my life that I need to get done- like filling out my FAFSA so I can take summer classes. For some reason, she does not understand that school is the most important thing to me right now and it is exhausting being in her presence anymore. It's sad, but I am honestly tempted to change my phone number and find a different chiropractor.

*Sigh*
I feel slightly better now, although, kinda sorta not really. I'm sorry I'm such a whiner :/

There is No Such Thing As 'Too Much Wine'

Do you know why there is no such thing? It's because wine opens your mind and lets you think about some crazy stuff. Like, why is it that all horses in all Disney movies are pretentious assholes? It's because Walt Disney got bucked off a horse when he was younger and it started laughing at him. Simple as that. You learn something new every day, I swear.

Even though I have had quite a bit of wine tonight, and it is actually really incredibly hard to spell, the one thing I am thinking about is how much I love my friends. I am so happy to have them. They will put up with my crazy shit and my cynical outlook on life and still tell me that I am awesome and that they enjoy being friends with me. Honestly, what more could you ask for? I never feel embarrassed to be myself around them, and I have never been so happy to have a vocalized stream of consciousness be received so wonderfully. I am the luckiest person ever.

Oh, and also, Veronica Mars is the best show on earth. The End.

What Am I Doing.

I have so much shit I need to do today. Important shit, too. The only thing I have been successful with today is getting my coffee and exercising. Why am I sitting hereee?!

Because, well, I have to plan everything out in my head and think on it for a while and then go do it. It's like I have to plan out every possible detail, and then think up every crazy scheme that could go wrong, plan for that, and then sit there for a while longer, and then I go do something else. All that planning for nothing. Hopeless I am. (I just watched Star Wars IV, V, and VI last night so I am feeling very Yoda-like today.)

What I really need to do is wrap my two best friend's birthday presents because I will probably be seeing them tonight and I would rather not be taping my packages in the car outside his house for once. And I need to go tanning because I'm on the verge of blinding someone with my white-ness.

But most importantly, I need to work on my directing project. I am doing the scene from Heathers where J.D. convinces Veronica to kill Heather #1 with liquid drainer and then the aftermath after that. I have so many things I need to plan out and so many papers I need to fill out, it's being filmed in two weeks for shit's sake! I wonder all the time why I do this to myself. Why don't I just move to California already and open up my own tie-dye shirt shop on the beach like I always wanted to. Then the hardest decision I would have to make was whether I wanted to start work at 10 or 11. And what colors should I put on this shirt? Blue and green? Red and yellow and purple? Oh em geeee, too many choices, whatever will I do?! Gosh that sounds so wonderful right now. And do you know what would happen after I open this shop? Everyone will love my awesome shirts so much that they will tell all their friends and then a very hot movie star will hear about it and come in to my shop one day and he will love me the second he sees me and we will live happily ever after on the beach.      Ugh.     I am such a typical girl. I know that will never happen, but it's fun to think about anyway.

Oh my god! I remembered I had a blog.

Holy moly! I totally forgot that I even had this for a little while there. I am sorry! I hope there are at least a few people who still care about what I have to say.

Well, if my dates are correct, it's been exactly a really long time since I posted last. I think I shall update the inter-web community on my life.

Since I last blogged I have:

• Continued to work at the same place. However, things are looking up for me and I am crossing my fingers that I will get the assistant manager position.
• Continued my never-ending school career
• Written a script for a class that actually won something!
• Decided that I still want to move to Las Vegas so that I can go to UNLV and get my Masters in Screenwriting
• Started seeing a chiropractor, and actually helping her out in the office occasionally 
• Bought my very own truck!

So yes! Pretty good things if you ask me. I am quite pleased with myself :) I must comment on the script though, because I am so excited about it! So, basically, I was in this screenwriting class last semester and what happens is every few weeks we had to turn in a short script. At the end of reading them all in class, we would all vote on the script we thought was the best and at the end of the semester, our professor would send them to L.A. to a publishing company owned by one of his former students. He would read them and if he liked yours, he might send you a check in the mail or something. Well! I had two of my scripts picked (which was so incredible, I couldn't believe everyone liked my writing so much!) And a few weeks ago, I got a letter in the mail from some place on Sunset Blvd. Turns out, this guy liked one of my scripts so much that he decided to give me the 2011 Fall Bucher Award for it!! And I got $50, which was pretty sweet. He actually personally typed out my letter and told me that if I needed anything or had any questions ever to email him or call him. I decided I needed to thank him so I sent him an email and also asked him if he knew of any internships where I lived (I didn't think he would but I wanted to ask anyway) he said he didn't really have any contacts in Colorado anymore, but if I was ever in L.A. to stop by because he would love to meet me and he was sure he would be able to find me some kind of internship in L.A.!! So, it looks like after I'm done in Las Vegas, I will be moving to L.A.! I am just so excited about this and I really honestly didn't expect anything like this to ever happen to me. And in all honesty, I may even consider skipping UNLV for now, especially if I could get some kind of writing internship in LA because I know you can learn more from real-world experience, so it looks like I've got a lot to think about! But this is actually so exciting that it's not really intimidating at all :)

Woah.

It has been quite a while since I have blogged, and the fact that I am actually writing this right now is making me think "Woah. I somehow just got super motivated. Now why would that be? OH YEAH. Because I should be studying for finals, but blogging suddenly sounds like loads of fun." So there. Here I am.

I feel the need to update everyone on the happenings of my life since I last blogged. Even though it's probably not that exciting. But that's ok.

Sine the last time I blogged I have:

- Worked. 

In case you're curious what that was like, you can just reread any blog I have that has to do with work (which is most of them) and that should pretty much sum it up for you. We don't enjoy change at my place of work. That's not what we're all about.

-  Went to school.

This was also very much the same. The only thing that really changed was the amount I did not want to go. I swear, college is turning into a never-ending case of Senioritis and I might be dead before it's officially over with.

- Booked my "before summer vacation"

Yes. That is correct. I need a vacation before I start the summer vacation from school. Where am I going? Chicago. Mhmmm. Yes indeedy. Most of my family lives there and I am going for like, 5 days. I got really cheap airfare, so that's why I'm going. Plus, I need a break from work and my family before I have to be stuck with them (both work and my family) all summer. I think it's kind of sad how burned out on work I am already. That is not a good sign. Working this summer is going to be like being strapped to the physical embodiment of the deepest circle of hell. 

- Decided that I am going to get my Bartending Certificate

This is probably one of the most exciting things ever. I'll get my certificate and then they will help me find a new job and then I will make lots and lots of money and I will be so much happier because instead of making food for people all day, I get to make drinks for people all night. Which I won't mind because then when I'm 21 I can move to Las Vegas like I want to and get a job at a really awesome club or something and then I will meet my future celebrity husband, and then I will quit bartending and go work for the Travel Channel. And then I will have a very very sexy car and everything will be good in the world.

- Bought a ton of incense

One of my friends who lives like 2 hours away because of school came back to town this last weekend and we went shopping. We went to an Independent Records store and picked out sooo much incense. I love incense. It's really nice too because my mom just walked in my room and told me it smells like cigarettes even though it doesn't. This is nice because it means she won't want to come in here and ask me weird questions all day.

So that is what I have done. Now onto what I am going to do.

- Finals

I have one final each day this week, meaning I am officially done with school on Thursday. I already have my class schedule for next year done and I need to finish my financial aid thing, but once that is done, I won't have to think about school for three months. Hallelujah. 

- Not work. 

Since I have finals this week I am not working at all. This makes me so happy I could cry. I think I actually might have when I found out they'd given me the whole week off without me asking them to.

- Going to a concert.

I am going to see Hail the Villain and All That Remains on Friday. They're playing at my favorite venue of all time and I am going with one of my favorite people of all time. I am seriously so stoked. 

- Leaving for Chicago.

The morning after the concert I am leaving at 7:25 A.M. for Chicago. I am also super stoked about this. I love Chicago so much. Even though I am going to be so tired. But I don't care. It will all be so worth it when it's all over. I just know it. 

I'm thinking about everything that has happened and everything that is going to happen and I'm seriously like, "Woah." My life is actually going to be pretty freaking awesome here in a minute. 

Sunday Can Eat Shit

This is basically how I felt going in to work today, except I wasn't hung over or out of coffee, and I don't smoke anymore. This would be more accurate if it said
Worked all weekend, have better shit to do, and Easter is a shit holiday to work on. So why the hell am I here? (The cigarette would just be there for effect. And I am not cool enough to own a shirt with a monkey with wonky hair on it. My shirt is dark blue with bleach stains on it, naturally.)

Now, I am really not religious, so the fact that I had to work on Easter didn't bother me on a spiritual level. Really what bothers me is the fact that the owners of my place of work are arrogant enough to think that people give a flying rat's ass about their rinky-dink shit-hole on a huge Christian holiday. I didn't even get paid overtime for working today. And do you know what I think about that? I think that is some really shitty shit and I almost wanna kick someone's ass. 

Allow me to paint the scene for you: It is 8:30 A.M. and it is cloudy, windy, cold and rainy. There is still ridiculous amounts of heavy snow on the ground from last night's mid-April snow shit-storm. The beat up, slightly cool-looking, but secretly shitty sports car that is reluctantly driving down the road did not want to start and is still pretty pissed off it had to leave the driveway on this asswagon of a day. The disgruntled girl driving said shitty sports car is late to work (again) and is extremely peeved at having to come into work today because she is smarter than the airheads she works for and knows today is going to be slower than molasses in January. The disgruntled girl begins her work day, thankful for the lovely radio in the prep room- the only reason she enjoys work most days- and tunes to her favorite radio station. The day doesn't seem so bad at this moment. She continues with her morning prep work and pals around with her coworkers when they all arrive. They finish the prep work early and continue to waste time until they must announce they are open to the three people in the entire store. Soon enough, the time comes for the announcement. By this time there are maybe four people around and guess what? None of them give a pig's fat arse. 

A few hours pass. The cafe workers are disgruntled and bored, to say the least, and have maybe served one person. They have literally cleaned everything ten times and have taken to making invitations to a fake tie-dye party that only girls are allowed to attend. This party actually becomes somewhat legitimate and the workers seriously consider marking it on the calendar.  

And then, out of nowhere, this huge ass family comes in and decides they want to eat the crappy food the workers have been anxiously waiting to serve. The workers are surprised, and kind of put off. There are people who actually want to eat the garbage disguised as food on Easter Sunday? This family seriously had nothing better to do than come here today? Holy shit on a mossy log. I never thought I'd see the day. They make the food. And guess what? This annoyingly large family who obviously lacks the mental ability to recognize a shit-hole when they see one started a trend. Because another huge, weird family came in and ordered food. 

By this time, the main character of this story is seriously annoyed with pretty much everything. This is stemming from the fact that she is kind of the odd one out here. This means that although she loves her coworkers because they all have wonderful senses of humor and don't mock her for her strange and uncontrollable cat noises she sometimes makes, they are all still fairly new, and she has been at the chopping block for four years now. This kinda sorta leaves all the responsibility on her. The management staff is counting on her to be responsible and make sure everything gets done the way it needs to be and people get their food in a timely fashion, and there is no paper stuck to the cheese slices and the burgers aren't burned to a crisp. Now normally the main character doesn't mind. But today she does because the whole damn day is just annoying her. For whatever reason she starts thinking about the fact that every weekend she is left to fend for herself with no proper title of authority. No one in the cafe listens to her or takes her seriously because she doesn't have a gold name tag that tells everyone they have to. This leads to management always coming in and bitching about the fact that no one is doing anything. 

So guess what? After this mind-opening revelation, the main character stops caring. She realizes that being responsible on a managerial level is not in her job description, so she no longer makes an effort to be the bigger person. And then she gets sent home early because she gets seen not doing anything. Does this surprise her? No, because that's the way the shit clogs the toilet.