Day 2: 10 Likes & Dislikes

Likes-

1. Classic Art
2. Elaborate architecture
3. Flowers
4. Warm summer nights
5. Men in suits
6. Stars
7. Batman
8. Pirates/skull and cross bones
9. Thunderstorms
10. Jackets with hoods

Dislikes-

1. Being cold
2. "The media"
3. Wearing pink
4. Renewing my car registration
5. Driving through construction
6. "New" country music
7. Vegetables
8. Wet socks
9. Places that are too loud
10. The overuse of sarcasm

Day 1: Write Some Basic Things About Yourself

I could just copy/paste either of my blog "descriptions", but that's sort of a cheater's way to start off a writing challenge. Not that I'm opposed to cheating, I do that a lot (not in relationships, mind you).

Any who, I usually start with something along the lines of: I'm just a girl who likes to write stuff. While that is completely true, I feel it only describes me professionally, not so much personally. I do write. Not as much as I used to, but I'm on my way back to writing on a regular basis. That's where this challenge will hopefully come in.

But, I digress. Let's start with a few "basic" facts.

1. I'm a 26 year old lady
2. My hair is usually deep brown, but is currently reddish brown
3. My eyes are reminiscent of chocolate drops
4. Single
5. Childless
6. Caretaker of two cats, a dog, and a fish
7. Newest resident of Idaho

I like to read, watch movies and television, and spend far too much of my day onTumblr. I listen to music a lot of people don't listen to, and not even in a hipster way. The iPod is packed to the brim with movie scores and Disney music. IN MY DEFENSE: words usually don't cut it for me, when I'm in certain emotional states, and I used to work for Disney. (Yes, I was in entertainment, and no, I can't give you many details)

I have a loud family. I spend a lot of time with said loud family. If I ever take a dude to meet them, they will hate him and I've come to terms with that. We don't like "outsiders". Huh... Sounds like I'm in a mob family.

I'm not. But, my crew is bad ass in their own way.

I'm an avid watcher of Doctor Who, Friends, Project Runway, Food Challenge, The Office, Big Bang Theory, House Hunter's International, Fraiser, any British comedy, and... that's all I can think of on the spot.

My favorite movie is Moulin Rouge!, followed by Stay, Almost Famous, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, Labyrinth, Star Wars, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Burn After Reading, and a hundred thousand Disney movies.

I like outer space, theater, NASCAR, polar bears, coffee, flowers, pirates, fashion, football, black lace, dolphins, and my favorite color is green.

I'm in love with the following men: Captain Hook, Jareth the Goblin King, Darth Vader, The Phantom of the Opera, Jaime Lannister, Lestat, and James Bond.

I feel the need to mention my love of coffee again.

Coffee.

What else...? I used to dance, I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue, lightening is one of my best friends, and ravens spy on me.

Also, I'm a crazy person.

Challenge Accepted!

Day one starts today. I need some motivation to write more, and I think this is just the ticket. Enjoy!

Esto Perpetua

Let it be perpetual. The official state motto of Idaho. Not bad...

Well, I made it safe and sound to the new residence of Aberdeen Idaho. So did Sphinx, Maggie, Evie, and Betta Fish. They were freaking troopers. Poor Betta Fish had to ride in a cup holder. But! We made it. We're here.

It's going to be a bit dodgy for this first little while (three people, two bedrooms, one bathroom) but it shouldn't be too long until it's more... comfortable. Honestly, though, it's not at all horrible.

I'm still working on feeling better. Trying my best to settle myself down. Sometimes I feel like a sort of refugee. Running for the hills of Idaho. Oh well. It's fine.

This isn't meant to be a long post. Only a quick "hello, from the state of perpetual-ness."

That is all.

Homewrecker

So! Change of plans. Again.

The job didn't work out. Long story short: they put me in danger, and they put their patients in danger, and I don't support that. So I left. But, it's fine. I have a new career.

Homewrecker.

I'm very good at it so far. I've managed to make a lot of family members angry without even trying. Finally! I've found something I'm good at!

Allow me to fill you in. For the last year, my MIA uncle resurfaced and has been living with Grandma and I. Alright. Fine. Then, Grandma had the scary surgery and the rigorous recovery. All of a sudden I'm stupid. According to the intruding uncle, I know nothing about Grandma, don't know the first thing about caring for people in their mature phase of life, and have no clue how to "run the house" while Grandma is out of commission. Let's look back over the last few years, shall we?

1. I've lived with Grandma almost all of my 26 years. Not a single day has gone by in which I haven't spoken to her. Not one. We know each other inside and out.
2. Who was here when Grandpa got so ill? Who was there everyday at the hospital with him? Who moved home to help him and spend time with him? Oh right. Not you. That was Kim.
3. One of our little poodles (whom I picked out when I was 15, by the way) is diabetic. I'm pretty sure I've been one of his "caregivers" for years. Also, if I'm not mistaken, I've been a member of the household for years. I think... I think... I know how things work.

You can determine for yourself my qualifications to help Grandma out, like I was already doing. However, another has found me unfit to fulfill such duties. That's fine. I'll take a step back and let you try to work off some of the guilt you have for not being here, and not giving a rat's ass for however many decades you decided you no longer wanted to be a part of this family. (Woah... I guess I am upset. Look at that run on sentence!) You can kiss Grandma's tush all you want. It'll probably work. Let me rephrase, it did work. She's wrapped around your precious little finger. But, like I said, that's fine.

What's NOT fine, however, is your "attitude". Your anger and rage are unsatisfactory. Examples include, but are not limited to:

1. You've thrown my cat
2. You've yelled at our timid, afraid, once highly abused dog
3. I once had to separate you from my mom's dog when you had your hand around his throat.

In what universe are any of these behaviors deemed acceptable?!

But, I digress. The point is, I've made my case to Grandma on several occasions. I've stated my discomfort and feelings of being unsafe. I said unsafe. Who deserves to feel unsafe in their own home? No one. I've felt afraid in my house for a year now. But, Grandma made her choice. He's still here, and "she said he wouldn't be".

She lied.

So, I'm out. She chose him. The one person in this whole giant planet I thought would always be my teammate left me. I didn't think I could feel such a sense of betrayal. Especially from her. I just feel as though my foundations have been shattered. I don't know how to even view the world anymore.

Oh! I forgot the best part. Another family member or two now hates my guts. Because of my choice to try and save myself from the road of grief, panic, and irreversible decisions, I must be selfish, spoiled, and mean. Apparently, I don't care about Grandma. I'm horrible and only care about myself.

This is where the homewrecker part comes in. I'm leaving. My mom needs some help getting her house ready for the arrival of my niece. So, heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to Idaho I go. I leave Monday.

One by one, my family will hate me for the decision. Some of them already do. I figure it's only a matter of time. Maybe I am selfish and careless. I suppose I am being reckless with Grandma's feelings. Evidently, there's a price to pay when you run for your life.

20th of May 2011 What if...?

... The world really ends tomorrow.

I know it's cliche.

I started thinking earlier, "if we cut out the jokes, and the bull shit, and really think about it all ending, how would I feel about it?"

Not in a "God/religion/maybe I should repent kind of way", but a" what have I done with my life/am I satisfied with who I am as a person/are there things I would want to say to people" kind of way.

I think I'm content as a person. My personality has brought a lot of laughs and I've helped people out in times of need. Financially I'm a lost cause and/or useless, but I don't think after all is said and done (whatever done means) any dollar amount or material possession will matter. I do wish, however, that I were a little braver. I think that's one of the only things I would change about myself. I wouldn't change the fact that I'm wary of "love" or don't make finding a husband any sort of priority. That's saved me from an ass-load of heartache and I'm at peace with that. I wouldn't change that I follow my instincts in all occasions. I wouldn't change that I'm a good liar and I would definitely keep the fact that I have nice hair.

Yup. Just the courage thing. I would speak up more when things bug me, or ask more questions.

Maybe I would burp less... but probably not.

Also, I'm VERY VERY disappointed (I mean, as disappointed as a person can be!) that an alien party has yet to land and/or make contact. Lame.

Or have they?

Cha Cha Cha Chaaaanges

Turn and face the strange!! Ah, Bowie. We need to be best friends.

Big things are coming up. A number of changes are going to take place. Shall I rattle them off one by one? Okay!

1. I got a job! I start Monday and I'm nervous. I'm always nervous when starting a new job. I hate it, frankly. This job, however, is unlike any I've ever had. Cottonwood Treatment Center is the name of my new employer, and I'll be working as a "mental health worker". I figured there was a chance I'd end up in the mental health field. I think I'll be happy doing something legit. I feel this is an important job. Something that's giving back to society and/or helping people. Not going to lie... I'm a little excited.
2. I'm moving out. As soon as I've got enough cash saved, I'm hoping by mid-June, I'm packing my bags and getting my own place. It will be small, it will be cheap, but it will be mine. Due to some enlightening circumstances within my home life, I've decided it's time to move on.
3. School has been placed on the back burner. Surprise surprise. It's a decision I didn't really have the privilege of making. It was made for me, by recent events and lack of monies. Hopefully, I'll be back on track by September.

A lot of exciting times are on their way. I'm hoping the universe deals me the same good energy I'm putting forth. The last few months have been ugly ones, and I only want to claw my way towards contentment and a life worth living.

I also feel the need to mention ye olde myth of the Phoenix. All of the crazy and hurt in my life lately has really brought me down. I've found myself in some dark places and wish to be free of them. Fire after theoretical fire, sparking every which way; and it's now time to rise like the ancient Phoenix. Free from the ashes and burns I didn't deserve. Free to take my own flight plan and not one chosen for me.

I bet the sky is pretty up there.