Inane Ramblings of the Semi-Adult Kind

Sometimes I think about all the time I wasted on livejournal when I was younger, and all these people I knew strictly through the internet. How I thought I was going to be friends forever with these strangers who didn't actually know me, and I feel silly.
I miss talking to some of these people, though. Like Cassie Clare, Lori, Saranna. Neil Cicireiga (who said he'd totally come to prom with me if I lived closer.) But at the same time it almost feels like the slightly unhinged teenager I used to be was never part of the adult that I am now.
Is that silly?

I do miss all of you f-list, in a very nostalgic way, and I hope your lives are going well :)

I guess that's really all I wanted to say.

Hey LJ, we have to stop meeting like this. There is always a large gap between my updates. I guess first thing first, I love Washington. This is everything I thought it would be and more. The only sad thing is that there is tension among a few friends where there used to be none.
Second, and I'm so late on this, but the end of Potter! Holy bejesus I can't believe its done. It could have been a bit better, but that's true to anything. I feel like my childhood has finally come to an end.
And how weird is that?

So, LJ, how are you?

Lately I've been spending alot of time trying to figure out where I am in my life, and if I like it. I always thought that I would be a continuous student, learning until there was nothing left, but now I am finding that it's harder and harder to sign up for courses. I should have graduated last spring, but instead I'm taking yet another semester off in the course of finding myself.
There is actually nothing wrong with this endeavor, with the exception of the fact that I think what I'm really doing is trying to lose myself for a little while.
I've been changing alot lately, and its harder to be content in what I already know. Maybe its the gypsy in me, but I'm starting to feel this itch between my shoulder blades thats saying movemovemove or you'll grow roots and regret what you're life will become.

So I applied to a job as far from my hometown as I can possibly get, and I'm waiting to hear back now. I'm scared, and excited, and feeling just a little stupid. But maybe this will be good for me.
Maybe, at 22, you shouldn't act so much like you're 40 and settled down.

I want to find a world that is my own, and not the one my parents created for me.
This is my bubble.
And it is about to burst.
Wish me luck.

Heaven

It's been forever and day. I don't know how I always forget to update this thing, since it was my life for four years.

So, Livejournal, how have you been? Have you missed me and my special brand of dry humor?

Is everyone getting ready for the holidays? I started Christmas shopping the other day. I took my little brother and little sister (19 and 14) with me and had to put up with them running through Target like hellions. At one point I yelled, "I'm leaving!" and started to walk away.
An elderly lady gave me a fond look and said, "You must have little ones. I know that look."
I, of course, laughed and said, "Not little ones of my own, but I have a little brother and sister with me."

She seemed really surprised that I wasn't a mother. I think I just found my calling...

Other note worthy things: I flashed haunted house workers my underwear, got hit on by a cabbie with a lip ring, and got my identity stolen. Joy to the World.

In other news, why has the CW not picked Veronica Mars back up? Come on Universe, do me this one solid!

ETA: I went Red

I haven't updated in a hella long time, and I'm not sure if it's more because I forget to update or if it's just because I haven't really wanted to. The really funny thing about it is that I used to live for livejournal. I checked it seventy times a day, updated way tooo much. But not anymore. Now I spend too much time sleeping and updating my twitter.

Work is work, but really only in the way where I think I'm slowly going insane playing with kids. My boss is probably halfway senile, the way she can never remember what she is/was doing, and what she still needs to get done. The schedule is really messed up right now, and I've only been working ten hours a week. The economy has gotten bad enough that child care is affected. (I had to totally stop and check to make sure I didn't put "effected" instead. I didn't.) We're down on children right now and as a result I've only been averaging two hours a week.
Finding a second job has, so far, proved to be a very hard task.

In other news, I went on a date. They guy was nice. His name was Ryan, and he picked me up, took me out to dinner and a movie.



We went to Olive Garden and I had this really great raspberry peach tea that I really wanted to marry and take home to my bed with me. The rest of the meal wasn't that exciting, and I spent most of it covering the awkward silences by telling inane stories to my date. I really hate strained silences.

Then we went to see The Hangover. Which is probably the best movie I've seen this year. The cast was excellent together, and while some of the jokes seemed, not forced, but awkwardly delivered, they usually hit the mark. The scene with Mike Tyson in the hotel room was definitely one of my favorites. As was the wolf Pack toast at the beginning of the night.
The icing on the top of the cake, for me, was the snapshots of all the things we didn't get to see that ran during the credits. Hilarious.

The only thing that bothered me about the date (and I'm really trying not to seem vain) is that my date held doors for me, and waited for me to sit before he would sit. But he didn't say anything about how I looked the whole night.
I can open my own doors and pull out my own chairs, but I can't tell myself I look pretty.

Tell me, vain or not vain? Is it too much to ask that your date appreciate that you look good?

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Shopping for Christmas gift with mom at Old Navy. So, we’re waiting in line for the restrooms and this woman looking at clothes with her little girl is standing near us.
Little girl, in a kid’s whisper, which is to say yelled, I GOTTA POTTY.

The mom looks down at her, over at the line and says, You gotta wait.

Little girl looks up at her mother like it’s the craziest thing she’s ever heard, I HAVE TO POTTY NOW!

My mom goes, she can go before me. But the other woman shakes her head and says it’s okay.

Little girl is not okay with this, I WANT TO POTTY!

My mom looks at this guy who works at the store and asks if the currently unoccupied men’s room has a urinal or a toilet. He says toilet and then tells my mom to help herself. So my mom goes into the men’s room, the girl and her mom go into the womans.
I am standing there with the worker, and we’re staring at each other. Not talking or anything. Just looking. One of those, huh, moments.

Out of nowhere this little boy comes running up yelling BATHROOM! and proceeds to run into the men’s room’s locked door. So the boy is jiggling the door handle going, bathroom bathroom bathroom. He is doing the potty dance.

The worker and I are laughing by now, and I’m thinking, oh man mom, you better hurry before this kid wets himself.

So my mom walks out of the bathroom and little boy is like, Whoa…:bug eyes:

Moral of the story? The Old Navy Worker was hot.
 

 

ETA: I am trying to make with the screened poll/comments.
ETA2: I am apparently lame. The poll results are viewable to all. Comments should be screened if you'll feel safer leaving it there.

Today we had the birthday party for my cousin Sky's ninth birthday.
Her brother and her uncle shoved her face in the whole cake.
The poor kid looked ready to cry, orange and yellow frosting all over her face, up her nose, and in her hair. But she grabs a handful and starts throwing the cake instead.
FOOD FIGHT!

Those of us who wanted cake ate around the face print. It was kinda ridiculously awesome.

The highlight of the day, however, had to do with my cousin Levi.

My cousin Mandy is seeing a guy named Zack. So, Zack throws his football on the gound. This random little boy just runs up, grabs it, and takes off halfway across the park.
Where he leaves it next to a tree.
So Zack goes to get the ball and stays on the other side of the park talking to what I assume is the kid's dad.

Levi decides to mess with him. This follows:

Zack: *looks at pocket. Answers phone*
Levi: WHO THE FUCK IS THAT GUY! WHAT THE FUCK MAN, I BRING YOU TO THE PARK, AND YOU'RE OVER THERE FUCKING MACKING ON ANOTHER DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK! I HOPE YOU'RE FUCKING HAPPY WITH THAT FUCKING BITCH. NO, I'M DONE WITH YOU, GO BE HAPPY WITH YOUR NEW GUY!
Zack: *flails while laughing*

I'm at my most poetic, but it never translates over to paper. There are words in my head that no one will ever hear, lost in translation. Some days I feel like Daniel Russo, before he learns to kick ass. I don't think karate will solve my problems. I'm so in love with loving you that I'm obsessed with hating myself. Save me if you can, catch me if you can. Find me, but you can't. I'm never escaping from here.

Dear Writers of Heroes. I would like to punch you in the throat. That is all.

Dear Livejournal, Today I almost got arrested at Walmart. My sister Ashley and I thought it would be an awesome joke to put a cart in the back of my dad's truck. He'd parked right next to her car, right? Well, turns out there were walmart folk on break. There was screaming (employee), cussing (Ashley), and none to subtle laughing (me). She threatened to call the police. Ashley threatened to beat her ass. It was slightly awesome. There are some days I really miss my sister. And then we do things like this and I realize she hasn't gone anywhere at all.