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Ack, I have to pee, so this’ll be short ’cause I’m too lazy to just get up.

Work was boring, dull, stupid, but fortunately, I got out waay early. UNfortunately, Mom was on the phone for an hour, so I spent an hour in Barnes and Noble reading The Amber Spyglass and thinking about how greasy I felt after a day standing next to the popper. After a quick pick-me-up at home, Mom took me to get a few dorm stuff, and then to Panda Express. Yum.

Then Jessie and I went to coffee and goofed off a bit. Now I’m here. What fun.

And NOW! Some LOTR jokes:

-Why are hobbit doors round?
If you ate 9 meals a day you’d want round doors too!

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Today I woke up because the phone wouldn’t stop ringing—STUPID PAUL TRYING TO GET A HOLD OF JIMMY WITHOUT LEAVING A FREAKING MESSAGE! Then the doorbell rang, then the phone rang again, then after the doorbell rang, it rang AGAIN and Joey’s little friends were in our house, but I didn’t realize it. Finally I went outside and greeted about seven adolescent boys in my pajamas and holding Teddy. Later Joey told me that the first doorbell was some Jehova’s Witnesses or something trying to tell him about the end of the world, and then the phone rang right in the middle of it, and it was a phone solicitor trying to sell Joey something…he was like ARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH I DON’T WANT ANY. Then he went back to bed, two minutes later, his alarm went off. Yeh, that’s a Monday for us. Particularly a registration day at CDO. Joey told me they still have to do the bookstore step, too. You know, just once I’d like to see the beaurocrats at CDO have to go through the hundreds of lines we have to go through.

Let’s see…I read a bit, then took Rob and Joey to see Goldmember, which had a few funny lines (I thought I’d die in the opening sequence), but also had its fair share of dirty jokes that got old rather fast. I was also disappointed in Seth Green’s role in the picture. After the movie we went over to Barnes and Noble, where I got a tall Italian soda (”surprise me” for the flavor—bubble gum), and Joey and I split a Snickers pie. Mmmmm sugar.

I got a letter in the mail from Jillian, which rocks on. I’ll work on replying tonight.

Then I had a marathon with Paul and Jimmy—I dropped Paul off at his house, where Paul invited Jimmy to spend the night, so I offered to take Jimmy back to our house so he could get some overnight stuff, then we went back to Paul’s house with overnight stuff, and I came back home empty-handed.

Then Jessie, Tasha and I went over to Linens and Things for their dorm-shopping (they’re going to be roomates at NAU, in case I forgot to tell you), and they got a few stuff—matching, celestial-themed bedsheets, some celestial pillows (their dorm is going to be celestial-themed with glow in the dark stars and stuff, in case I forgot to tell you), and a celestial comforter for Jessie.

Then we went to a small store called “Velvette,” which is a small, new store that sells Renaissance-themed attire. There we met the owner of the store, a youngish, pretty woman who looked only a little older than us three. When we walked in, the bells chimed there was a new costumer, and she was sitting at the sewing machine in the back, working on a velvet tank top. When she saw us, she sighed, put down her work, and came over to the counter. There she and Tasha engaged in a conversation, about this, that, the other thing. She was telling us she was tired—she was at the store since seven in the morning, and when we were there, it was close to nine-thirty. Then, as though making a decision, she started closing the store while Jessie and Tasha tried on a few, last-minute things. I could almost feel this girl’s weariness, how she felt so overworked, trying to make time with raising her son, running a business, and then sewing all the clothes for the store as well. Why do Americans choose to work so hard, with no vacations to compensate? We’re all so fat because we work too hard; we turn to food for energy rather than sleep and relaxation. This girl at the store, you know, she’s young, gorgeous, but oh so tired from balancing her schedule. Her eyes were drooping, her shoulders seemed to carry a large burdon, and her face had no expression, because that would require work. I could see that she felt divided between two passions—her work with the Renaissance dresses, and her son. She told me that I looked like I would make a great mother, one who would love children, but I frankly wasn’t thinking of that.

After that, we said good-bye, and watched the girl lock the store as we all walked out. Later, I saw the man and his daughter. He was looking daggers at us—okay, I’m sorry if she was up since seven! Not all schedules conflict; look at Tasha’s dad, who had jet lag from coming home from Scotland on business—and I looked back~

Then we headed over to Barnes and Noble where I got a tall Italian soda (”surprise me” for the flavor—orange sherbet) and split a piece of chocolate cake with Jessie (deja vu—the experience in which you feel you are repeating an event which already occured).

Then I took a bath while reading The Amber Spyglass, went on the HP boards where a discussion is going on about His Dark Materials, and read a spoiler that had NO warning on it whatsoever. So, now I know the ending to His Dark Materials, which really pisses me off. I wouldn’t feel so pissed about getting spoiled, except the person just talked about the ending so casually, as though assuming we all already read the ending, and I already said in the message board that I was only halfway through the third book, and at one point in my discussion I DID warn people about a spoiler in the third book for those who had only read the first two. Errk, people.

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D’oh…I had shut off the computer just now and went in the kitchen to recycle my empty can of lemonade, and as I did, realized I forgot to blog. Well, here I am, aren’t you proud?

Mom and I saw Big Fat Greek Wedding. It was cute, not a great movie, but decent enough to satisfy me. It was really crowded though at the theater we went to (not the theater I work at), and it would have been considered sold out where I work…Mom and I couldn’t even get seats together. But, I don’t care, the movie was still enjoyable, and I found myself laughing at the jokes with the crowd. The thing with Windex was definately classic.

After that, Mom took me to eat at Blue Willow, my favorite restaurant in town. I had lasagne.

Work was dull, dry, dumb. I sold a lot though, for a Sunday night.

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I’m sorry I did not blog last night—blogger was down.

Yesterday was weird, ’cause I was helping Pat (Maurine’s mom) clean out Maurine’s house…then we got to her room, which had heaps of clothing all over it, and Pat said, “oh, just take whatever you want, you’re Maurine’s size, and I’m sure she’d rather it went to you than anyone else…I’ll be in the kitchen…” Well, I don’t know if you all quite understood Maurine’s shopping habits, but she was the type who spent thousands of dollars at the mall every weekend, so it took quite awhile to get through it, but I ended up almost doubling my wardrobe, and I seriously did not even put a dent in it, much to Pat’s dismay. That was really sweet of Pat, because she understood I’m going to leave for collage soon (which is probably another reason she wanted me to have it—I’m going to be out of town, therefore so will the clothes). While there we found a few albums Maurine was apparently going through before she died—there were such pretty pictures of her and David. I had nearly forgotten what a beauty she was, with her smiles and blonde hair. We had a few laughs with some of her and David goofing off, though I caught Pat wiping a tear at one point. D’eh~

Today I had a double shift at work, which was pretty crazy, but I made it! Whoohoo marathon working! Last night the funniest thing happened while I was at work; check out THE BOOK for details.

I love crowds. I hate people, because people tend to be fat, mean, pushy, and lazy, but crowds amaze me. In my story, Windy Conditions, Jerry Christianson writes: “’Can you
hear what they are thinking? That is amazing, when you can hear a crowd as one voice.’
Claire and Jeremy both knew the awe Merb felt toward this, especially because his
species was incapable of ‘being one.’ But she said nothing more of the subject because
Merb didn�t want it that way. Like the rest of the crowd, she waited for a speech.”

Cell phones single out crowds, and turn them into people again, more than anything. When a cell phone goes off in the theatre or even at the lobby, that one holder in the crowd is an individual again, a person. Though the crowd scorns the individual, the person is isolated again, no longer a part of society. When people are rude, or pushy, or not getting in lines, this singles out people again, as well. Is society breaking down? Are people growing more and more isolated? I just wish to be a part of the crowd where a crowd is needed—individuals are important, above many things, but when individuals collide, and people are still individuals, not a crowd, it is then society is no longer in existence—people have grown too rude to be courteous~

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[Talya is serving one man and one woman popcorn and drinks. After the transaction is complete, the woman says:]
Woman: So…do you model?
Talya: What? No.
Woman: Would you like to?
Talya: Er….
Woman [not letting Talya finish]: Well, if you ever feel like you’d like to model for me, I could use a few pretty faces to model for my website…here’s my card [hands Talya a card], and let me know if you’re interested!

[Later, Talya reaches in pocket and looks at the card. I scanned in the card, click here to view.]

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Talya [in reference to all the popcorn/soda she's been dropping]: Gosh, I’ve been spilling things right and left today!
Ken: Down, Talya. You drop things down.

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This morning I drove around with Mom…at the library I got Harry Potter y la Piedra Filosifol ’cause I thought it’d be a good review for Spanish. Work was pretty boring, though I started calling one of our supervisors, Tye, the “Loew’s Nazi”…I don’t think he appreciated it because he came up with a “Talya’s List of Fun” which basically included more of the uglier closing chores. How much you want to bet that by the end of the month I’ll be promoted, like what happened in Office Space? Hahahahaa I’d laugh if that was the case.

And NOW:

It’s been a long time since I Rock and Rolled
It’s been a long time since I did the Stroll.
Ooh let me get it back let me get it back
Let me get it back baby where I come from.
It’s been a long time been a long time
Been a long lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely time.
Yes it has.
It’s been a long time since the book of love
I can’t count the tears of a life with no love.
Carry me back carry me back,
Carry me back, baby, where I come from.
It’s been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.
Seems so long since we walked in the moonlight,
Making vows that just can’t work right.
Open your arms, opens your arms,
Open your arms, baby, let my love come running in.
It’s been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time~
Led Zeppelin/”Rock and Roll”/Album IV

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I woke up around noon, well, closer to one, but didn’t really notice. Then Mom and I got gas for the Gas Guzzler of DOOM. We got free keychains for making an insane purchase, they were shaped like Mickey Mouses.

Then Joey, Jessie, and I went to Sabb’s house, where we installed Microsoft Office 2001 for Macs (YES! Now my Mac will talk to PC’s! Well, it already did, but it didn’t like most of my writing XP). We met Sabb’s cat, Mueller (Molar? Errrk I didn’t quite catch the spelling), a friendly-yet-ferocious gray cat.

While running the installation on the iBook, Jessie pulled out her cellphone and proceeded to play a game on it.

It’s rather sad, but Sabb’s right; this generation of kids, raised on video games, seems overly-addicted to the computer. As I type this, I am listening to the wind outside, the softly falling rain that is only just revealing itself. Video games, you know, they like to tone us out of the world, which isn’t good. People are reading less and less; obviously journalism is a dying institution. We are growing less attuned to what’s out there and more attuned to what’s on the screen, that thing which amuses us. Errk now I’m scared and want to go back to writing~

Umm so yeh, the three of us got in a huge conversation about this, that, the other thing, then when we came home I hauled ass to work, work was boring and dumb (if I’m not careful, I swear I am going to reenact Office Space this last month of work), and now I’m going to bed because it’s late and I want to listen to the rain for a bit.

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Right, so last night we were home alone because we bought Mom and Dad reservations to the Arizona Inn…they were not only surprised but hopping and happy, it was so cute. You pretty much read what we did last night, though the only thing I didn’t mention was, when we got home from the movie/Eegees, we realized we still had to take the garbage out, so there we were at 11p, running around the house to collect garbage and then in turn taking that garbage out to the front.

I got a new bathing suit today at the mall, also a new journal. After leaving Waldenbooks Mom and I saw an old friend, Zach. You know, that really took me back—Zach used to be my other half, back in middle school. But, he went to Salpointe and I to CDO, so we didn’t really communicate much. I was glad I saw him; however, one more time before he left for Texas and I to California.

Chris and I saw Minority Report today

There is one disturbing scene where Anderton actually gains a new set of eyes. In this sequence he dreams of his son, Sean, and the kidnap. “Have you seen my son? He is wearing a red bathing suit…I’m looking for my son…” All of Anderton’s phrases involve sight in some fashion. His new set of eyes, which may make him blind if he takes off the bandages too early, provide insight to Anderton’s son…with his new eyes, Anderton kidnaps Agatha (”can you see?”) and approaches an introspective investigation…and he then learns the flaw of Precrime, that the appearance the precogs show may not necessarily be reality.

Barnes and Noble was hosting a thing on how to get published…hmm, I might just stand a chance, but who knows, it’s a pain no matter what you do.

Cristal and I are working on a new peice; we’re trying to make either a short story or novella, whichever happens first. Funstuff~

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Johnny [on the phone with Cristal]: Well. You know how when I was 8 I got attacked by moths? Well I never really told you about it did I? I was just sitting there, perfectly normal kid, when a swarm of them just came at me. They tangled in my hair and my clothes and then they started to bomb me. Yeah. Bomb me. Like, you know when you kill a moth all that green stuff comes out? Well, that’s their bombs. So I never really though about it untill a few days ago. Now I know why they did it, Cris, I know why. I was on to them. They knew it. They needed to kill me before I figured them out. I’m telling you! Like, you know, they always bump into you right? And they act all innocent and stupid? Well they’re really collecting blood samples. And in those samples, they can find out everything about you- even your favorite ice cream! So this is what you need to do. Cover yourself: dress in overalls, a turtleneck, and a down-feather winter jacket with a hood. Make sure the hood has drawstrings and pull it closed tight. Cover every inch of your house in bowls of soapy water. Even the floor and the beds. Nail your windows shut. And never, never go outside again. Good luck to you, Lonestar. May the force be with you.” ::click::