Uninvited Guest

I've never fully understood the person who gets in the shower and then turns on the water. I've always been the person who lets the water get warm, and then I adjust it so that it's perfect, and then I turn the tap to shower, and then I get in. Anything other than that is just wrong to me. No offense to those of you who opt for another way of showering. To each his own.

After getting the shower all set up, I stepped in and closed the curtain. I was standing there, enjoying the warmth, when something caught my eye. I looked over to see a daddy long leg climbing up the tile. My first instinct was to spray him with shower water and rinse him down the drain, but I quickly stopped myself. I made a vow to myself a long time ago to not kill insects that aren't harming me, with the exception of roaches and ants. Ants don't really do anything, but there are so many of them and they just happen to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Roaches, I just don't like. No explanation needed, as far as I'm concerned. And of course, I kill mosquitoes. They fall into the category of insects that are trying to harm me.

Moving right along. So, I was staring at this spider as he struggled to make his way up the wall and to the window. In spider distance, he had a long way to go. It was about 3 feet. There was a slit in the screen and I was really rooting for him. After a while ( 2 minutes) I started to get impatient. I was talking to the spider, letting him know that I thought he was a pervert, offering him words of encouragement, but nothing seemed to work. By this point, the condensation had made the wall so slipper that the poor spider kept sliding and being blown about. And sadly, the poor spider got blown to the bottom of the tub, where he was washed down the drain. Poor little guy. I was really rooting for him.

Ignorance Ain't Bliss

Well today I learned some information that left me confused, disgusted, infuriated and a multitude of other emotions. Have you ever heard of Zeitgeist? There is a movie and an addendum. Tomorrow I will watch about the Kennedy assassination.

The things that I saw in the addendum were shocking. I always knew the government was corrupt, but the things that you see! OMG. 911 was staged. How does that even happen?! I know that you're reading this and just thinking that I'm gullible or whatever; but when you watch the video, it makes sense. It just makes too much sense!

Both of the videos are 2 hours long. I know, I know. It is time consuming, but I promise you, you will not be disappointed. Often, I've wondered if ignorance was bliss...the answer to that is no. Hell no! Not when you live in a country where we are being played like puppets. Too many innocent people have died, and who's to say that you're not next. It's just crazy and I don't even know how to be articulate about it. Just check out the sites.

http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com/

http://conspiracyrealitytv.com/?s=kennedy+assination

View these and we'll discuss later. I'm sorry to burst your bubble. :(

The Hypothetical Debate

Sorry I left you for so long! I went to visit my Big Mommy (my dad's mom), and I didn't have internet access, so sadly, I could not blog. :(

On the three hour ride up there, I actually stayed awake, which I never do. I'm one of those people who just sits down and passes out, but I guess I was in the mood to stare out the window. As I sat there, staring out the window, lots of thoughts started to spin in my head. I was taken back to a conversation that I had with a few of my close friends. I was sitting with Gwyn, Bonnie and Ellis, and we were doing my favorite time passer: drinking in the park. Now I don't remember how we got started on this topic; perhaps it had to do with the solicitor who was raising money for something that I don't remember. I honestly don't remember. But anyway, we were discussing whether we would rather lose our sight or hearing.

I had a professor who asked us this question, and he said that losing sight cuts you off from objects, while losing sound cuts you off from people. We debated this, and I think that we finally decided that it was a horrible hypothetical situation and we no longer wanted to play the game.

While on my car ride, I saw mountains, hills, all different types of trees, animals, cars and a ton of other things that I take for granted. I couldn't imagine not being able to see anything again. I think about when I talk to my friends on the phone and how I want to get a sense of where they are so that I can visualize it. It would hard to never see the smiling faces of the people I love.

Then I started to think of the music I was listening to, and how music plays an important part in my life and helps me keep my sanity. I thought about how hearing a song that I haven't heard in a long time can turn the day around. And then I thought about the voices and the laughter of the people I love. How do you live without that? One of my favorite sounds in the world is my dad's laugh. He has the best laugh. One of my favorite sights in the world is my mom's face when I'm telling her an exciting story. She just takes the excitement to a whole other level.

I had these thoughts swirling in my head and then I thought about the quote "is it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all." Is it? If someone has never experienced sight, then s/he doesn't necessarily know what s/he is missing. Obviously s/he knows that s/he is missing out, but how do you comprehend something that you've never experienced? Is that person's life worse than the person who had sight but then lost it? Is it like reading a book? When I read Lord of the Rings, I had the hobbits and Middle Earth pictured a certain way, but then I saw the movie and they were so different. If you've never seen a tree, then you just have an idea of what it is in your head, and it's not until you actually see it, that it comes together.

After spending a decent amount of time debating this in my head, I decided that it was bringing me down and I opted out of the conversation with myself. I prayed that I would spend the rest of my life with my vision and hearing. And then I decided to never again have hypothetical conversations with myself.

Alive, Well and Blogging!

And I'm back!

This morning, my mom and I left at 6:30 to reach the Greyhound station by 7 for my 8:00 bus. Yes, the ticket requested that I arrive an hour before my bus departed, and since I am a good customer, I followed instructions. So there we were (my mom and I), standing in a line with 3 couples ahead of me, and I felt confident that I would get a seat in the front. I decided to go to the restroom before boarding the bus. As I was fooling around with the dryer, I had a random thought, "What if they bus started boarding while I was in here?" I quickly dismissed that thought and proceeded out of the restroom. Well...I bet you can guess what happened! That's right; the bus started to board while I was in the restroom. As a result of this, I was seated in the middle of the bus, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise when the woman in the third row never stopped coughing! Way to contaminate all of us lady.

When I settled into my row, I took out my journal that my friend BB got me for Christmas. I had been saving this journal specifically for today. On the front of it, it says, "In the midst of our lives, we must find the magic that makes our souls soar." The first time I laid eyes on it, I knew that it would hold my memories of my journey to happiness. I wrote a bit about how I was feeling and how appropriate/cliche it was that I was taking a bus to Los Angeles with no money and huge expectations to become a star. I wonder how many other people have done that exact same thing.

The ride turned out to be pretty uneventful. It got kind of smelly towards the end of the ride, but it could have been worse; it could have been smelly the whole ride. The most entertaining moment was when the bus stopped at Barstow Station. This "rest stop" was in the middle of nowhere, but had a McDonald's, Panda Express, Popeye's, Quiznos, some random Mexican place and a burger place. I was in awe and a bit shocked or confused. I didn't think that it was anywhere I would have wanted to eat. Thank God I packed a lunch. I'm not gonna lie, I would have immediately been tempted to eat at Panda Express, and one thing I learned when I ate Chinese food in some random town in Oklahoma, is that you never eat Chinese food in some random town.

I can't wait to update you on my new life! I also can't wait until I can call it my new and exciting life! Yay!!!!

Til Next Time

Well hello there. Sorry that I abandoned you over the weekend. I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I’m here now; the bad news is that I don’t know when I’ll be blogging again. Tomorrow morning I get on a bus and head for Los Angeles. This has been my dream for so long, and I’m finally going! I’m not certain of my living situation and what I will/will not have access to. With that being said, I just want you to know that I will do my best to locate a computer and keep you updated on my progress. Bye for now.

I Disgust Myself

Technically I just failed my attempt to post on a daily basis. However, since I have not gone to bed yet, then it’s not really tomorrow, so I can still post for today. Make sense?

Allow me to elaborate on why I disgust myself. Today, the computer started to get slow again, and rather than sit here and wait it out, I decided to entertain myself with some light television. As we discussed the other day, tv has really gone down hill. Today I found myself watching 3 hours of VH1 The Fabulous Life Of…

I got sucked in because the first one was the Fabulous Life of The Red Carpet. Did you know that at all red carpet events, the guests get goody bags? Not just any goody bag though, they are full of thousands of dollars worth of stuff, and there are goody rooms, where the guests just walk in and “shop”. So yeah, I got sucked in because this was all new to me. So there I was, hardly able to contain my excitement for when I’m famous and next thing you know, another one was on. This one was not nearly as exciting. It was the Fabulous Life of Posh Pop Stars. Again, like watching Kourtney and Khloe, I just could not bring myself to turn away. Apparently Miley Cyrus is bringing in almost 200 million a year in Hannah Montana merchandise and other related sells. By this point I was feeling ill. I’ve realized that whenever I’m watching a reality show like that, there is a little voice of reason that keeps popping in and reminding me that I have more constructive things to do with my time. Despite this nagging little voice, I still always manage to let 3 hours sneak up on me and then I feel regret. It’s a lot like eating that second and then third hot dog. Really? I only need one hot dog, but sometimes I just want a second because they taste good, and inevitably, regret follows. Third hot dog, you say. Well, sometimes I make bad decisions. What?
By the time the third episode came on, I was ready to be done with it, but the topic was on something that sparked my attention: insane entourages. Are y’all ready for this? I need a Glam Squad! What!! Tell me why J-Lo rolls like 60 deep, and half of them are just to make sure she is always looking good. Do you really need that many people? I was thinking more along the lines of 4, like in Entourage. Realistically though, I think I need my 2 publicists, my chef, my stylist, my good vibe technician – oh, that reminds me, Mariah Carey has someone who collects kittens and places them in her dressing room! Out of control! I don’t need one of those on staff. I’ll be fine with like 10 people.

Back to 1996

I’ve always considered myself to be a fairly patient person. Of course, there are things that will cause me to become upset or irritable: slow drivers in front of me, not being able to leave when I want to go and children. Today I was reminded of something else that upsets me: a slow internet connection. I have been taken back in time to the year 1996, when I would plug the extra phone cord into the computer and run it all the way downstairs to the phone jack. I would then patiently sign on to AOL and listen to my computer dial up its connection. Those were some ground breaking times. Nothing about the slowness then bothered me, but it’s because I didn’t know any better. I have been exposed to faster and to regress like this is criminal! I would even say that my computer was faster then, than it has been all day today.

I am typing this blog in Word, because I don’t know if I will even be able to connect to the internet to post it today. When I woke up this morning and tried to check my email, it took me 15 minutes for gmail to load and for me to be able to sign in.

It’s the simple things that we take for granted. I don’t remember the last time that I had to sit and stare, patiently, while the computer loaded. If I did feel like the computer was taking a long time before, I now realize that I exaggerated it, because believe me, nothing, NOTHING, takes as long as this computer has taken today. I could have baked a cake or mowed a lawn in the amount of time I have wasted today just sitting and staring. Don’t forget about the amount of faith that I have invested in this computer and cable company. Every time I close a tab or open a tab, I think that that is the time that it will be better. I am wrong. It’s a little disheartening to think that I have so many internet activities planned for tomorrow and I don’t even want to attempt them because it may result in me turning into the Hulk. I’m a calm person. I like to be calm, I don’t like to put myself in stressful situations, but I’m feeling like I’m running out of options here.

Just Some Ramblings

My mom just walked in and said, “What are you doing, blogging again?” I said, “Yes.” She then said, “I hope you’re not making a bad habit out of it.” Wow. Way to be encouraging/supportive mom. It’s not a bad habit; it’s a conscious decision.

On the preview for the 11:00 news, the anchor said that taking a shower may not make us as fresh and clean as we think. I thought about this for a second, and you know what, it might not make us as clean as we think, but what is the alternative? That’s like saying that brushing your teeth may not make your teeth as clean as you think. I’m sure there are lots of things that don’t affect us in the manner that we think they should. All I’m saying is that I don’t care if I get out of the shower and I feel 100% clean but am only 16% or something like that. I smell clean, I look clean and I feel clean. If I decide that it is not worth my time to take a shower, then I’m just dirty, and no one wants that.

I really thought that I wasn’t going to talk about Kanye West, but after actually watching the VMAs and crying a little….Yeah, I said it. A couple of tears rolled down my cheek. Reading about Kanye taking the mic from Taylor Swift does not do the performance justice. I will describe it for you, which just means that you will be reading it again, and still not getting the full picture.

So sweet, little Taylor Swift was so shocked that she won the best female video category and was on stage beaming, when Kanye decided to join her. You could see the joy in her face when he walked up there. He turned to her and congratulated her, and she was smiling the biggest smile you had ever seen. He took the mic and told her that she would be able to talk when he finished. She was still smiling. He then turned and proceeded to tell everyone that Beyonce had the best video of the year. It was then that Taylor’s face fell. Beyonce was shaking her head and actually mouthed “Kanye. What are you doing?” When he finished, he turned to, a stunned, Taylor and handed her the mic. She just stood there, looking out at the audience and finally just said, “Thank you”, and walked away.

I was horrified for that poor girl! She went from being the happiest person you’d ever seen to just embarrassed and ashamed. It was at the end of the show that I cried. Beyonce ended up winning best video of the year. She said thank you to a few people and then called Taylor on stage so that she could have her moment that was taken from her. And that is when I cried. It was sweet! Maybe I just felt bad for her because I expect to win awards, and the idea that someone would take the mic from me and say that someone else deserved to win is petrifying. The crazy thing is that I don’t think Kanye realized what he was doing. He seemed to have no realization that it was disrespectful. That’s kinda sad. He has gone on to applogize several times: on his blog, on Leno, he even called Taylor to appologize. (CNN told me he called her.)

Biggest Loser started again. Best day ever!

Kourtney and Khloe Take Miami

While everyone else is blogging about Serena, Kanye or Patrick Swayze, I opted to blog about Kourtney and Khloe Kardashian. Apparently Los Angeles wasn’t enough for the Kardashian girls, they had to take Miami, hence the title of their new show, “Kourtney and Khloe take Miami”.

Last night I channel surfed through “300”, “Top Gun”, “House Hunters International” and “Blue Collar Comedy Tour”, and somehow managed to land on Kourtney and Khloe. Not only did I land on it, but I was stuck on it for 3 hours. I was so disgusted with myself, but I couldn't turn away. I even came back after commercial breaks! Watching this show was worse than watching a train wreck. I don’t know what it was about it; it was by far the worst television I’ve seen in years. Wait, I just lied to you. “Real Housewives” of anywhere is the worst television, but this takes a close second. We all know that reality tv is staged, but this was just obvious and in your face about it.

Everything I have to say is not all bad. I did learn a new word. Are you ready for this? Slore. That’s right; the word of the day is slore. Based on the sentence contents, I’m gonna guess that a slore is a cross between a slut and a whore thus equaling a slore. Amusing isn’t it?! And you thought that you couldn’t learn things on trashy tv. LOL.

I did start to feel a little bad for Khloe when she had her heart to heart with the camera. She was requested to judge a Khloe look-a-like contest, but that catch is that the contestants are all transgendered. She didn’t want to judge because she has been so made fun of in the media for looking like a tranny. She eventually got over it. I do kind of feel bad for her. It can’t be easy being the big one in a family of petite girls, but then I think about how much money she has and how obnoxious she is and I move on.


Serena – Slap on the wrist. That was bad behavior and you know it.

Kanye – Really? Stop already!

Patrick Swayze – May you rest in peace.

croisSONIC BLT

After living Sonic-less for 4 years, I am making up for lost time.

I was sitting in my parent’s living room, watching tv, and I saw the commercial for the croisSONIC BLT and tots combo. Now in Philly, I would see a commercial and there was nothing that could be done about it. For the longest time, the closest Sonic was an hour and a half a way, but then they built one that was only about 45 minutes away from me. If I had a car, distance would not have been an issue, but as it turns out, I did not have a car and therefore I had no Sonic.

Imagine my excitement when I saw the commercial and realized that for the first time in years, I could actually be one of the people who got to try that amazing sandwich. My cousin came over and I asked if she wanted to go to Sonic. She said, “Yes.” I smiled.

We pulled up and I ordered it, and it was everything I wanted in a BLT on a croissant with a side of tator tots. The croissant was nice and buttery and the bacon was plentiful; the lettuce and tomato were also very nice. Overall, I give my croisSONIC BLT experience a 7.75. I will definitely get it again.

Abducted For A Day

When my mom approached me and asked if I wanted to volunteer at the food bank with her, my first thought was, “Yes!” But when I found out that we would be leaving the house at 8:30 am and staying until 1 pm, I was immediately turned off. Opportunities to do the right thing present themselves all of the time and more likely than not, sleep is the reason that I turn my back on these great opps. (I can’t help it, I really enjoy sleeping.) So I woke up this morning and decided that instead of sleeping in (like I do every day – I’m unemployed, remember), I was going to get up and go with my mom to help brighten some people’s days.

We got to the food bank a little before 9, and there was already a line. I’ll admit, I was a little frightened, but everything there went smoothly. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind doing it again. It was a great experience and everyone was extremely pleasant. Well, we did give them free food. I’m pretty nice when people give me food.

After volunteering, I was ready to go home and take a nap. It was 103 degrees today and just hot. Hotter than I ever remember it being and I’ve been around a lot of hot days. I was instantly, INSTANTLY, miserable, and to top things off, I was hungry and tired. Of course, this is when my mom tells me of her plan to go to the air force base to run errands. I was a little confused, because it was hot out, I was hungry and I wanted a nap; but instead, I found myself being taken on errands with my mom.

I can’t complain about all of it, because some of it I did to myself. For instance, I got in the car with this woman, I know her, I know that she is not to be trusted, I know that she is extremely left brain and sees the sense in consolidating trips out of the house and that since we were already half way to the base, it made sense to continue on the other half way, rather than bring me home. That may be some sort of run on sentence.

I did benefit a little from the trip out. We stopped by a used car lot and checked out some cars. It reminded me that I have no money and somehow plan to get a car. We checked out laptops. That also reminded me that I have no money and somehow need to get a laptop. We went to the grocery store and I sat on a bench and texted my friends about how miserable and hot I was. I also texted my mom every time I saw someone leave that came in after her. I also left out the part where I made the poor decision to eat Chinese food. I say that it was a poor decision because anyone who has ever been tired knows that it only makes it worse. After eating, I somehow managed to become the whiniest human being ever!

I felt bad for my mom. She had to put up with me complaining all the way home. When I got home, I immediately turned on two fans and plopped on the bed and began, what can only go down in history as, the best nap ever!

Attempted Murder?

I was reading a blog at (http://www.ijudgeblog.blogspot.com/) and I tried to respond and it wouldn’t let me. So, since I can’t post on that blog, then I will post on my blog.

I was sick a few years ago and I was at my uncle’s house in Texas. He decided that he would help ease my throat pains by creating a warm beverage for me. This beverage consisted of tea, lemon, water, a little sugar and a secret ingredient. I didn’t see this as a problem, because those are the normal things that any person would throw into a soothing drink, right?

So, he handed me the hot mug and immediately I smelled a familiar aroma. I know that you are thinking that there were a couple of familiar aromas: tea and lemon. You are wrong. I’ll admit that those are familiar smells, but what I smelled that day overpowered both of those and had no business being in a drink! There was a thick film that covered the top of the drink, and against my better judgment, I sipped it anyway. I nearly gagged as the thick substance made its way down my throat.

I turned to my uncle and said, “Is this Vicks Vapor Rub?”

I’m sure that you can all figure out his answer. Now, it may just be me, but I have always been under the impression that that product was for external use only. In fact, I’m pretty sure that it makes mention, on the bottle, that it should not be ingested and that you should seek medical attention if it gets in your eyes. I honestly think that my uncle had good intentions, but what happens when you accidentally poison your niece because you were trying to serve up a quick fixin’ home remedy?

Oh, no, No, NO!!!

Okay, so maybe this was my fault, but I really like to think that I was the victim in all of this.

Before I left Philly, I got a couple of voice mails from a collection agency, who neglected to leave any information, i.e.: what agency, the company who hired them, etc. So I called back a couple of times and each time I was on hold for at least 10 minutes (on daytime minutes), so I hung up. Well, when I got to Vegas, there was a letter waiting for me. Come to find out, PNC Bank, in Philly was trying to say that I owed them over $100 bucks. Oh no, no, no I don’t!

Let me tell you the story behind PNC. A while ago, like well over a year, I deposited cash at this bank in an attempt to pre-empt an overdraft. Instead, the cash, CASH, that I deposited took four days to clear and I ended up with an over draft charge. Now, I don’t have a lot of money, and I worked very hard to prevent this occurrence, so I called to dispute this. The manager that I spoke with was unkind, insensitive, obviously having a bad day and would not refund my money. Fine. Not a problem. I just transferred all of my money, except for $5, to my good bank in San Antonio. I left the account open in case I had a money emergency and needed a bank in Philly. But I never touched that account since that event, so for me to have a large fee with them really made my blood boil.

Following up on my collection notice, I called PNC and the guy tells me that I over drafted back in April 2009 on a $16 Philly Car Share charge.

Let me give you the background behind Philly Car Share. I signed up for this free program at least two years ago, and I decided that it wasn’t worth the money that they charge you when you actually rent a car; and I could get a cheaper car from a rental place. So, even though I signed up for this program, I never used it, and I should have canceled my membership, but again, I never used it, so it was off my radar. Off! Until they changed their policy and decided that they were no longer offering free memberships and everyone would have to pay a monthly fee. Apparently they sent me an email, but I’m not gonna lie to you. Clearly I didn’t read it and missed the part where they said they were going to charge me money for a service I wasn’t using. Perhaps if they had labeled the subject properly, I would have opened it. I’m assuming that it said something like, “Philly Car Share is Green.” I think we can all agree that that is not nearly as effective as, “We are now going to charge you for a service that you no longer use and as a result we will over draft a bank account that you no longer use, resulting in over $100 in late fees, unless you send us an email canceling your account.”

It’s the principle here. I feel taken advantage of. Sigh. Here I am, with no job, no home, no source of income and I still seem to be accruing debt. To make a long story short, I am in an all out battle with the collection agency.

People Harrassing My President

Well clearly I’ve been watching a lot of television! So, yesterday I was watching CNN and people were calling in to discuss how Obama was out of line and had “ulterior motives” with his inspirational speech. Now, I’m not going to pretend that I listened to his entire speech, but CNN did play me a snippet of it. What I heard sounded like a very inspirational stay in school message. Obama was speaking frankly with the kids. He told them that they need to stay in school, get a good education and make plans for their future. He also reminded them that Facebook is public and that anyone can see what is posted on their page, and that they should keep that in mind because that information could resurface one day.

Based on what I’ve described here, what seems suspicious? It just seems like good parenting to me! Obama just did what some parents haven’t been doing: PARENTING. Who gets offended because the president tells your child to work hard and stay in school? I saw an interview with one girl and she said that the president didn’t say enough. She wanted more elaboration on what he meant. What? What do you need him to expand on? Stay in school. Done and done. It’s hard times out there. There are people with PhDs who can’t find work. If you don’t have a high school diploma, how do you stand a chance?

I’m just confused. What is the world coming to when people will attack the president for offering the youth some guidance? Did I miss something?

VH1 Divas Live

I have been away from television for a while. Let’s just say that when the government, or whoever it was, says that tv is going digital and you have to get a special box and a special antenna, it would behoove you to not call their bluff.

So I was watching tv with my dad the other day, and a commercial about Paula Abdul hosting the VH1 Divas Live came on. “Ooooh, divas live,” I thought, until they listed them.

Adele
Kelly Clarkson
Jordin Sparks
Leona Lewis
Miley Cirus

Hmmm….Miley Cirus? Is Hannah Montana really a diva? Are any of them divas? Leona Lewis has that one good song, "I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding. You cut me open." I do actually really enjoy that song. LOL. For those of you who think I’m being harsh on them, look at the divas from 1998.

Mariah Carey
Gloria Estefan
Shania Twain
Aretha Franklin
Celine Dion
Carole King

Now tell me something hasn’t been lost in translation. You don’t go from Aretha to Kelly Clarkson! The reason that VH1 puts on the concert is for the “Save the Music Foundation”. I think that we all agree that it is a very worthy cause, but it is more than obvious that their target audience has changed.

Unemployed and Living With the Parents

I watched “Failure to Launch” yesterday, and aside from the realization that I may or may not be in love with Bradley Cooper (hint: I am), I also realized that I now live at home. Granted, I am just stopping through on the road to fulfilling my dreams and eternal happiness, but in the meantime, I am not a catch. Imaging I met you and the conversation went:

You: Hi. What do you do?
Me: Aspiring actress.
You: Cool. Where do you live.
Me: Uhhh...I'm in between places?

In the movie, Matthew McConaughey lives at home with his parents, but has this great job selling boats and his two best friends also live at home with their parents. Well, I’m watching this movie yesterday and I was thinking that it’s not so bad crashing with the folks. Let me tell you about my day today:

Woke up at 7am, took the puppies for a jog (Bear and Shadow)
Got home at 8am, took a nap
Woke back up at 11am
Did pilates for 30 minutes
Ate scrambled eggs and blueberries
Sat in a recliner and watched tennis
Made baked beans and peach cobbler (to accompany the meat that my dad was grilling)
Ate more than any human should ever consume
Sat in the recliner and watched more tv
Talked on the phone
G-chatted and blogged

Yeah, I know that you guys are thinking that that sounds like any Saturday, Sunday or holiday. But here’s the thing, I’m gonna do it again tomorrow and the next day. And believe it or not, I’m actually getting a little stir crazy!

I’ve been unemployed before, and I discovered later that I was the worst possible version of myself. Man o man was I bad! I would sleep until 3pm and the only reason I got out of bed was to watch Ellen. I promised myself that I would use this time to be productive and work on self improvement, like exercise and writing. So far so good! I know I’ve only been in Vegas for a few days, but I think I can keep this up.

It seems as though I got off topic somewhere in this blog. To make a long story short: living at home is pretty nice! There is a ton of food (fruit and veggies even), two puppies, a super comfortable bed, cable television and, AND I don’t pay for anything. People have been asking me when I will actually move to Los Angeles, to which I respond, “I don’t know.” That is the truth. Things at my parent’s house are free! Seriously though, if you get along with your parents, you should consider moving back in and living as a minimalist. Done and done. I think that what I just did was reassure myself that I am not a loser for living like this and one day I will meet a guy who will also not think I am a loser for living like this.....but will that make him a loser? Perhaps we discuss that later.

Lollygagging

We’ll just call this an intro to my blog. I’m not going to claim to be a phenomenal writer or anything; I’m actually doing this as part of my means to celebrity. It will also serve as some sort of journal as I go on auditions and try to break into the acting business. What I will not do, is use this as a personal journal! I refuse, REFUSE, to be all sappy and depressed on here, unless it directly relates to me as an actress. I will also not use this as a venue to vent…okay, yes, I will, but I will do my best to have most of my blogs be upbeat, optimistic and sickly positive.

I’m calling this “Lollygagging” because I’m finally getting my butt in gear and getting out and pursuing my dream. I’ve wanted this since I was five. All I’m saying is, “It’s about time.” But hey, better late than never. Plus, 30 is the new 20, is it not?