Ugh. Just ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.
That's probably not a word, but for the record, it's still lost it's meaning to me.
I use 'ugh' in every possible situation that annoys me. Tonight is an 'ugh' night.
I'm going to complain in this post. It's going to be heavy in self-pity, so please bear with me, or choose the more logical option and ignore me. :)
Anyway, I'm exhausted. This week has probably been one of the busiest I've had in ages. I honestly can't think of a single moment where I had some "me-time" or even just a reasonable amount of time for a bit of relaxation. Tuesdays and Thursdays I'm always babysitting, because my sister-in-law goes to college on those days from 3-9, so those days are basically always booked. It was especially bad this week because my mom and dad are gone, so taking care of the two kids is pretty much left to me, my sister, and my grandma.
(Oh yeah, I probably should have told you that my mom and dad left for Russia for a month and a half trip. They've been gone about 3 weeks.)
I had a ton of stuff to do throughout the week, mostly errands and catching up on 20 different homework assignments. This stuff takes time, and I just couldn't find any at all this week. Monday I was working, Tuesday I was babysitting, yesterday I was running errands for my grandma for several hours (though I did somehow obtain some time to get my camera!) and today I was babysitting again. All week I've just been rushing from one thing to another, knowing that there are more important things I should be doing. I'm one of those people that likes to prioritize, and when I don't get my affairs in order, I tend to get really confused and annoyed.
Next week, however, is spring break. Yay! Today was my last day at school, and I was eagerly waiting for 9 PM when my sister-in-law would pick up the kids, because then my break would officially begin (she's off next week too and they're going to Florida). Turns out, that's not the case. Good ol' sis surprises us with the fact that she's bringing the kids tomorrow morning because she has some errands to run. She didn't even ask. She just went ahead and made her own plans. That basically means I'll have to get up early tomorrow and babysit.
Guys, it's going to seem really pathetic, but this babysitting thing is tough. If we're going to be honest, I'm not the most patient person with kids. My younger niece is almost a year old, so she screams and cries a lot. She has to be given attention 24/7, so I'm usually stuck chasing her so she doesn't hurt herself or something. That makes it impossible to do homework, and impossible to ever consider sleeping or relaxing or studying or anything that requires a reasonable amount of quiet.
And sleeping. I was really looking forward to finally getting a good night's sleep. I'm not exaggerating when I say I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in about a month. It's gotten to the point where anytime I'm on my bed, even if just for a minute, I fall asleep. I know it's unhealthy, but I get no more than 4 hours of sleep a night on average. I used to rely on the weekends to catch up on sleep, but with my stupid job, I'm always up at 5:30 AM because weekend mornings are pretty much the only time I'm ever given work hours.
You're probably thinking in your heads "if she's so tired, why doesn't she just shut up and go to bed?" Good question, fellow bloggers. The answer is simple: I like BEDA. It's weird and hard, but I like this little blogging festivity.
I should really stop with my rants or everyone's going to get annoyed with me.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Ka-Pow!
Guys, I'm sorry. I'm completely uninspired today. I'm drowning in end-of-the-quarter-shit-I-have-to-make-up-20-assignments mode. I'm so uninspired, I wrote an awful little poem to show you all that I might be going insane. Or not.
Yesterday I met a creature named Flounder
Except he was a whale
It puzzled me
So I swam away
Yeah. It's been a weird night.
Tomorrow, I have to hand in forms documenting 150 hours of creative, physical, and community service activities. Each activity can be worth no more than 10 hours, plus some activities that I did for less than 10 hours, so doing the proper math makes it about 10,000 forms I have to fill out. I also need signatures showing that I actually participated in these activities. I'll let you guys in on a little secret, though:
I'm forging some of the signatures.
No no no no, please don't judge! It's just that I was lazy when I actually did those activities and didn't feel like bringing the forms to be signed, and it's a bit awkward asking some adult to sign a form after you did an activity for them a year ago. It probably doesn't matter anyway, because I'm so terrible at forging these signatures that I wouldn't be surprised if I was caught. I'm a bad, bad person. But these are stupid, pointless forms that mean nothing anyway. It's not like I'd ever forge a signature on a check or legal document or something, I swear.
By the way, I got my camera today. I don't know how to use it. It's kind of funny how confusing it is. I think I'm going to name it something cool. Something French. Something like...Lombard. Yeah.
Anyone remember Pleakley from Lilo & Stitch? I don't know why, but I thought of him. He was a weird old alien.
Also, I'm thinking about doing a vlog. Is it a good idea? I don't know. I don't know any video editing, so it'd probably just be me sitting and staring at the webcam for a good 5 minutes and maybe cracking a lame joke or two.
Yesterday I met a creature named Flounder
Except he was a whale
It puzzled me
So I swam away
Yeah. It's been a weird night.
Tomorrow, I have to hand in forms documenting 150 hours of creative, physical, and community service activities. Each activity can be worth no more than 10 hours, plus some activities that I did for less than 10 hours, so doing the proper math makes it about 10,000 forms I have to fill out. I also need signatures showing that I actually participated in these activities. I'll let you guys in on a little secret, though:
I'm forging some of the signatures.
No no no no, please don't judge! It's just that I was lazy when I actually did those activities and didn't feel like bringing the forms to be signed, and it's a bit awkward asking some adult to sign a form after you did an activity for them a year ago. It probably doesn't matter anyway, because I'm so terrible at forging these signatures that I wouldn't be surprised if I was caught. I'm a bad, bad person. But these are stupid, pointless forms that mean nothing anyway. It's not like I'd ever forge a signature on a check or legal document or something, I swear.
By the way, I got my camera today. I don't know how to use it. It's kind of funny how confusing it is. I think I'm going to name it something cool. Something French. Something like...Lombard. Yeah.
Anyone remember Pleakley from Lilo & Stitch? I don't know why, but I thought of him. He was a weird old alien.
Also, I'm thinking about doing a vlog. Is it a good idea? I don't know. I don't know any video editing, so it'd probably just be me sitting and staring at the webcam for a good 5 minutes and maybe cracking a lame joke or two.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Snow White?
Guys, this is weird. I AM NOT USED TO BLOGGING EVERY DAY.
Okay, so it's been a while since I've seen Snow White. At one point it was my favorite Disney film, but I haven't watched it in its entirety in years. This evening I decided to watch it.
I really need to stop watching so many movies.
Anyway, I'm usually not one to analyze Disney films, because while I'm aware that many of them have underlying messages that I may not agree with, I'm a firm believer that Disney movies must be watched with a child-like perspective. Trying to make sense of the film beyond the story and understanding its more mature elements takes away most of the magic of a Disney film, and I'd like to keep whatever is left of my childish ignorance.
Nonetheless, I'm going to contradict my beliefs in this post. I've compiled a list of observations and questions that I came upon while watching:
-The Dwarfs' noses are extremely red, especially Grumpy's. Why is that so? I've always been told a scarlet nose is the sign of an alcoholic. I'm hoping that's not the case.
-Of all the Dwarfs, Happy is by far the fattest. I'm betting it's a social commentary. My guess is that it has something to do with fat cats? Pampered, hence fattest, hence happiest? Probably not. I don't know.
-When the Dwarfs are leaving the mine for the first time, Dopey locks the door to the vault with a key, and hangs the key right next to the door. I tried to think of some logical explanation for this, but there is none. When is that ever okay? These are diamonds we're talking about! There's no point in locking it if you're going to keep the key right next to the locked door.
-I don't like what they did with Dopey. I think he's supposed to be some comic representation of someone with mental retardation. I'm obviously over-interpreting it, but that's the vibe I got.
-The ending of the film was way too fast. Prince Charming came, kissed Snow White, woke her up, and they strolled away on a horse within a couple of minutes. Come on Disney, that ending was shorter than Mockingjay's!
-What happened to the huntsman? Did he end up okay? I'm hoping, because I liked him.
-If those animals in the woods were really Snow White's friends, they wouldn't have abandoned her when the Dwarfs came home. The least they could have done was wake her up.
-The turtle was, by far, my favorite character. He was adorable and kind-hearted and patient and he just made my heart melt. No one ever pays attention to him, though.
That's all for today, folks. Have a great night, and Hank, I will see you Monday.
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...I wish.
Okay, so it's been a while since I've seen Snow White. At one point it was my favorite Disney film, but I haven't watched it in its entirety in years. This evening I decided to watch it.
I really need to stop watching so many movies.
Anyway, I'm usually not one to analyze Disney films, because while I'm aware that many of them have underlying messages that I may not agree with, I'm a firm believer that Disney movies must be watched with a child-like perspective. Trying to make sense of the film beyond the story and understanding its more mature elements takes away most of the magic of a Disney film, and I'd like to keep whatever is left of my childish ignorance.
Nonetheless, I'm going to contradict my beliefs in this post. I've compiled a list of observations and questions that I came upon while watching:
-The Dwarfs' noses are extremely red, especially Grumpy's. Why is that so? I've always been told a scarlet nose is the sign of an alcoholic. I'm hoping that's not the case.
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| Best representation I could find |
-When the Dwarfs are leaving the mine for the first time, Dopey locks the door to the vault with a key, and hangs the key right next to the door. I tried to think of some logical explanation for this, but there is none. When is that ever okay? These are diamonds we're talking about! There's no point in locking it if you're going to keep the key right next to the locked door.
-I don't like what they did with Dopey. I think he's supposed to be some comic representation of someone with mental retardation. I'm obviously over-interpreting it, but that's the vibe I got.
-The ending of the film was way too fast. Prince Charming came, kissed Snow White, woke her up, and they strolled away on a horse within a couple of minutes. Come on Disney, that ending was shorter than Mockingjay's!
-What happened to the huntsman? Did he end up okay? I'm hoping, because I liked him.
-If those animals in the woods were really Snow White's friends, they wouldn't have abandoned her when the Dwarfs came home. The least they could have done was wake her up.
-The turtle was, by far, my favorite character. He was adorable and kind-hearted and patient and he just made my heart melt. No one ever pays attention to him, though.
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| Remember the turtle, guys. REMEMBER THE TURTLE. |
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...I wish.
Monday, April 2, 2012
The Fritz and Toes.
I honestly have no idea where that title came from. I was thinking about how much my toe hurts, and I suddenly thought of how much I love when people say "[insert noun here] is on the fritz". For example: my computer is on the fritz. Your phone is on the fritz. His brain is on the fritz.
Then I looked up fritz on Urban Dictionary, just because there definitions of words are always fascinating. Here's one definition I found: "Now used to describe a person or persons falsely imprisoning and raping family members, similar to being 'on the rob'."
This, my friends, is why Urban Dictionary is not a reliable source. Excuse me for a second while I...haahahahahaha. I have never heard 'fritz' used in that context. Or heard of such actions, for that matter. Bahahahaa.
To make this post relevant to my title, I also must discuss toes. I just got home from work, so my toe hurts. You see, my right foot is bigger than my left by an entire size, so that sets me up for some enormous discomfort. I always face the situation of buying shoes closer in size to my left foot, which sets me up for cramping and tightness in my right foot, or buying a larger size to satisfy my right foot, which results in me waddling like a duck because my left foot is too small for my shoe. This sets me up for a dilemma. I obviously can't buy a pair of shoes with each a different size, because that just...doesn't work. Can you imagine how hilarious (and annoying) it would be, for someone else to buy a pair of shoes only to find out one is in a size 8 while the other is a size 9?
Actually, that'd just be annoying.
Hey, I just rambled about two completely petty topics! Bonus points for me! I'm acing this BEDA thing, man. Maybe now I should just go into a deep discussion about the meaning of life.
(It's 42, by the way. Gold star if you get the reference.)
A lot happened at work today. I have a boss that would fit perfectly in the "Horrible Bosses" movie. Her attitude is entirely dependent on her mood, and I've grown almost used to the fact that she has to yell at someone on a daily basis for no reason at all. Almost. She particularly doesn't like me, for some reason. I don't know, maybe it's because I'm more quiet when I work, and occasionally I make petty mistakes because I'm human. Today, it got really busy and my co-worker asked if I could take storefront. She went back to the drive-thru area, so I assumed she would finish the rest of what I was doing. She didn't though, and I didn't find out about it until 15 minutes later, when my boss started yelling at me about it. I understand that we made a mistake, but I explained to her that storefront got very busy and it seemed obvious that my co-worker would cover the back for me. She wouldn't let it go, though, no matter how much I explained what happened, until finally she said: "you need to stop this attitude you're giving me right now".
It felt like a punch in the face. I've never been told that I'm giving someone attitude. My parents always taught me to be respectful to my superiors, and I have always followed that. I couldn't believe she thought I was giving her attitude. I was honestly only trying to explain what happened, because I had already gotten yelled at twice in one day. She should practice what she preaches. Maybe she is my superior, but I am a firm believer that if you treat someone respectfully, you will get respect in return. Constantly yelling at people is not a way to keep a business running successfully.
I'm trying to cut back on my blogging rants, but this one could not be avoided. I hope all you fellow BEDA-ers are doing well, and I'll see you all tomorrow!
Then I looked up fritz on Urban Dictionary, just because there definitions of words are always fascinating. Here's one definition I found: "Now used to describe a person or persons falsely imprisoning and raping family members, similar to being 'on the rob'."
This, my friends, is why Urban Dictionary is not a reliable source. Excuse me for a second while I...haahahahahaha. I have never heard 'fritz' used in that context. Or heard of such actions, for that matter. Bahahahaa.
To make this post relevant to my title, I also must discuss toes. I just got home from work, so my toe hurts. You see, my right foot is bigger than my left by an entire size, so that sets me up for some enormous discomfort. I always face the situation of buying shoes closer in size to my left foot, which sets me up for cramping and tightness in my right foot, or buying a larger size to satisfy my right foot, which results in me waddling like a duck because my left foot is too small for my shoe. This sets me up for a dilemma. I obviously can't buy a pair of shoes with each a different size, because that just...doesn't work. Can you imagine how hilarious (and annoying) it would be, for someone else to buy a pair of shoes only to find out one is in a size 8 while the other is a size 9?
Actually, that'd just be annoying.
Hey, I just rambled about two completely petty topics! Bonus points for me! I'm acing this BEDA thing, man. Maybe now I should just go into a deep discussion about the meaning of life.
(It's 42, by the way. Gold star if you get the reference.)
A lot happened at work today. I have a boss that would fit perfectly in the "Horrible Bosses" movie. Her attitude is entirely dependent on her mood, and I've grown almost used to the fact that she has to yell at someone on a daily basis for no reason at all. Almost. She particularly doesn't like me, for some reason. I don't know, maybe it's because I'm more quiet when I work, and occasionally I make petty mistakes because I'm human. Today, it got really busy and my co-worker asked if I could take storefront. She went back to the drive-thru area, so I assumed she would finish the rest of what I was doing. She didn't though, and I didn't find out about it until 15 minutes later, when my boss started yelling at me about it. I understand that we made a mistake, but I explained to her that storefront got very busy and it seemed obvious that my co-worker would cover the back for me. She wouldn't let it go, though, no matter how much I explained what happened, until finally she said: "you need to stop this attitude you're giving me right now".
It felt like a punch in the face. I've never been told that I'm giving someone attitude. My parents always taught me to be respectful to my superiors, and I have always followed that. I couldn't believe she thought I was giving her attitude. I was honestly only trying to explain what happened, because I had already gotten yelled at twice in one day. She should practice what she preaches. Maybe she is my superior, but I am a firm believer that if you treat someone respectfully, you will get respect in return. Constantly yelling at people is not a way to keep a business running successfully.
I'm trying to cut back on my blogging rants, but this one could not be avoided. I hope all you fellow BEDA-ers are doing well, and I'll see you all tomorrow!
Sunday, April 1, 2012
A dangerous month looms ahead.
Hi, BEDA. I'm Anna. It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you and your crazy antics, so I'm anxious to get to know you.
This month is going to be really weird. It's hard to imagine blogging every day for an entire month! I usually just blog when I'm inspired, or something ticks me off enough for me to write a blog post about it. Nevertheless, I'm hoping I can finally defeat my lazy mind that hates following through with little goals and get that little (30) next to April in my Arr-chives! (Guys, why am I so hilarious?)
Day #1's problem: I honestly can't think of a single thing to talk about, so I'm going to list things that make me happy, because the weather has been awful this week and it's taken a toll on my mood.
a. Thinking about moving to San Francisco
I am quite honestly considering moving to San Francisco. I've decided that since my attitude is negatively impacted by poor weather, I will move to a place where it's sunny and warm, but still has that urban vibe that I'm craving. San Francisco is so artsy. It's like a West Coast NYC. I have so many reasons why I think I'd love it there, but I think I'll save it for a rainy day this month (get it? April? Rainy day? Because April's rainy? More hilarity!), when I have nothing to post. Remind me.
This month is going to be really weird. It's hard to imagine blogging every day for an entire month! I usually just blog when I'm inspired, or something ticks me off enough for me to write a blog post about it. Nevertheless, I'm hoping I can finally defeat my lazy mind that hates following through with little goals and get that little (30) next to April in my Arr-chives! (Guys, why am I so hilarious?)
Day #1's problem: I honestly can't think of a single thing to talk about, so I'm going to list things that make me happy, because the weather has been awful this week and it's taken a toll on my mood.
a. Thinking about moving to San Francisco
I am quite honestly considering moving to San Francisco. I've decided that since my attitude is negatively impacted by poor weather, I will move to a place where it's sunny and warm, but still has that urban vibe that I'm craving. San Francisco is so artsy. It's like a West Coast NYC. I have so many reasons why I think I'd love it there, but I think I'll save it for a rainy day this month (get it? April? Rainy day? Because April's rainy? More hilarity!), when I have nothing to post. Remind me.
b. The Philadelphia Story (film)
You may, perhaps, know that I adore Jimmy Stewart, but you don't know that I also love Cary Grant. The film is within my ideal cultural era (1940), the two main men are wonderful (as is Katharine Hepburn) and the movie is so full of fantastic one-liners that I've already started memorizing some of them ("Oh, C.K. Dexter Haaaaven!"). The movie is probably one of the funniest films I've ever seen, without being cheap and crude, and the love story behind it is beautiful. This is how rom-coms should be made.
c. This song:
d. The fact that I'm buying a film SLR.
Sure, it sucks to have to buy good film (which, by the way, isn't fun to find when basic stores don't sell it). Nevertheless, I can't wait to finally have a decent camera in my hands. I'm getting it in a few days. I'll never go pro, but it will still be amazing fun. I've always loved photography, but never had even a simple camera of my own. It's exciting to imagine I'll have the same art medium as the great Ansel Adams (see below).
e. Planning my trip to Europe with my mom
This summer, my mom and I are going on a trip to Europe. We'll be visiting London, Paris, Amsterdam and Belgium. I'm so excited, because the last time I visited Europe, it truly changed my life. I can't wait to see what's in store for this trip.
There you have it. I'm off to make macaroni & cheese, watch a movie and not do homework.
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