So I am left home with my brothers tonight while my parents are out at some country club function with relatives. They took the good car and abandoned me with Ryan. So let me tell you what that means:
Ryan is a thirteen year old boy. And for any of you who ever wondered "what is the worst age for a younger brother to be?" you would have your answer in the number 13.
He is helpful and considerate at his best, but usually spends his time farting, muttering sarcastic comments in a stage whisper, or trying to break my fingers.
Right now he is playing a video game. Which means I don't hear much from him except the occasional overly loud groans and the deep thud of his foot hitting the wall. In a while, either his eyes will be tired or he will get fed up with a level he can't beat and he will come looking for a fight. Or possibly to watch Buffy. I can never anticipate which way it's going to go.
Luckily, I also have to pick up Sean from work soon, so that at least adds another element to this hormonal puzzle that could either result in a pleasant evening bonding with my brothers over a movie, or stomping upstairs and doors slamming.
Let's see, shall we?
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
warning: spoiler alert?
So I finished Name of the Wind.
I'm going to do you a favor and say DON'T READ IT.
At least not until Pat "Poophead" Rothfuss (the author) finishes AND publishes the s
equel, Wise Man's Fear. Unless you wish to face the same disappointment I did late last night, I highly recommend getting out before you get hurt. Wait a year, when this stupid follow up will finally be out (according to Amazon, but what do they know anyway?), and then read it. Because it is quite enjoyable.
So last night, I came home from trivia, watched an episode of Buffy (Ted, Season 2) and then retired to bed, eager to finish the last 20-or-so pages. I usually read until my eyelids are heavy, and then fight to keep them open until I finish the chapter. Last night, however, I achieved no resolution, and could barely make my eyes tired with the last few chapters. I knew around page 500 that the book would not be able to resolve itself, and even that the main character, Kvothe, would be unable to finish his storytelling. What I DIDN'T know is how upset I would be when I got to the last page and realized I would not see an end of the story for perhaps another year.
If I hadn't been badgered into reading it now, now, NOW, I wouldn't be so disappointed by the lackluster, unsatisfying, HUGE BUZZ KILL of an ending.
I'm calling you out, Robert Ross. I blame you for this turmoil and anguish.
edit: I don't know if you can tell, but I really, thoroughly enjoyed this book. Stupid Poophead.
I'm going to do you a favor and say DON'T READ IT.
At least not until Pat "Poophead" Rothfuss (the author) finishes AND publishes the s
equel, Wise Man's Fear. Unless you wish to face the same disappointment I did late last night, I highly recommend getting out before you get hurt. Wait a year, when this stupid follow up will finally be out (according to Amazon, but what do they know anyway?), and then read it. Because it is quite enjoyable.So last night, I came home from trivia, watched an episode of Buffy (Ted, Season 2) and then retired to bed, eager to finish the last 20-or-so pages. I usually read until my eyelids are heavy, and then fight to keep them open until I finish the chapter. Last night, however, I achieved no resolution, and could barely make my eyes tired with the last few chapters. I knew around page 500 that the book would not be able to resolve itself, and even that the main character, Kvothe, would be unable to finish his storytelling. What I DIDN'T know is how upset I would be when I got to the last page and realized I would not see an end of the story for perhaps another year.
If I hadn't been badgered into reading it now, now, NOW, I wouldn't be so disappointed by the lackluster, unsatisfying, HUGE BUZZ KILL of an ending.
I'm calling you out, Robert Ross. I blame you for this turmoil and anguish.
edit: I don't know if you can tell, but I really, thoroughly enjoyed this book. Stupid Poophead.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
misc
Ok, I have a few things to say, but none of them are substantial enough for a full post. Here are some things I've been thinking about lately:
THE AIR CONDITIONING IS ON. It's a miracle. Not only can we bake things in the oven again without overheating the house and killing the dog, we also closed all the windows! And that means those stupid birds have shut up. Well, they're still annoying, I just can't hear them as well through a pane of glass. :) It was getting kinda ridiculous. They were talking to me. Their chirping and horny mating calls were starting to sound like real words: one of them always says Germannnyyyy, and one says "shiverme shiverme shiverme timbers" and another says "babysitter babysitter" and then there's one that just copies ALL OF THEM. Doing one call after another, in succession, like the most annoying type of car alarm.
I'm a little bit in love with Simon Pegg. OK, a lot. Watch the show Spaced. I finally did. (hint: it's all on Hulu)
My job is tiring and suckish and I know I complain about it too much. Friday is my first pay day!!! yay. I will make a real effort to not bitch about it anymore because I don't want to be that girl. It's like in high school when I was in orchestra and my friends and I all hated our conductor. We would find ourselves complaining about him on the weekends at sleepovers until we realized "oh no. he won. he's in our heads all the time!" So I will stop. Now.
I'm almost through a book called Name of the Wind, which I was reluctant to read simply because someone told me I'd like it. Which instantly turns me off to it. Except then that someone decided to harass me over facebook and bug me and bug me until I read it. Damn him.
I still have no idea what day of the week it is. When I was in church yesterday, I flipped through the missalette and found out that there are only 9ish more weeks of summer. Which is still a long time.
THE AIR CONDITIONING IS ON. It's a miracle. Not only can we bake things in the oven again without overheating the house and killing the dog, we also closed all the windows! And that means those stupid birds have shut up. Well, they're still annoying, I just can't hear them as well through a pane of glass. :) It was getting kinda ridiculous. They were talking to me. Their chirping and horny mating calls were starting to sound like real words: one of them always says Germannnyyyy, and one says "shiverme shiverme shiverme timbers" and another says "babysitter babysitter" and then there's one that just copies ALL OF THEM. Doing one call after another, in succession, like the most annoying type of car alarm.
I'm a little bit in love with Simon Pegg. OK, a lot. Watch the show Spaced. I finally did. (hint: it's all on Hulu)
My job is tiring and suckish and I know I complain about it too much. Friday is my first pay day!!! yay. I will make a real effort to not bitch about it anymore because I don't want to be that girl. It's like in high school when I was in orchestra and my friends and I all hated our conductor. We would find ourselves complaining about him on the weekends at sleepovers until we realized "oh no. he won. he's in our heads all the time!" So I will stop. Now.
I'm almost through a book called Name of the Wind, which I was reluctant to read simply because someone told me I'd like it. Which instantly turns me off to it. Except then that someone decided to harass me over facebook and bug me and bug me until I read it. Damn him.
I still have no idea what day of the week it is. When I was in church yesterday, I flipped through the missalette and found out that there are only 9ish more weeks of summer. Which is still a long time.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
ficitonal characters: a response
OK, my roommate posted a list of fictional marriageable characters on her blog. I laughed for a long long time, mostly because I agreed with her choices (mostly) but also because I remembered a similar list I made with my friends.
Lucky for you, I was going through a Princess Diaries phase at the time and wrote it all down.
I'll set the scene:
It's a Friday night. My friends and I have decided to stay up for 30 straight hours, inspired by the 30-hr famine sponsored by the FCA at our school. We had decided not sleeping was way easier than not eating, and we were bored. Mind, we had woken up early that morning for school and we were burnt out from life the way most freshmen in high school are. You know, growing and whining and stuff.
Eager to pass the time without drowsing, we decide to make a list of hot fictional characters and record it in the journal I had taken to chronicling my pathetic fourteen year old life in. here it is, word for word:
"Ginny's house
2:11 AM 3/11/05
This is teh wonderful Kala!
Hope you enjoyed that, Internet.
Lucky for you, I was going through a Princess Diaries phase at the time and wrote it all down.
I'll set the scene:
It's a Friday night. My friends and I have decided to stay up for 30 straight hours, inspired by the 30-hr famine sponsored by the FCA at our school. We had decided not sleeping was way easier than not eating, and we were bored. Mind, we had woken up early that morning for school and we were burnt out from life the way most freshmen in high school are. You know, growing and whining and stuff.
Eager to pass the time without drowsing, we decide to make a list of hot fictional characters and record it in the journal I had taken to chronicling my pathetic fourteen year old life in. here it is, word for word:
"Ginny's house
2:11 AM 3/11/05
This is teh wonderful Kala!
- Westley, cause he's got a mask and doesn't have a last name...
- DRACO MALFOY CUZ HE'S FREAKING HOT [editor's note: Kala's input]
- Ender Wiggin, cuz he's all smart and stuff [Ginny/Mallory]
- Peter Wiggin, cuz he's a hot genius guy [G,M]
- Harry Potter- too cool to need a reason (almost too sexy for this list)
- Holden Caufield, cuz he's funny
- MERCUTIO- IS DEFINITELY TOO SEXY FOR THIS LIST! [apparently we had just read Romeo and Juliet]
- Michael Moscowitz, cuz he's HOTT and loves Star Wars
- Luke Skywalker, he's the shizz
- Patrick, he made out with Macaulay Culkin [this is a reference to the bloopers from the movie Saved. nerds to the core]
- Macaulay Culkin, he's a beast. enough said. [Saved]
- WOLVERINE- king of beasts and he'splayed by Hugh J.
- Captain Seamus, cuz HE'S GOT A MAGIC BAG OF POTATOES. [honestly, I have no idea what this is about. Possibly artwork on my "I <3 Nerds" purse]
- Meatwad- cuz he's like...meaty and waddy.
- Master Snape- cuz he's hilarious
- APOLLO, CUZ HE'S THE SHIZ [...? Mythology shoutout?]
- Professor Lupin- James Potter- Sirius Black- Need I say more?
- Wiggit- OMG [?]
- Tain- if he were human, he'd probably be hot [no idea- a Yahoo search brought up this]
- Danny Zuko
- FERRIS BEULLER (needs no reason) [this was huge and also had excited sparks coming off of it]
- Marty McFly- cuz he drives a cool car
- SNOOPY- he's cooler than his owner
- Rafiki- WTF
- That guy from Mulan [Shang]- cuz he's hot...in an Asian commando sort of way
- Aragorn- totally KOOL
- Michael Vaughn- he's hot...and has a gun [clearly my input]
- Seth Cohen- cool dork
- PEDRO- he's like...Mexicaney
- Sir Ulrich Von Lichtenstein- cuz he's hot.
- Homer Hickam- Donnie Darko- JAKE G!!!
- George of the Jungle- because he wears a loincloth [hee hee]
- GARY- cuz he's a PIMP
- Rusty Ryan- ate through the entire movie and didn't gain a poooooouuund...
- Mario- he's a hott digital Italian plumber
- The Napster- he can get you green lights all the way down... [hahaha Italian Job]
- Leopold- the whole English thing is pretty cool...
- The Baron- voiced by Cary Elwes [Miyazaki's The Cat Returns]
- CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!!!! CUZ HE'S CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!!!
- RON WEASLEY- CUZ HE'S A SEXY RED HEADED BEAST!!!
Hope you enjoyed that, Internet.
Monday, June 7, 2010
let me sum up
"Let me explain. No, there is too much- let me sum up."
OK, this is the point I have reached in my summer:
- all my e-mail messages are automated from a scholarship website or schedules from my boss.
- I can't remember what day of the week it is. Probably because I have no weekends anymore.
- I can't remember what I have been doing with myself for the past week (other than work) but I feel like I've been busy...
- The air conditioning is still not on- and it's really becoming noticeable.
- I have a routine: wake up, eat, work, eat, TV, read, sleep. rinse and repeat.
My position as a concession stand operator/spray park attendant has guaranteed a certain amount of yelling. Not AT people, mind you, just in general. Shouting through the concession window, hollering "WALK" at random intervals to reinforce my position of power (because I don't get to have a whistle), and repeating my self over and over telling people where to buy wristbands and that they can't have food or Gatorade. Heaven forbid someone drink colored water in a giant sprinkler park.
My throat has been killing me since my second day of work. And there is no down time to recover. I suggested putting up a sign saying NO FOOD OR DRINK but of course my throat is less important than city budget.
However, I was nervous about taking a Spanish class next semester for my minor because I didn't take any Spanish last year. After a summer at a city park in Roswell, GA, I think I'll be in pretty good standing with my foreign language. I TOLD YOU Spanish would be more helpful than French, sixth grade naysayers!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
june!
It's JUNE. One of my favorite months of the year. Warm, muggy, usually full of vacations and no immediate commitments to worry about. This year, all of those descriptors are FALSE. Except "muggy." way to go, 2010.
This June has been wet and stormy so far. No vacations in sight except for the distant promise of a stay in a Gulf Shores condo at the end of July. AND I am working at my lovely summer job EVERY DAY. Every. Day. Monday to Friday, holidays off, some vacation time? NO. Sunday-Sunday. At least five hours a day. Everyday. Including holidays (which are scarce anyway, I suppose).
The only good news about this horrible June is that it is wet, which makes parts of my job easier. Working at a splash park means checking for wristbands; banning food, drinks, toys and strollers; and sometimes (SOMEtimes) shutting off the water due to thunder and lightning. When it rains, there are less people to disappoint when you have to say "no ice cream in the splash park." However, it DOES mean I get yelled at by the people who feel they deserve a refund because of the rain. Too bad. I can't do that, ma'am.
Can't wait till pay day. Only twenty more days.
In unrelated news, I just heard on the 6 o'clock news some GT students were experimenting with some chemicals FOR FUN behind their dorm when they exploded, giving them second degree burns on their chests, faces and arms. Anybody know these guys?
EDIT: I realize that sounds like I said the students exploded. While that would be terrible (and much more exciting) I meant that the chemicals exploded onto them.
This June has been wet and stormy so far. No vacations in sight except for the distant promise of a stay in a Gulf Shores condo at the end of July. AND I am working at my lovely summer job EVERY DAY. Every. Day. Monday to Friday, holidays off, some vacation time? NO. Sunday-Sunday. At least five hours a day. Everyday. Including holidays (which are scarce anyway, I suppose).
The only good news about this horrible June is that it is wet, which makes parts of my job easier. Working at a splash park means checking for wristbands; banning food, drinks, toys and strollers; and sometimes (SOMEtimes) shutting off the water due to thunder and lightning. When it rains, there are less people to disappoint when you have to say "no ice cream in the splash park." However, it DOES mean I get yelled at by the people who feel they deserve a refund because of the rain. Too bad. I can't do that, ma'am.
Can't wait till pay day. Only twenty more days.
In unrelated news, I just heard on the 6 o'clock news some GT students were experimenting with some chemicals FOR FUN behind their dorm when they exploded, giving them second degree burns on their chests, faces and arms. Anybody know these guys?
EDIT: I realize that sounds like I said the students exploded. While that would be terrible (and much more exciting) I meant that the chemicals exploded onto them.
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