Do it, do it now!

I am kind of in a weird mood. One of those moods where I feel, I don't know. I just finished watching this video about where man came from, giants, and December of 2012. Where does everyone come up with this crap? How many times have we said it's the end of the world?
I have been having fun all day. I felt sad about not being able to adopt a schnauzer. I can't right now anyway, I'm dog sitting. I paid off one of my medical bills from that food poison fiasco. They still have not found out where it came from. The health department probably did and decided not to tell me. Too busy with the H1N1 stuff.
Why deal with injections? I have not been immunized. The last time I received a shot was when the school was going through some virus scare. Some kids didn't have to have it because of some allergy to eggs. Has anyone watched the Origin of Aids? You might find it interesting. Then you probably might not ever want to be immunized ever again.
I had fun with Allstate today. For over a month, I have told them I do not want to be their customer. I e-mailed the agent three times that I am severing ties. Get a clue. Get a life. No means no. No, I will not go through anymore trouble for Allstate.
I get a call from them today telling me that I have not yet paid them. Okay, I have told them a few times. So, I gave them one last call. Nice girl, I feel bad for her. She asked if I wanted to review the policy first to see if there were any discounts. 1. I already got a new policy. 2. Kiss my ass. 3. I already lowered my rate and look what it brought me. 4. Allstate doesn't care that I am a student. No, I would not.
I hope that it didn't do anything to her stats. I think it is bad business practice to fire someone over something that is out of his or her control. This is coming from one call center agent to another. It is bad ethic and it is bad for the economy. Someone calls in to lower a bill or close an account because they lost their job. The agent puts up with this scenario all day, the agent gets fired for not saving enough customers. The cycle starts all over again when the agent is calling another company because they lost their job not saving enough people. Then that agent loses their job. Then we all end up at a job that does not pay as much as it used to and even more miserable because it's the same job. I can give you a long list of why the economy is shit. Firing people for stupid reasons is one of them.
I am working on a new project and maybe I will put it to the test. My paper is about communication jobs. I had to choose three. I decided to go with journalism, radio, and performing arts. Try that on for size. Maybe, I will earn a new opportunity.

Village Idiot

It's been a long month. Not that nothing exciting has been happening. I have been busy with family stuff. I have been busy with school stuff. I never knew I would do so well...until I start doing math. Which is if I go for the Bachelors degree. Am I going to continue? I don't know, I didn't qualify for more financial aid. Again, I made too much money at DirecTv. Screw them, they have bad karma coming. Especially, Emily. Better watch your back, biotch.
I have not had much time to go visit the brother. I hope he is making a nice recovery. Dad wants to go with me to visit. Well, he needs to grab me at a time when I am not working on my project for class and when I am not working. By the way, I am looking for something new. I am losing patience, hope, and sanity...and I am going to get caught.
In case nobody has noticed, I have not spoken much with anyone. I think the people I have spoken with the most are the relatives on my mom's side of the family. Told you I don't speak to anyone often. Something you would not expect to happen, happened.
I went to the Cherry Festival. Nothing new. I just wanted to spend time with my guy and wander around a bit. Take a break. I saw my aunt and uncle, Becky and Tommy. I know them quite well. I have known them for a long time. I was introduce Paul to them. I was trying not to say Tim. I felt like a total ass when I couldn't say his name. What the hell? You know what is funny about the whole thing?
Why don't I just wind the clock back a little bit. For a while, I have rarely seen Uncle Tommy. Mom took my for a ride on her motorcycle to visit him. The last time I saw him was at his son's reception. (I think his name is Jared?) This was around the same time Athena getting her children back. Probably, a couple of years ago. When he saw me, he started to talk to me. He said the wrong name and called me Tara. So, it would be evident that we don't see each other often if we are forgetting each others name.
I have been chatting with my cousin, Tommy's daughter, Randi Jo. She told me that she was performing in Chicken Every Sunday. We did a little bit of catching up. I was talking to her how long it has been since I had been in a play. She told me about some auditions. I went to see the play, thought it was charming, and envied her hair. On the program, there was some more info on the auditions. I think I am going to go. I am intrigued.
I think June was the month for me feeling bad. I kind of felt bad for the crap my brother is going through, even though I didn't do anything to him. I also felt like an idiot for forgetting my own uncle's name, I never ever ever forget I assure everyone. Hopefully, I am not getting Alzheimer's. That is the last thing I need happening on my long list of self pity.

Farmer Jen

I never grew up on a farm, despite what people in Boise think. It's a fact, people think that I know how to farm and raise barn animals. When I was going to Borah, people referred to me as a "hick." A hick in Emmett means "cowboy wanna be." That, I am not. The teachers there had the brass to tell me that I was only taught how to farm. In my hometown, I took summer school and learned how to fill applications, write resumes, and look for college. It was the same exact class that Borah was trying to make me take again when they told me I was a farmer.
When I worked a pizza place, my co-workers asked me what kind of animals I raised. When I told them kittens and puppies, they laughed. I don't believe they were expecting that answer.
I think my parents were raised around cattle and things like that. I don't know anything about it. The trailer court we lived in was surrounded with cows. I do not know anything about cows, I merely trespassed on the property to climb trees in the "willows". I was little and didn't know better.
The plants I had all died. Well, one survived for a long time until my cat ate it. For a while, my closet green thumb was dieing to come out. I grew my first garden last year. I am pretty good at it with a little bit of help. I bought a ton of plants. I purchased some berry bushes. I have strawberry, raspberry, and blueberry.
I am having a little bit of an issue with the blueberries. The berries did not grow last year, but this year the raspberries and strawberries are. I'm trying to learn more about blueberries. I bought some holly plant food. I saw some flowers on the blueberry bushes but they fell off. I don't know if they are supposed to do that. I'm beginning to feel disappointed because I love blueberries and want some of my own.

I also have become obsessed with chickens. I watched this show on PBS about chickens and it was the most interesting show. I was holding chicks over at D&B and I think they are sweet little creatures. I cuddled and pet the chicken as it closed it's eyes in bliss. I really need some. I think it would be cool to have an animal that can provide me with free range eggs and some meat. Frank can't do that and no I will not eat my dog. Dino hasn't laid any eggs and I don't know if I would eat my turtle.
I guess I am turning into that farmer person that people assumed I was. I have a garden growing again this year. I don't want animals to annoy my neighbors, although I know a rooster will.

The Zipper!

I have been thinking about the rides at the carnivals. I have been on them with relatives and friends. I never had a boyfriend that would take me on a ride. Previous dates would take me for a stroll. Another one just took me for a bite to eat there.
In way, it is a cheap date. Depends on how you look at it. Pay for the food which is probably cheaper than the tickets. Spend money on the food and not have enough money for tickets. Pay for the food and not want to vomit from the rides. Or half off on the carnival because you just pay for the food. Kind of like the glass that is half empty.
Paul is reluctant on going to the festival. He said it was lame. That would be because we were with a couple of people that drive him mad. I already know the parade is not worth the time. It wasn't what it used to be and should be discontinued due to the fact that it's just a bunch of people walking down the street with a horse and the occasional religious freak on a flat bed playing a keyboard.
I asked if he liked rides. I am under the impression that he doesn't like them. Especially, the Zipper. I think he is afraid that he wouldn't be buckled in securely. Well, it's not like the rides in Boise where you really should be afraid of the roller coaster. The only frightening thing I experienced at the Cherry Festival which was the weather. The weather is always questionable. It ranges from lightening storms to hail. Or a fire up the road which stops nobody.
I never was on the Zipper until that day that Rocky and I decided to go on the ride. It was a ton of fun. Lot's of screams. Lot's of items flying out of your pocket. I think he lost his lighter on that ride. I haven't been on the ride since that day. I would like to ride it again.
I guess I have become bored with the other rides. None of them look like your being slammed in the ground like the Zipper does. I used to like the mini roller coaster thing. I out grew it because it doesn't move very fast. I hate the ferris wheel, I can thank dad for that. Your not supposed to rock the seat! He did it anyway and thought it was funny.

Get Well Soon

I have to admit, I have been worried since Saturday morning. I haven't' had much time to say much or go visit because my final paper was due. Friday night, my cell phone was Grand Central Station. Paul was texting and calling me. Mom was calling and texting me.
I was tempted to shut my phone off. I just turned off the ringer. I went to bed late after trying to polish off my paper. Then at about 5:30am, I received a text from my brother. He told me that his kidneys are piss. I was worried for the rest of the day.
Today, I get a couple more messages that he was in the emergency room. There isn't much I can do, I had to go to work and I already received a warning for being absent too much.
I go to work. I am having a bad day and a little emotional from all the stress taking place. On lunch, I checked my phone. I received another message about what room he is in. I realized that mom was texting me. I talked to the boss to see what I should do. It's my brother. I had to make sure everything was going to be okay.
I tried to imagine what things would be like if something was to happen to my brother. If anyone else was gone in my life for that matter. Things would be strange.
The more I hear about what was going on, the more worried I become. My brother is sick. They found a murmur and are doing tests. He is in pain. I don't like seeing him in pain. I hope he recovers quickly.

Know Thy Enemy

Last day in Research Writing. After all of the hard work and effort, I'm left praying and stressing that it pays off. I reorganized and reread until I was too sleepy to turn it in. Finally, I will meet word requirement. Had a hard time a couple of assignments.
I have been a little more cheery about work. I was trying to get a day off to check out another opportunity. The chance is slim because it is at the last second. I am going to have to see what I can do about the 18th. I am asking two weeks in advance damn it.
I was having a crappy day. During one of my long conversations, a man sat next to me. I felt a little concerned because I had no idea who he was and I didn't know if I did something bad. After my conversation with the other party, I start talking to the guy. He is my boss's boss. I was thinking, "Crap, it's the end of me. I had too many long calls."
We talked about what may be causing the long conversations. I was frank with him, people need to observe what they are doing. He asked where I worked before, I told him (he seemed intrigued), and I told him why I lost those jobs. He asked me what I was looking for in my future. I was feeling a little bit worried and I think it was from the continuous interrogations from Emily. I was honest, I don't know what kind of future I want. I told him that I was going to school to be a journalist. I told him I was interested in a position that everyone was notified of. He asked me about my boss. I have no issues with her and she does bend over backwards for me. I told him she is fantastic, I think she has a ton on her plate and some people take her for granted.
He let me get back to work. As I am working, I receive some glowing messages from the boss. I made her day. I was happy about that. She had me sit with someone in a more responsible position that I am intrigued with. I felt refreshed, thrilled, and happy.
I chit chatted with one of my associates. I have a hard time containing myself when an event makes me giddy. She is looking into the position to. I rarely feel competitive. I know I'm not going to decline the opportunity and I believe I may fight for it. I think it's about time I take up something that is more responsible. I was feeling most gracious since the day before, so I sent a thank-you to my boss. I'm crossing my fingers for an interview and I will be probably dressing up just in case it is spur of the moment. Overall, I'm just thrilled. I think I would be happy whether or not I got it and this would be the first time in a long time.

Television Was My Babysitter

Hey kids, television was my babysitter long before you were a twinkle in your mothers eye. I remember the drama when someone didn't pay their cable bill. They would tell me that I don't care. What are the kids going to do?!?!? Make them go outside and play, you goober.
I know there is all kind of fun stuff to watch. I had cable when I was little. I liked watching MTV and Nickelodeon. I watched Saturday morning cartoons when they used to play cartoons. What on earth is with television on the weekend? Does a child really have an interest in infomercials and shows that are not animated. Boring!
The knowledge that I have is strangely from television. I can tell you about all kinds of random things. Do I remember where I learned it? Not really, which typically leaves me scrambling for the source when I put a citation on my papers. I can tell you quite a bit about history of an actor. I have an impeccable memory of faces and voices. This could very well be my secret in kicking your ass at Scene It and You Don't Know Jack.
The longer I am with Paul, the more I realize how much time I have spent in front of the boob tube. It is a wonder I was skinnier than a bean pole. Years of sitting in front of the computer and going out to drink has taken it's toll on my body. Anyway, I have discovered that Paul has never seen 21 Jump Street.
In fact, I found a copy of the first season in the five dollar bin at Wally World. This show is so bad it's good. Paul enjoyed it, he's been enjoying all the movies I have been torturing him with. (He liked Barbarella.) I have been subjecting him to a Johnny Depp marathon. I purchased Alice In Wonderland and 21 Jump Street. He had no idea that Mr. Depp was in the show. I figured that out when I told him that Johnny hated making the show.I used to watch this show all the time. I would play cops and robbers after watching the show. I found some more faces that I never recognized. I think the one guy that played X on X-files. I even saw the guy that played Red Forman on That 70's Show. Need I go on? I watch too much t.v.
By the way Alice In Wonderland is the shit. You must watch it. You will watch it now. Next week, I will be getting From Paris With Love with John Travolta and Johnathan Rhys Meyers. It looks cool...

Obviously, I Don't Care

My essay is due on Saturday. It is Wednesday, I almost have 2,000 words. I am still organizing the damn thing and making some additions here and there. I hope I am adding back some of the stuff I deleted.
All I have been doing is running around and playing online. I cannot concentrate on my paper. I have learned so much about drugs. I do not know much about them because I never did drugs nor have I had an interest in them.
People are shocked that I have never done drugs. The only drugs I do are the ones that are already embedded in society. I drink tea, coffee, and the occasional alcoholic beverage. Sometimes, I will smoke cigars, but not that often.
I want to go get my hair cut because I am sick of long hair. Paul said that I look good with long hair. Who cares? It's irritating me.
It's been a busy few days. My paychecks seem to be under control for now. I have an interview tomorrow. I found a new insurance company for my car and finally signed all the paperwork.
Today, I am supposed to have someone come and look at a room. I have come to the conclusion that I will look for a room mate on my own. Paul stuck me in a sticky situation. He felt sympathetic about a girl. This girl was kicked out by her grandmother and was sleeping in the rain. I was thinking that it would be a bad idea because of the flakes that have lived here. Not to mention, Paul was the only one who looked at her background and met her.
I read this girl like a book. I knew already I didn't trust her, she reminded me of my step sister who is a pathological liar. The girl proceeded to tell me that her husband was in jail. Her mom was trying to commit suicide (according to Paul the mother was in the hospital for heart problems) and that she was forced into marriage. Apparently, she has a kid that her mom had adopted and then had taken away. Her stepfather and father are threatening her life. All of this in just ten minutes.
I told Paul that I think it was a bad idea and that she had to go. Paul was slowly coming to this conclusion. So far, she has been telling him stories as well. Guess what folks? It does not matter if you do a background check.