Yeah, so this is a story about a recent experience with that awkward moment in class when you're writing something and the professor asks you to explain something... Ha, ha. Don't know WHAT my professor's problem was that day, but anyway... Made a video because it's faster than typing it all. http://s76.photobucket.com/albums/j13/kikyophobia/?action=view¤t=Capture_20110605_12.mp4
My son is just adorable. He says "mama" now. It's is favorite noise. Says it all the time. He'll just sit there like, "mamamamamamamamama." Ha, ha! So here's a video I took of him today. He was enamored with the computer, so he didn't say it as much as he usually does, but oh well. Enjoy! http://s76.photobucket.com/albums/j13/kikyophobia/?action=view¤t=Capture_20110513.mp4
Strangely enough, this is actually one my favorite memories. It still makes me laugh to this day. I was so young! So four years ago there were three girls: Angela, Heather, and, of course, me. There was a fast-food place called Whataburger, and we were all hanging out, drinking chocolate milkshakes, eating french fries. All that business. Anyway, for some reason we all ended up in the women's restroom. I think it was because Angela went in and came out all excited because there was a TV in there or something. Anyway, so we're all gathered around the sinks and a girl walks in and goes in one of the stalls. Everything is quiet. I look at Heather (and she is a total prude), and realize that the opportunity is just TOO perfect. I yell out: "Oh, my God! Heather! Why are you looking under that girl's stall?! I know you thought she was cute, but give her some privacy!" Heather looks at me with one of the most horrified faces I've ever seen. At least...I thought so until I saw the look on the girl's face when she came out of the stall. She ran out of the bathroom. Didn't even wash her hands. (I did feel kinda bad, by the way.) Anyway, so we look at the TV mounted on the wall and these skydivers came on. I guess somehow Angela and I started to pretend we were skydiving. Heather was still in shock. I look at Angela and she's looking behind her like...OH ****! I turn around and the manager is right there. I'm still in skydive position. ****! She goes: "Please stop scaring the customers." We got out of there pretty fast! And next time we showed up, the manager kept looking at us. Ha, ha. I still, to this day, get on to Heather about being such a creeper. Lol.
Well, I'm in love with The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy. One of my favorite poems for many reasons. One of them being that I sang an arrangement of this by Timothy Takach a couple years back when I was in choir in high school. And the melody is so haunting and beautiful. So today I sang it, and though I'm very rusty, I thought I'd share it with all of you. Beautiful poem. Beautiful song. Enjoy! http://s76.photobucket.com/albums/j13/kikyophobia/?action=view¤t=MyMovie.mp4 And here is the poem:
Seriously. Look at him! http://s76.photobucket.com/albums/j13/kikyophobia/?action=view¤t=Capture_20110418_1.mp4
Until my best friend gets here! Ah, I'm soooo excited! I didn't get to see her last year because I was pregnant and she couldn't afford to travel. But now I'm trying to make a list of all the things we're going to do while she's here. But if nothing else, I'm going to get a BREAK. Taking off a few days from school and my son is going to be staying with his dad and grandparents for part of the time. I love my baby, but I'm in desperate need of some ME time. 1. Water Park (haven't decided yet) 2. Theme Park (probably Universal Studios/ IOA because we HAVE to go to Harry Potter world.) 3. BEACH 4. Shopping 5. Write a song together 6. Go to a CLUB. I need to dance. Ha, ha. 7. Get our hair nice and blonde. 8. Manicures 9. And I'm getting a tattoo. My baby's handprints on my back.
List of reasons why I'm awesome: 1. Today I feel down an escalator. Much faster than falling down stairs. Believe me. And a bit more embarrassing with the gangsta's behind me screaming: "HOLY ****!" (I wasn't hurt. I had half a mind to punch the gangsta's for running into me, but didn't.) 2. Wrote a poem today! But then I realized I should've been paying attention because we had a test on the lecture I'd been ignoring. Got an A anyway by pulling answers out of my ass. 3. My friend called me and told me a joke, and somehow I missed it until 30 minutes into the conversation. At which point I was like: "HA, HA, HA!" except she was talking about how her relationship was about to end. Oops. 4. I walked out to go to the store in my pajamas. Then got in my van, looked at my plaid, pink pants and was like... "**** it. I don't care." 5. I don't remember what number I'm on, so I hope this is right. I need sleep! 4 hours of sleep in over 48 hours. I wish my son would just learn that going to sleep is not the end of the world!
Me thinking back again. I could make a whole series of "One Time at..." if I wanted to. Ha, ha. Okay, so it's 4 AM. My friend Ray and I are at IHOP and decide that Walmart is the most happenin' place to be. First of all, Ray kicks ass. He's about 7 years older than myself, but made it to my "inner circle of friends" in like 3 days. He's just that awesome. Note: There MAY have been alcohol involved in this story. So we're at Walmart and we pass through an aisle of display toasters. I was like, "Oh, my God, we NEED to make toast!" Not a second later, Ray grabs the largest toaster he sees and we started heading toward the food section. Then we see some employees stacking boxes up ahead. Ray says, "Excuse me, good sir! I seem to have a problem! You see, last time I bought a toaster here, it sucked. Can I 'test toast' this one?" Employee: "Well.... Uh... There are plugs down in electronics..." Hell yes! We start heading that way. "Hold up," I say. "This is serious business. ...White or wheat?" Ray: "White. This is America, b*tch!" And yes, we made toast in the electronics section of Walmart. Left the toaster where we thought it belonged...by Rockband.
So one of my very, very, very, VERY best friends in the entire world is flying in from Oklahoma to visit me next month. Just reminiscing on all the good times we had last time we got together. We spent most of our time at Sonic. Yep. The little drive-in restaurant chain. What's so great about Sonic, you ask? What ISN'T great about Sonic? Greasy food, fun place to hang out...and rap when ordering food. So Angela (my friend) and I knew every person that worked there, and I was like, "Omg, you know what we should do? We should rap our order!" So I pressed the button and waited. Our friend Nate comes over the speaker. "Welcome to Sonic, what can I get for you today?" Cue the backbeat. I said: "S to the U to the P to the ER! I wanna super sonic cheeseburger! With a coke and some fries! Make that drink super-sized! With some ranch on the side 'cause I want some cheddar bites!" And this is the best part. Nate says: "Okay. Anything else?" I about died laughing. And later that same night, Angela made the mistake of leaving her car keys on the table while she went with her boyfriend to his truck to--I won't finish that sentence. So this other kid (Charran) and I were like... Oh... We have to hide her car. So we took it and drove it to the pharmacy across the street, then walked back. After she was "done," she looked around and was like: "Dude, where's my car?" (I lol'd.) I just acted casual, like, "Well, I don't know, Angela. Where are your keys (I hid them in my purse)? She said: "I put them on the ta--****!" She starts flipping out thinking that her car got stolen, and Charran and I just busted out laughing. Like, "B*tch, did you park it at CVS?" Then she realized what we did. And we ran. Ha, ha. So many more stories... Good times. She and I are going to Harry Potter world when she gets here. It's going to be awesome!
Okay. So I have three cats: Val (gray Persian), Talisen (a 20 pound black fluff ball), and Thumbellina (a 4 pound, brown and gray fluff ball). And the story I'm about to tell you occurred in the time frame of 10 minutes. I kid you not! Okay. So I'm just chillin' in my living room, and I hear one of the cats meowing like they're hurt. Val was next to me on the couch and Talisen was outside on the patio, which has a glass door that leads back into the apartment. So I was like, "Where the hell is Thumbellina?" It sounded like it was coming from the laundry room, so I walked in there, and then I realized she was behind the dryer! So I had the attempt to move the thing, climb on top of it, and pull her out. Then I put her down and pushed the dryer back. Then I decided I was going to take a bath, so I got the water going. Then I heard this loud BANG! I ran out into the living room and saw a black ball bombarding into the glass door. BANG! Then I realized Talisen was too much of a dumbass to understand that you can't walk through the glass. I opened the door--and I SWEAR--this cat is looking at me as if to say: "What? I'm black b$tch!" I let him in and walked back inside, then Val came out of the bathroom looking like some oversized rat. He was soaked! He had fallen into my bath water! At that moment, I hear Thumbellina meowing. She was stuck behind the dryer...AGAIN! Why did I end up with the dumbest cats on the planet? Probably so I could get a good laugh everyday.
I deleted everything from my blog, and I'm starting fresh! I'm no longer in that place where everything was difficult and guilt and grief were all I had. I'm happy now. Actually happy. The kind that makes you physically want to jump up and squeal. I don't want to look at or think about the past. I have the most wonderful baby boy that makes my world go 'round. I love my family. I love that I am so sure of myself and what I can accomplish. I love that I know exactly what I'm going to do with my life. (Going to be a dentist if anyone is curious. Nothing to do with my love for writing, but I'm a dental assistant now and I love, love, LOVE it!) I am in such a good place in my life. It's great, except that it seems I am a far better writer when I'm down. But I'll sacrifice that to be happy.