Music snobs. Calm down. It's just music. They're just entertainment choices, and there is so much more to people and life than that. It doesn't define who I am as a person any more than the movies I watch or the books I read.

I don't believe there are shortcuts to getting to know someone. You're just gonna have to spend time with them and talk to them. Shoving a questionnaire under their nose to find out whether they're good enough to be around you is just small-minded.

It's gotten to the point where my defensive walls go up as soon as someone asks me what kind of music I listen to. They might as well ask, "and what box may we put you in today?" Now, when someone asks me what kind of music I'm into, I just assume that they're bringing it up because they want to tell me about theirs (or they're looking for some way to pick on me, you know who you are, people).


It may be that they're just trying to find someone that likes the same things they do, and they're going about it the wrong way.

Also, please stop going through my Ipod, especially under the Artists list. There are only two artists I like, and everything else is strictly on a song by song basis. I don't go for bands or genres. If a song reminds me of someone or something pleasant, I'll like it. It's all about associations with me. Example: the wrestler Christopher Daniels uses Marilyn Manson as his entrance music. Am I fan of Marilyn Manson? Not particularly, but it's in my Ipod, because when I hear it, I think, "Daniels!" and smile. So, going through my list and smugly asking, "YOU like Marilyn Manson?" will only get you a look like this: O_o from me. Same goes with NWA, Jimi Hendrix or Barry Manilow.

When serious family business is going on, my first instinct is to not mention it at all. I think about it a lot, but I don't talk about it. That's probably the worst thing I could do, but I think I'll just make anyone I tell uncomfortable or just bring them down so I don't say anything. I wish I were better at asking for a shoulder to lean on.

A couple of weeks ago, Miguel's uncle passed away. He'd been sick for a long time and living with Miguel's parents for the last two years. Miguel wasn't very close to him, but he was of course, worried about his dad. Miguel was very involved in helping his parents while I kept a polite distance. That's just how I do things. I'm here, but I'm not gonna keep reminding you I'm here every five minutes either.

Things are just starting to get better.

I got an email this morning from my old boss. An ex-coworker of mine has passed away from a drug overdose. We were friends while we worked together at the library. She'd give me rides home when it rained and I'd bring her left overs of my cooking for lunch. Things fell apart after she got promoted and started treating me (and everyone else) differently. I had been working there for about a year when she got hired and I trained her. Then she decided she wanted to be an aide instead of a page. Aides check the books out to you, pages just put them back on the shelves when they get back. She got the job and that was it. "Misty, you aren't allowed to do that, only aides do that." "Well, you did it when you were a page, remember? I taught you how." I remember thinking, oh well, I want to work full time anyway, and deciding shortly after that to quit. I never made up with her or even really spoke to her at all after that.

She stayed at the library, and I'd hear about her once in a while through old friends, as I'm sure she heard about me. I didn't know she was into drugs. I can't wrap my mind around the fact that she's gone. She told me once that she wasn't really afraid of dying, and that she hadn't expected to make it to 30 anyway, and so she had no plans. That scared her more than anything. The thought of, now what? I can relate to that completely. She also said she just wanted to be remembered in a way that showed that people really knew her.

So...

Her name was Yvonne. She loved coffee flavored everything. She lost her mother at 28. Her favorite movie was Nightmare Before Christmas. Her best friend's name was Dina. She loved to read but hated to write. She was grumpy before 10:00am and not to be approached. She'd help you out of tough spots even if she didn't like you very much. She was an art snob and a fan of gory horror movies. She worked in the children's department of the library, and thought a kid should read anything and everything they wanted, because it led to a lifetime of loving to read and she had no patience for parents who pushed their kids too hard. She didn't want any kids of her own because she thought she could either work with kids or have them, but not both. She loved Johnny Cash and absolutely "refused" to think of him as a singer of country music. "I prefer to think that he's singing blues." It was a rare day to catch her without her ipod. She wanted to travel the world. She was 33.

This is my favorite time of year. The weather is awesome, overcast and rainy. Pumpkin pie is back in season. Horror movies are in, and it's the perfect time to curl up on the couch with a Jane Austen novel and a cup of tea. Life is good.

Leah sent me the pictures from Universal Studios, so I made my first slide show. Yay me.

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Five minutes into this movie, I was thinking, ok, this already the best movie ever.  It was amazing.  Even if you're not really a zombie fan, I think you'll enjoy it.  Plus, they showed the trailer for the new NOES movie.  It was like my birthday.  :D  Once we walked out of the theater, Miguel turned to say something to me, saw the extra-super-happy smile on my face and busted out laughing.  "Are you gonna start skipping?"  "Maybe."  

Then we went to eat and surprise, surprise, it's pumpkin pie season again.  Woo-hoo!  Seriously?  Is it my birthday?  :) Mmm..leftover pumpkin pie...

P.s.  There really should be such a thing as a zombieland theme park, or bootcamp where you go for the weekend and shoot zombies and see how long you'd survive.  If you get eaten, you can either become a zombie, or go home.  No refunds.  Thank you, come again. 

I am totally a squealy fangirl right now.  Look!  ^^^^   It's Freddy!  :D  There is no emoticon to express what I'm feeling right now except, *happy dance*.

I know people are hating on it or whatever.  I don't care.  I'm gonna go see it anyway.

I LOVE Robert Englund.  I have an autographed picture of him up in my closet.  I can't even count how many times I've seen all the Freddy movies.  He's awesome. 

So when I heard he wasn't going to play Freddy for this reboot, I thought, oh hell no.  But then I saw Watchmen and this guy.  Hmm...  Not bad.  Not bad at all.  Yes I know the make up is different and the voice is not as creepy as it could be.  Not to mention just seeing Michael Bay's name up there kinda harshes my squee.  But I'm still excited.  Nightmare on Elm Street on the big screen is a good thing to me.

There's a whole deep psychological explanation of my love of Freddy.  Maybe I'll go into it in another entry.  But for now...

*Skips away, smiling and singing*

One, two Freddy's coming for you
Three Four better lock your door
Fix Six grab your crucifix
Seven Eight gonna stay up late
Nine Ten never sleep again...

I'm so ANNOYED.

My friend wanted to know what happened exactly with the fight, so I told him.  Then after everything, he says, "He likes you."  What.  The.  Fuck.  Seriously?  That's your answer?  He likes me?  Or he "likes me, likes me"?  Like we're in junior high?  I said, "He was pissed off at me and said I annoyed him."  "He likes you." 

I said, "I don't read between the lines.  If someone tells me I'm pissing them off, I believe them."  "That's because you can't read between the lines in books."

Why?

WHY do they always go there? 

"You read books, you must know absolutely nothing about the real world.  I will teach you." 

AARGH!

I said, "I'm not trying to turn my situation with him into some kind of goddamn romantic comedy.  That's you.  And your illiterate ass is the one always coming to ME for advice."  GOD! 

He's the one trying to attribute motives to someone he barely knows, when this person made his feelings perfectly clear, and I'M the one who's hiding from reality?  Because I like to READ?

I want to punch something.

Anyway, what would he know about that?  He hasn't read a book in 15 years.  He's more detached from reality than I could ever be.  "I can't date that girl, she has kids.  I don't want to be their daddy."  What makes you think she'd even like you enough to introduce you to her kids, let alone want you to have any part in their lives?

What good has ever come of trying to read between the lines for things that AREN'T there?

"He treats me like shit, he must really care about me, only he's afraid of his feelings." He's just not that into you. Dump him.

"She's completely ignoring me and told me to leave her alone, she's playing hard to get."  Or she just really wants you to go away.  I know I would.

"All those girls hate me, they must be jealous and they want to be like me."  Or not.  There are plenty of girls I don't like.  Trust me when I tell you, it's NOT jealousy.

I remember once at a wrestling show, I was standing in the doorway to the venue, waiting for the entrances to be over so I could go in and sit down.  I felt someone standing real close to me.  They had their chest pushed up against my back.  I took a step forward.  There they were again.  I looked back and said very clearly, "Don't do that."  He smiled.  One of those arrogant smirks.  Ladies, you know the one.  Guess he was reading between the lines and thought I was flirting with him.  So I said, "No, I'm serious.  You need to take two giant steps BACK."  Then he calls me a bitch.  Well if you hadn't been trying to "read between the lines" you wouldn't have just gotten embarrassed in front of a bunch of people.

There was another guy that was always around me, trying to talk to me.  He was rude and pushy.  I told him, "I don't like the way you talk to me.  I don't like your jokes.  Leave me alone."  He thought I was being playful and flirtatious.  Seriously.  What did he do?  He walked up behind me when I was talking to friends and GRABBED my ass!  He didn't take what I said at face value.  So he got hit in the back with an empty SOBE bottle as he walked away laughing.

And yet, I'M the one hiding from reality because I read BOOKS.

Maybe he should read a book?

I'm going to read between the lines and assume he's intimidated by my intelligence.

Happy Things - Day 8

The new issue of ABC Soaps in Depth came in the mail today. 

The I Love Lucy episode "Ethel's Birthday" came on.  haha  "This is my emergency present."  Lucy reads the cards, "Happy Anniversary, Happy Birthday, Happy Mother's Day. Happy Valentine's Day.  Merry Christmas!  Oh, and here's a pip, I'm sorry dear, can't we please be friends again."  LOL  Oh Lucy, what would I do without you?

I liked being tagged.  Thank you 1calm_whirlwind.  ;)  It made me take more notice of the good things that make up my day.

I'm trying to get my mind off of this sadness.  I distract myself for a little while, but it hasn't completely gone away.  I think I'm done crying over it though.

Happy Things Day 5

Watched wrestling with Miguel.  Popcorn, lemonade and good wrestling?  Yay.  :)

Happy Things Day 4

This one is easy.  I talked to my ex-best friend last night/early this morning on aim.  We started at midnight and talked until 6am.  It was always this way for us.  We can talk for hours and not even realize it.  It goes from silly talk about where to get the best cookies to thoughts on relationships and where you draw the line and consider it cheating.  We even talked about exes, which is always fun.  hahah

Happy Things - Day 3

I was pretty lazy today, but that didn't exactly make me happy.  And reading people's opinions on the internet only seemed to piss me off. 

But, I did see Taker today.  <3 

Miguel didn't work today, so I woke up to a clean house and almost-done laundry (hence, the laziness). 

A friend told me he loved me (not like that cochinos, :P).  Once in a while, it's nice to hear someone appreciates you, just for being you.

Happy Day 2

I love back to school time.  Ten spiral notebooks for a dollar and a quarter for ten pens.  haha Amazing.  I think I spent less than five dollars and stocked up on paper pens and other school supplies for the year.  I'm such a nerd.  It reminds me of that episode of the The Simpsons where they're shopping for school supplies and Lisa says, "notebook paper!  Loose leaf!  *drooly voice* College ruled...."  And hugs the paper to her.  Believe me when I tell you, I AM Lisa.  haha

Another thing that made me happy is that Jade totally stalked me and discovered fandomsecrets.  hahahah  You're awesome.

Hey Jade, next time you stalk me, let's go shopping for school supplies, yes?  ;)

I was tagged by 1calm_whirlwind.  :-P


1. Post about something that made you happy today even if it's just a small thing.
2. Do this everyday for eight days without fail.
3. Tag eight of your friends to do the same.


I'm not tagging, but if you want to play along, feel free.  Jade, dear?  I'm looking at you.  *peer pressure*  ;)

Hmm...let's see..what made me happy today?  I watched the remake of Halloween.  Michael Myers, and heroines doing the one-legged-run-and-stumble, wheee!  I swear, I get such an adrenaline rush off those movies.  haha  Ok, so it's been kind of a slow day.

"...acquire the art of saying No in a convincing manner.  It is the most useful accomplishment in the world and your life will be a long misery unless you can bring it out swiftly and unanswerably without the slightest regard to the feelings or the importance of the petitioner, or whoever it is who asks or orders you to do something you don't want to do."   -GBS, in a letter to Molly Tompkins, December 22, 1922


I love this.  All those self-help books taking hundreds of pages to tell you what GBS could say so plainly, and acting like it's this brand new modern idea.  And I can tell you from personal experience, that nothing throws someone off more than a polite, but firm, "No," without a list of reasons, or room to negotiate.

A friend once told me that he could usually convince people to do what he wanted, but when I looked him in the eyes and said no, it was like a wall coming down and he just knew that was it.

I kind of take that as a compliment.

"Be yourself, people will like you."  Pfft.

F*ck yeah. 

Woody Harrelson makes one badass zombie killer.

I can't even tell you how happy this makes me.  haha  Can't wait! And the best part is, it comes out the weekend of our anniversary.  I know where we're going after dinner.

I still think zombies shouldn't run, but I'll let it go because this looks hilarious.  :D 

It's even in an amusement park!  My two great loves.  Rollercoasters + zombies...  I think I just died a little from the happy.

It's like I've forgotten how to write.  Maybe I'm out of practice.  I've been working on this fic for days and all I've got is one page.  One stinkin' page... and it's not even that good.  I can't seem to shut up the editor in my head.  You know, the one that says, "wait..before you keep typing, go back and fix that last paragraph."  Then while I'm doing that, I lose what I was going to write and I can't get it back. 

I think I'm better off writing with a pen and paper because it's harder to edit.  You just have to plow on.  The funny thing is, I finished writing this story on a yellow legal pad a few weeks ago.  I thought, I'll edit it while I type it out, but it seems to be turning into an entirely different story.  So which story to keep?  Hmmm...

When I first started writing this, it just all flowed.  Maybe I waited too long to work on it?

"Write while the heat is in you.  The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled." -Henry David Thoreau

It was a good day. Not the best birthday ever, but still fun. Take note people, Jenga is a game everyone can play and enjoy. :D I won..twice. It's nerve wracking fun for the whole family. My mom bumped into the table and we all screamed, "Aah!!"

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My birthday isn't until Sunday, but Miguel gave me one of my gifts early today. I guess I was being a brat or something and he wanted to cheer me up. :) He always gives the best presents.

Check it out...

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I couldn't believe he got it for me. I've wanted it for months, but didn't feel ok about spending the money on myself. I'm so lucky.

I sent the picture to my friend and he said, "nice..who got that for you?" Who else? :P

And I still have no idea what to get Miguel for his birthday, and I only have two weeks.

Yes, and I learned my lesson.  I won't be doing that again.

I've also had it done to me.  I dropped them from my life and didn't look back.

Every kiss, every hug, seems to act just like a drug,
You're getting to be a habit with me,
Let me stay in your arms, I'm addicted to your charms,
You're getting to be a habit with me

I can't stop! I don't even realize I'm singing it until I hear myself. It's one of my favorite songs. I think it's cute and very catchy (especially after the first 35 seconds in the video). I'm probably driving Miguel crazy. hahah