So I didn't get either of the internships that I applied for with Vans (the ones that would have been like a dream) even though I know I was perfect for it. It's a bit disappointing because it would have been a good experience, would have been with a brand that I've known and worn for forever, and it would have been paid. Ten weeks paid internship in California with a company that I know EVERYTHING about??? Yeah, kind of disappointed.
But I can't get everything I guess.
I just wish I knew why I was rejected from it. Oh well, I can't dwell on it, I just have to look to see what else I can do and what other opportunities come my way. And I'm still going to buy their shoes so there's that.
Guess what happened today? Our dog, Jackee, cut her ear and started to bleed EVERYWHERE. And when I say everywhere, I mean it. Our house looked like it was part of a crime scene before we managed to clean it all up. If you saw the pictures, you'd agree with me. The funniest part was how I ended up having to bandage her ear. Instead of using gauze, which we don't have, I put a piece of paper towel against the cut, then put a band-aid on it, wrapping the ends around her ear. Afterwards, I took another bandage and wrapped it vertically along the former bandage to hold a seal. If you look at her now, it's like she broke her ear rather than cut it.
It was frustrating at the time (everything that happens to her 'just so happens' to be when we're the only ones there to take care of her) although kind of funny. Especially seeing four people chase after a dog, trying to get her to sit still long enough to clean up the blood that she was spraying everywhere when she would shake her head. Yes, that means it ended up on us, too. The funniest thing was that I would chase her with a towel and when she moved to shake, I would quickly drape it over her head or jump in front of one of my sisters to keep from getting sprayed again.
Kudos to Mere for taking the lead on this one, especially with so many ideas that we had to try and help Jackee. Of course now she just trots around and sleeps all day like normal, but if you were watching us, as per usual, it would have been funny.
So taking away from our resume finalizing, homework, school work, potential day off tomorrow (cross fingers), and getting everything finished in general, my sisters and I are watching the Oscars. It's the first time I've actually sat still enough to watch it because I usually don't like to watch award shows since I always knows what's going to win and who is going to get what and it's boring.
This time Ellen is hosting and she's making it hilarious to watch as well as to something that we wish could happen if she was speaking at our graduation ceremony. (She's not, FYI, we nominated her as someone to have speak but Ellen Goldsmith-Vein is, which his just as cool. She's a Hollywood producer and a Hollins alumna). Anyway, this year's Oscars are really entertaining and I think that the right people are winning awards this time. And of course my sisters and I can't help but joke that we'll get there at some point.
Our names are announced, we got up on stage, take the Oscar and say: "Look, Mom! We got an Oscar! And it's better than the one you used to give us!" <---Anyone that knows the joke behind that will laugh as hard as we did along with
"GUYS! LOOK! WE GOT AN OSCAR!"
and what we said we would do: "I'd go charging up those stairs so fast it's not even funny" as well as "I'd make sure they don't give me a dress all the way to the floor because I need to see where my feet are when I'm going up to accept my award".
So we're saying it now, folks. One day we may be there. Will we be receiving an award? Who knows. But we're staying positive anyway.
I can always tell I'm back home when I eat more than I should, get a stomach ache, and gain about ten pounds just by eating dinner. Of course it's usually worked off by the amount of laughter my family does during dinner.
Catching up with Mom on the things that we missed, even if I told her over the phone, is always something I look forward to whenever we go home. Our driving is always adventureous because we have me (or Steph) driving, Mack navigating, and Mere with the one that's not driving in the back, talking, singing to whatever song we're listening to, and laughing. So having that good mood amplified when we get home makes it all worth it.
So for a recap of today we had
-Early morning wake up I seriously didn't need (I hated myself for not being able to fall back asleep
-Quick cleaning of the apartment (stupid snow salt getting everywhere)
-A quick wash of my hair
-Packing everything into the car
-Going on campus to get Mere
-Going back to the apartments to get something we forgot
-Going on campus to get Mere
-Going back to the apartments to get something we forgot
-3 hours of singing to songs until I couldn't sing anymore (seriously, I lost my voice and my voice cracked pretty badly on the last few ones)
-"Put it in Park!"
-"Just close the door!"
-Comically excited for pizza
-Catching up with Mom about everything
-Planned stuff for Spring Break
-Planned stuff for graduation
And that's only on the first day being home for a quick break.
We yell. A lot.
And I don't mean the 'oh my god, I hate you' sort of yelling. I mean a funny sort of yelling. We drive a mini van and what you need to know about that (and what I've suffered years from) is that in the very back of the car you can't hear a thing. I'm being serious, if I'm sitting in the back seat of the car and someone in the very front says something, I can't hear them. Even if there's no music playing. That always caused me to lean forward, tap Mere on the head, and then ask her to repeated whatever was said. Suffice to say, I missed a lot of what Mom was saying on the way to school in senior year of high school and I'm still not sure what was said.
Now that the four of us use the car, we keep the back seats folded into the floor (best used to optimize space) and we use the driver's seat, the passenger seat, and the two seats right behind those two. Now we can hear everything...and I mean everything. That's where the yelling comes in, especially because we have a rule that no one but the rest of us can back seat drive. That's helpful and unhelpful. It's good for merging. It's good to see if we're going to hit another car when parking. It's good to see out the back window is someone is walking behind our car. All of that is fine and good up until we're trying to pull out onto a busy street.
Somehow I always seem to get the brunt of this (don't get me started about how driving home from NC from Thanksgiving break) and I'm the one that gets easily irritated about it. I have Mack in the passenger seat and usually Steph in the backseat telling me when to go and we all have different perceptions of time and speed. When I see a car coming from my left and am gauging the distance and they say I have time to go, I don't think I have time to go because of how fast they're going, how slow the car starts up when I'm pulling out, the rainy conditions, and because I'm not sure how fast the other person's break time is. For the most part I'm usually pretty good when it comes to gauging distance as well as I think it's safe or not.
Needless to say we easily start yelling at each other over this and while in the moment, it's not funny, seconds after we get back on the road it's actually pretty funny. One way you can tell when we get worked up is because our voices get really high and some would say 'squeaky' and when that happens, our voices crack, which usually ends up making us crack up. While driving can be very stressful for some, its actually very entertaining for the four of us as we always find something to laugh at.
So today was the last class day of the week. I only have class three days (Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday) and I'm already a bit tired of the routine. It's not that I don't like my class, it's just that I dread getting up knowing I'm going to be lectured for three hours on end. But that was the first week, apparently we're supposed to watch more TV as the classes go on, so that could be a good thing.
Yesterday we watched two episodes of the Bernie Mac show. I actually don't like that show at all, but the two episodes were funny. The only thing that was annoying was the fact Netflix kept buffering. *Cue horror music here*. It was bad, even worse than last semester where a YouTube video, a THREE MINUTE YouTube video took over two hours to load. TWO HOURS! Do you know how crazy I went trying to watch stuff? Yeah, you'd think you could just use another site but ohhhhh no! Buffering for any video last semester sucked and that was my terrible flashback in class yesterday when Netflix buffer sucked. Thankfully our professor acknowledged how bad it was and sympathized.
But today was even better, we watched Everybody Loves Raymond. I don't particularly like that show either, but it's interesting to see how it's a sitcom that only has one story play throughout the episode. It was the episode "No Fat" where Raymond's mother decides to go on a diet and make a healthy Thanksgiving. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time apart from watching that episode. I probably would have done the same thing Ray had done, their funny faces when they ate the tofu turkey was hysterical. I even practiced some of my own funny faces if I ate anything that bad...and got some weird looks from it as well. Otherwise, we assigned ourselves the TV shows we're going to write a episode/script for and I'm excited.
Even if I don't become a sitcom writer later in life, the ability to get experience with it is something that I'm looking forward to. It's also the reason I took the screenwriting class last semester, so I could learn how to do a movie script. It's great experience of being a writer in general and being able to get a start in all different aspects of writing in general.
Especially when it comes to writing out jokes. I mean, my sisters and I are pretty funny, but I don't want to try and force jokes or not have the characters sound like them. It shouldn't be that difficult, we're always laughing about something, even if we put each other down. Jokingly, of course. Today for example, I was--jokingly--saying that I wanted recognition for something with Mack and Mere and this is how the conversation went:
Me: I just want some recognition :P *preens like a peacock*
Mere: you're such a idiot
Mere: Mack, how could you put up sharing a room with her until high school?
Mack: i ignored her most of the time
Me: :D <---that was a laughing emoticon, btw
So my day was pretty chilled and I'm basking in the fact that I have the day off tomorrow. So that means I have all day to write if I want to or to just laze around and relax. Which, of course, is the beauty of only having class three days a week. *Throws hands into the air and does a victory dance*.
I'm excited for the weekend, I'm excited for the class, and I'm really excited for what the rest of the school year has to offer. I know the year is going to fly by and we're going to graduate soon, and I just want to have a blast for my last semester.
I had a great day, today. I hope you all did too.
Obligatory comment about how cold it was today....I wanted to cry every time I had to go outside because no matter how much I bundled, I was still cold. I'm now even more envious of my brothers being where it's warm. Otherwise, it was a good day.
It had a scary start thought. I, for the first time in my life, experienced sleep paralysis. When this happens, you're in a state of being asleep and waking up and in that state, you can hallucinate. For me, I felt someone push down on my bed, lay down next to me, heard them breathe, felt them lay over my face, and then I was finally able to wake up. I felt the whole thing, like someone was really there and while I was aware I was awake, I couldn't wake up. Scared me so bad I immediately jumped up and left the room to start the day. If I told you this in person, it would scare you even more.
The middle of the day was uneventful, I got the shoes I ordered (yahoo) had a very...miniscule lunch with little to no options other than pizza, and then went to class. My only class for this month, which I'm really excited about is Writing The American Sitcom. It is what it sounds like, we learn how to write TV sitcoms, which is really exciting because I already know how to write books and movie scripts, but not sitcoms. And our final product will be writing an episode of a current running sitcom, like, writing our own script for what we think a good episode to fit in the show will be. So, to get an idea of how sitcoms work we started out by watching a episode of 30 Rock (which I didn't think was funny at all) and a episode of I Love Lucy (which I love!). The best part was that it was the "Vitameatavegamin" episode and that's my favorite one, it always makes me laugh whenever I see it.
So Mack and I are really excited for the class and we think it'll be good practice for us if we ever want to become screenwriters. Plus, it'll be good for the four of us to know if we want to have experience working in different parts of the writing industry. We've already thought of the class teaching us how to turn our book into a sitcom, for practice and it'll be interesting to see.
Tomorrow is goign to be VERY cold and I'm glad I don't have class tomorrow or else I would rebel. Personally, I don't understand why they still have classes (when there's a potential for power to go out and for the pipes to freeze) but that's just me. I'll do anything for a day off even if I already have it. ;)
We get lost.
And it's not in the way where you have absolutely no idea where you are. It's the whole, woops, I missed the exit vs. how can you miss that? sort of thing. We were taking our car to be inspected, me and Steph in one car and Mack and Mere in another. All four of us in one car together is already funny, but two and two can be funnier.
So we were going to where we would get the car inspected and I was in the passenger seat, navigating. Apparently I suck at it because I completely didn't see where we were supposed to go, getting it mixed up with a different store, so we had to turn around and go back...and I directed her into the wrong end of the parking lot. Had to back up/turn and then go into the lot again, this time with my face firmly planted against the window to be sure I knew where we were going.
And then, Mack and Mere were in the other car, using a GPS, and still missed the turn at least two times. When we finally met up and got out of the car, we were already laughing and explaining how we went the wrong way. Apparently, Mere, who was in the passenger seat of their car, was telling Mack where to go but she wouldn't listen. Mack says she's a good navigator, but if you ask me, not so much. (Which is another funny story and while she is good, I like to fake-complain to her about it).
One trip to get a car inspected = many laughs with us, and thinking about it again makes me laugh even more.
As per usual.
So I figured that for 2014 I would document every day in a blog. So here's January 2nd...
First thing's first, I bought a wholllllleeeeee bunch of stuff off of Adidas.com. My broter got me and my sisters and other brother a 50 dollar giftcard for it and I went nuts. I like to get things on sale as it is so I was able to get a cool jacket AND a new pair of shoes AND get if all 20% off. So even though I didn't actually spend anything (thank god for giftcards) I still saved a lot. Frugal shopper here! I even managed to get Mere's christmas gift, which was a watch that is usually over $100 for only about $30!
I figured that'd be the highlight of my day, but no. The highlight was having to chase my dogs around the neighborhood, trying to catch them. Ok, so someone had already found them and took them into their house to call our number for us to come get them. But it was kind of funny picturing the four of us running four different ways around the neighborhood to find them. Trust me, you would have found it funny too: four different colors sprinting off around our neighborhood. Hysterical.
Anyone that knows me knows I'm a writer. So they know that I'm on my computer or am handwriting in a notebook or on a stack of college rule paper for extended periods of time. After doing NaNoWriMo in November (at least 50,000 words a month) I actually found it too easy. And that was reinforced by the fact that I've written well over 10,000 words today. I'm not bragging, because bragging isn't my style, but I think it says something that in a couple of hours I can write that much and not get tired or bored with whatever I'm working with. Heck, my sisters and I have been able to do that for years as we publish some of our works online (but we'll get to that at some other time). Speaking of, met some really good friends on the site that we publish too, so that's cool.
Last thing...we signed up for snow tubing and ice skating in J-Term. As soon as Steph told us about snow tubing, I practically screamed at her to send the link so we can sign up. Hello! Snow tubing, in january, up in Lynchburg. It's gonna be sweet. And while I'm not so great at ice skating, I love that too. My sisters and I were talking to a friend about our Valentine's Day date (yes, he took a set of quadruplets out on a "hot date". Valentine's Day 2009, shout out to Dylan) ice skating so it's kind of ironic that we're going again now. That should be fun too, I haven't gone in a while but I've always enjoyed it.
Oh and, surprise surprise, it's snowing here. It doesn't EVER snow in Roanoke enough to matter, but it's snowing here. What a big slap in the face that is. *rolls eyes*. Seriously, though, it brings for laughs, because when I was going to go get the trash and recycling bins from outside, I told my Mom that I would go get it. This is the rest that happened.
Mom: You need something on your feet.
Me: I know that. I was going to go get some shoes. I'm not that stupid. *pauses for a second*. Sometimes my actions may be questionable, but I'm not that stupid.
Cue laughter from my sisters here.
And this brings up the question: "why don't you have your own TV show?"
Frankly, I don't know. I think we'd be great. Comedy gold here. Hahaha.
Customer service really drives me up the wall sometimes. Long story short, our book would have been up for paperback on amazon on the 14th if it wasn't for a bug on the CreateSpace site/a problem on their end, saying our cover wasn't working. This was, the first time we had uploaded it (then needed to change something in the interior file) the site said it was fine.
Cue almost a week later and me so angry and frustrated having to call customer service seven times as they kept rejecting our cover and saying it was our fault. Long story short, I had them on the line for over a half hour the last time, telling them that the problem was theirs, not ours. Went in circles about five times with one guy, talked to their supervisor for ten, and had the cover approved in the next hour.
And after that I treated myself to a giant bowl of ice cream. So my moral of the story is, don't get between me, my writing, publishing, and knowing when I'm right about something because (puts on sunglasses) you're going to be proven wrong, no matter how long it takes.
So I haven't blogged anything in a while (I'm sure you'd all like to know how my sisters' and my 21st birthday was, but I'll leave that for another post) and tried to figure out what to write about that would be interesting. There's only so many ways that I can say 'college is going well' 'my classes are fine' 'time is flying by' and 'I am currently looking for employment opportunities right now' before wanting to bash my head against a wall. I understand that it's important, but it seems like that is all anyone wants to talk to me about when, frankly, it's the least of my worries.
My worries mostly lies in my writing. If you watch me for 24 hours straight, you'll find me on my computer for almost 24 of those hours (I'll admit that if I didn't need to sleep, I'd still be on my computer). Don't get me wrong, I get a lot of exercise, because I like being active and being healthy; just ask my sisters, I can be annoying about it sometimes. You wouldn't believe how many times my family would make fun of my sisters and I for sitting in the same spots all day long, from when they left the house, to when they got back. It can be a bit excessive, but I have a good reason for it. You may find that to be lazy and that I'm not being social at all, but what most people perceive that I'm doing is just surfing websites, watching movies, and rotting my brain.
However, more often than not, as is proven by my flying fingers and the sounds of constant keyboard clacking, I'm writing. I'm doing homework, writing chapters, writing stories, writing novels, poems, song lyrics, letters, venting out my frustrations of the day, doing stream of conscience, writing down what I will will happen (law of attraction, it works, people) anything so long as I am writing something. My writing process is strange and doesn't fall in a simple order, or even a order at all, although I can tell you that the best thing for me is inspiration. I can get inspiration in the middle of class, from a dream, doing homework, or just from a random thought. There are many times where I tell myself 'you've been writing since the fifth grade, what people see online, what your parents see, and what you right for yourself, take a break'. I try to take a break, but then I'm bored. I feel like I have nothing to do and I itch to get back to writing again.
It's sort of an addiction to me, being able to make up stories or new worlds, ones that already exist, or expanding on a conversation I've had before. It's cathartic and and I can deal with a lot of my emotions that way. (Hence why I have a shoe boxes of stories in my room that I don't let my parents see. It's filled with the ramblings of emotions and thoughts that I don't even remember having).
And of course there are other times where I am on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, watching movies, or videos that just rot my brain. But we all need a break sometime, right?
Loves anything red. Rock music, playing the guitar, drawing, writing, tattoos, and sports are some of my interests and hobbies. I like to laugh, I like to think I'm funny. I talk a lot...just a warning.