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Shit Nobody's Got Time For
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Another birthday is on the horizon. And the older I get, the less time I've got for stupid shit. Here's a few things I've got no time for:
* Shitty books. If it doesn't grab my attention by page 100, it gets the heave ho.
* Shitty people. I had to cut my cousin out of my life. She made some shitty remarks following my dad's death about how I should grieve and that I didn't earn the money he left me and thus, didn't deserve it. She said a few other nasty things, so bye, Felicia!
* Online dating pen pals. If you're on OkCupid and you have no intention of meeting up with the people you're chatting with (or if you're being a catfish) and instead relegate them to pen pal status, then be gone. Nobody's got time for that either.
* People who vote against their best interests, all because they're afraid of certain ethnicities, religions, and races. Lump racists in with this bullet.
* Pink Floyd songs. Sorry, folks.
* Shitty books. If it doesn't grab my attention by page 100, it gets the heave ho.
* Shitty people. I had to cut my cousin out of my life. She made some shitty remarks following my dad's death about how I should grieve and that I didn't earn the money he left me and thus, didn't deserve it. She said a few other nasty things, so bye, Felicia!
* Online dating pen pals. If you're on OkCupid and you have no intention of meeting up with the people you're chatting with (or if you're being a catfish) and instead relegate them to pen pal status, then be gone. Nobody's got time for that either.
* People who vote against their best interests, all because they're afraid of certain ethnicities, religions, and races. Lump racists in with this bullet.
* Pink Floyd songs. Sorry, folks.
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I'm leaving for America in two days...
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And it's never seemed more golden and wonderful.
You see, 26 hours ago, I'd just seen a fireworks show and was drinking with a friend, talking about all the things I'll miss about Spain.
Then today...my purse was snatched. My wallet, keys, phone...gone.
I still have my passport, thank God, so I'll be able to board the plane on Thursday to go back to America. But I basically had to spend the afternoon shutting down my phone, my cards, freezing my bank accounts, and having my brother wire me money via western union. It's a complete shit-show, but on the bright side, they didn't nick my computer or passport - both of which are hella important - and neither my friend nor I were physically harmed. But it still feels so violating and scummy and I can't remember feeling this helpless and vulnerable since my dad died seven years ago. On the bright side, I have insurance on my phone, so I'll be getting a new one on Friday. I'll also be changing all my bank accounts and getting ready to move into a sweet apartment. So good things are on the horizon. This is just a shitty end to my year abroad.
Yeah...I'll be humming America the Beautiful when the plane lands in Chicago on Thursday afternoon.
You see, 26 hours ago, I'd just seen a fireworks show and was drinking with a friend, talking about all the things I'll miss about Spain.
Then today...my purse was snatched. My wallet, keys, phone...gone.
I still have my passport, thank God, so I'll be able to board the plane on Thursday to go back to America. But I basically had to spend the afternoon shutting down my phone, my cards, freezing my bank accounts, and having my brother wire me money via western union. It's a complete shit-show, but on the bright side, they didn't nick my computer or passport - both of which are hella important - and neither my friend nor I were physically harmed. But it still feels so violating and scummy and I can't remember feeling this helpless and vulnerable since my dad died seven years ago. On the bright side, I have insurance on my phone, so I'll be getting a new one on Friday. I'll also be changing all my bank accounts and getting ready to move into a sweet apartment. So good things are on the horizon. This is just a shitty end to my year abroad.
Yeah...I'll be humming America the Beautiful when the plane lands in Chicago on Thursday afternoon.
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Eating hater tots and drinking haterade.
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You know why?
Because I fuckin' hate those butt-ugly, butt-plug-looking, stupid fucking minions!
And they're every-fucking-where, even here in Europe where I'd hope to escape those godawful things. They're not funny and their fanboys are even more obnoxious than the skunk grass that grew around my old neighborhood in Milwaukee. Maybe it's the moms on Facebook who ruined it for me with their stupid mom quotes accompanying pictures of the ugly little beasts. Or it's the people who make the minions all emo and shit and then post them on Facebook. Or maybe it's the fact that when I went home last month, I couldn't escape them, not even in my brother's home (thank God he's not a minion fan, but they showed up on his TV during a Married with Children rerun just the same).
I'm just glad I've got a cool mom and she doesn't post shitty minion quotes (or coffee or wine humor, for that matter) on her Facebook wall.
(I wish there was an Amy Poehler/Mrs. George cool mom plz account so I could use it following this sentence. Damn it, DA).
One thing gives me comfort. If the hoopla surrounding Twilight died down, then eventually those godawful minions will also fade into a distant past. Like 98 Degrees or the A-Teens. Anybody remember them? Yeah...me neither...
Because I fuckin' hate those butt-ugly, butt-plug-looking, stupid fucking minions!
And they're every-fucking-where, even here in Europe where I'd hope to escape those godawful things. They're not funny and their fanboys are even more obnoxious than the skunk grass that grew around my old neighborhood in Milwaukee. Maybe it's the moms on Facebook who ruined it for me with their stupid mom quotes accompanying pictures of the ugly little beasts. Or it's the people who make the minions all emo and shit and then post them on Facebook. Or maybe it's the fact that when I went home last month, I couldn't escape them, not even in my brother's home (thank God he's not a minion fan, but they showed up on his TV during a Married with Children rerun just the same).
I'm just glad I've got a cool mom and she doesn't post shitty minion quotes (or coffee or wine humor, for that matter) on her Facebook wall.
(I wish there was an Amy Poehler/Mrs. George cool mom plz account so I could use it following this sentence. Damn it, DA).
One thing gives me comfort. If the hoopla surrounding Twilight died down, then eventually those godawful minions will also fade into a distant past. Like 98 Degrees or the A-Teens. Anybody remember them? Yeah...me neither...
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Of Books and Men
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I try not to talk too much about my current works-in-progress, but one big project I've embarked on is a six-part miniseries taking place in 1880's California. There are supernatural and steampunk elements, which can definitely make it more fucked up than Bonanza and Gunsmoke, but I digress. My big happy moment is that I'm almost done with the first draft of the first book of the series! Huzzah! True, I'm not even 50% done with the series, but I put a dent in it, one that nearly cost me my sanity over these past couple of months, but it's nearly done nonetheless!
We won't talk about the edits. Those are going to be a bitch, especially after I unleash this beast upon my poor readers. I also already know there are plot holes and things that aren't going to make a lick of sense (especially having acquired better ideas along the way and not going back to weave them in just yet), but fuck! I'm done with Book 1!
I might be a wee bit sad when I close the curtains on this "episode," especially given everything that had happened since writing the first sentence back in October (yes, I've been working on this for more than six months - shut up). In that time, I've moved to Spain. I went through a rigorous TEFL program, during which I wrote merely a few paragraphs in a span of a month. I also underwent the equally grueling process of finding a job that wasn't all the way out in the 'burbs. Never mind the fact that I also needed to move to a new apartment during that time, have traveled, and had to deal with all manner of drama.
Ugh.
Now I have a job. I just picked up four extra hours per week. I also have a place to live. I've traveled to Italy and France (oh Paris! How I love thee!), the latter of where I had an interesting...ahem...experience with a frenchman who wouldn't take 'no' for an answer and even told me he was going to come find me at my hotel (which is story material - huzzah!). I also had to deal with more nonsense from men right here on home turf, from the Californian who turned out to be a douche-waffle to "AC Slater" who is giving me too many mixed signals and too much false hope. (Personally, I prefer either being solidly single or solidly in a relationship - this in-between does-he-like-me-when-is-he-going-to-call-what-if-i-blew-it-by-texting-him-what-i-thought-was-an-inside-joke-is-he-seeing-someone-else-or-someone-prettier-why-do-i-keep-getting-my-hopes-up bullshit sucks, y'all.) I'm still hella homesick. I miss so many American foods and American conveniences (like Walgreens, for example, where I can buy Frozen stickers or Essie nail polish when I pick up my birth control or wait for photos to develop). I also miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my mom's cats' stupid faces. It's getting better. A lot better. But it's still a struggle.
All the while, this book has been with me. I know I'm going to cry like a bitch when I pen the last sentence, especially if one of the closing scenes ends the way I think it's going to (it's outlined, but sometimes surprises crop up along the way).
And I think it's time I close the curtains on this journal entry. Man, I'm feeling emotional tonight. Writing and men and shark week and homesickness will do that to ya.
We won't talk about the edits. Those are going to be a bitch, especially after I unleash this beast upon my poor readers. I also already know there are plot holes and things that aren't going to make a lick of sense (especially having acquired better ideas along the way and not going back to weave them in just yet), but fuck! I'm done with Book 1!
I might be a wee bit sad when I close the curtains on this "episode," especially given everything that had happened since writing the first sentence back in October (yes, I've been working on this for more than six months - shut up). In that time, I've moved to Spain. I went through a rigorous TEFL program, during which I wrote merely a few paragraphs in a span of a month. I also underwent the equally grueling process of finding a job that wasn't all the way out in the 'burbs. Never mind the fact that I also needed to move to a new apartment during that time, have traveled, and had to deal with all manner of drama.
Ugh.
Now I have a job. I just picked up four extra hours per week. I also have a place to live. I've traveled to Italy and France (oh Paris! How I love thee!), the latter of where I had an interesting...ahem...experience with a frenchman who wouldn't take 'no' for an answer and even told me he was going to come find me at my hotel (which is story material - huzzah!). I also had to deal with more nonsense from men right here on home turf, from the Californian who turned out to be a douche-waffle to "AC Slater" who is giving me too many mixed signals and too much false hope. (Personally, I prefer either being solidly single or solidly in a relationship - this in-between does-he-like-me-when-is-he-going-to-call-what-if-i-blew-it-by-texting-him-what-i-thought-was-an-inside-joke-is-he-seeing-someone-else-or-someone-prettier-why-do-i-keep-getting-my-hopes-up bullshit sucks, y'all.) I'm still hella homesick. I miss so many American foods and American conveniences (like Walgreens, for example, where I can buy Frozen stickers or Essie nail polish when I pick up my birth control or wait for photos to develop). I also miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my mom's cats' stupid faces. It's getting better. A lot better. But it's still a struggle.
All the while, this book has been with me. I know I'm going to cry like a bitch when I pen the last sentence, especially if one of the closing scenes ends the way I think it's going to (it's outlined, but sometimes surprises crop up along the way).
And I think it's time I close the curtains on this journal entry. Man, I'm feeling emotional tonight. Writing and men and shark week and homesickness will do that to ya.
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Names and Other Matters
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My ClayCowboys name got stale, having had it on DA for nigh onto three years, so I updated it.
I've also still got my job, because, you know, I'm awesome.
That is all.
I've also still got my job, because, you know, I'm awesome.
That is all.
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