New books

Yesterday I bought 2 new books (technically 3, but 2 of them are in the same book). "The Picture of Dorian Gray" & the "Alice in Wonderland" books. I find the fantasy behind Lewis Carroll's books to be intriguing so I wanted to give them a try. I've almost finished "Through The Looking Glass" (I knocked out the 1st book in no time) & so far, I have to say that they are pretty good, in my expert opinion. A little childish (duh. They were written for chil'rens), but good nonetheless.

I cannot wait to start "The Picture of Dorian Gray." I've heard so many good things about it, & the fact that Oscar Wilde was a hot mess makes the anticipation almost unbearable. I'm sure I'll start it later today if I don't fall asleep 1st.

Oh yes, I puppy-sat last night for Kelley, the girl who gave me the sleeping drugs last semester that I had the allergic reaction to. I miss dogs.

And tonight I start the group that I'm co-leading for class. And I thought Oscar Wilde was a hot mess...

Return to hell

The other night (Tuesday, to be exact) I had to go back to the Applebee's I worked at down here. Why, you ask (or not, because it's not really that interesting)? Because I hadn't received my W-2 form yet. I kept waiting, hoping it would come. I kept having my parents check their houses to see because I couldn't remember which address I had given for my mail to be sent (I rotate between home where my mom lives & where my dad lives while he's at work, but regardless it will get the job done). Neither of them had it.

Great.

That meant I'd have to go back to that place where I wasn't exactly revered, or even liked that much (if you need a refresher or a crash-course in my trials at that place, they're all chronicled in my posts from September of last year). I didn't leave on the best terms, either, having given a fill-in manager a letter of resignation & a hug for being nice.

I get out there & ask the bartender with dreads (I love her hair) to see the manager for my W-2. I'm hoping it's one of the nicer managers. Of course it isn't. It's the short one who glares all the time. I'm surprisingly not upset & shake his hand & his reception to me could have used some work (eh, whatever). He gives me the number of the place I need to call to get a re-print W-2 & I thank him. Trying to make small-talk, I asked how he was doing & he was like, "Good" & just kind of walked off. On my way out I started talking to the bartender, until Napoleon Complex comes up & stands around, acting like he's trying to intimidate me into leaving. I just rolled my eyes called it a night.

At least I handled myself well.

Edit: It turns out that my parents did get my W-2 & didn't realize it because I've worked at 3 Applebee's in the past year. So I'm viewing my little trip out to Wellington, FL as a source of closure.

Space Cases

No one else probably remembers this show (including my parents who actually used to watch it with me), but it's called "Space Cases." And I loved it. Hey look! There's the cast now!

I used to have a huge crush on the pink girl, Rosie. She was from Mercury! Because that's realistic.

But no, I used to love this show & I'm not sure why. I always knew it wasn't very good quality (I mean, it came on Nickelodeon, though it was before it completely went down the shitter), but I watched it every week & even played it out in my grandma's backyard. It's pretty much a representation of the innocence that has died within me with age.

But anyway, the point of this post is basically just to point out that I found a Channel on Youtube that has every episode & I'm going to veg out & watch ALL OF THEM. This is what productive adults (patooey!) do when they have no pressing school work or a demanding (or any) social life.

Also, the original Black Power Ranger, Walter Emmanuel Jones, was on the show & that was so cool. Especially because I never thought I'd see him work again after he got fired from "Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers" & because every normal 10 year old thinks about stuff like that (I was 8 when he left "Power Rangers" but 10 when he was on "Space Cases." I really wish I had a more exciting childhood).

ETA: I don't find the show humorous. I don't even think I ever really did. But I still loves it.

Internet

I seriously feel like I'm running out of internet to go to. I have my normal rotation of sites I go to every day, & I go multiple times hoping for updates. But oy, this is getting rough.

Plus, I can only stay on Facebook so long.

This picture

This picture never ceases to crack me up.

I'ma freak!

Funny farm

I went out last night with some girls from class who wanted to go bowling. We ended up at this incredibly sketchy establishment that left me feeling as if I had contracted numerous venereal diseases whilst not allowing me to partake in the fun act of intercourse. Or so I've heard it's fun...

But I digress. I didn't bowl because my wrist has been hurting for over a week now because I get these random flare-ups of tendinitis that require me to wear a wrist splint. So I'm walking back from the snack area when I see an older gentleman, a little rough around the edges, walking in my direction. He was dirty in appearance, & had that crazy eye that some people have. As I walked by him, I heard him say to no one, "Funny farm." I am not sure if this was directed towards me in some way or if maybe he was talking about where he lives. Maybe this was meant to be a quest for me! Maybe this is my "Rose Bud," like in "Citizen Kane." I hope it isn't, because I don't care enough to figure it out.

Anyway, the night had some drama (none that involved me) where the girls I was with had some boyfriend issues & I just sat there trying to enjoy the 3rd time I've hung out with anyone since returning to West Palm Beach at the beginning of January. We ended up at Applebee's (...) & I proceeded to drink.

What does tonight hold for me? Probably not much of nothing. Maaaaaaaybe I'll write more later.

Adventure

I remember it was around this time last year I watched the movie "Into The Wild" for the first time. I thought it was incredibly pretentious & couldn't sleep later on in the night because of the creepy-ass picture they show of the real guy who died. But one thing I got from the movie was that I needed adventure.

My life has been relatively uneventful. College was always in my plan since I can remember. My parents always wanted the best for me, so they always pushed me to be better than everyone in everything I did. For the most part, I was. But my life was so boring (unless I did something stupid, like locking myself in a basement with a bisexual Wiccan or almost getting my ass abducted by a truck driver). I didn't have friends I hung out with while I was a teenager. One time I went about 2 months without leaving the house except to go to my grandma's (I was home schooled at the time). So no adventure then.

When I went to college, I was overwhelmed to say the least. I might have been in a small town, but I had choices! People may or may not have wanted to have me around. And I wanted to be around (almost) everybody. I had adventure (it's always an adventure when alcohol is concerned & when you realize you're kind of a slut that doesn't put out), but I was still stuck in a routine.

Then I saw this movie. Mainly because I love Kristen Stewart & her inconsistent acting. I was stressing out because I was graduating in a few months & had no idea what came next. I knew graduate school was eventually going to occur, but what else? I came up with the idea to road trip. I made a mental list of everywhere I wanted to go (New Orleans, L.A., NYC, the plains of the mid-west). Too bad I couldn't find anyone to go with me & I got into a graduate school.

But here I am. I'll be 24 in exactly 6 months today. I just watched part of the movie again. The drive to do something has returned. Where is my adventure? Should I road trip? I looked at my bank account tonight & after the urge to cry had left, I began to chew on my options. Now would be a good time to just pack up & go somewhere. Obviously I would handle it different than Chris did in the movie (I'd let my parents know where I'd be, I'd be more hygienic, & I wouldn't die. At least not because I ate some damn poisonous berry). But is that the adventure I've been lacking?

Damn. It's too late for me to be thinking about this mess. I just don't want to be older & realize I'd wasted my youth, because I already feel like I've wasted it enough as it is.