My Cat

My previous blog was about babies, so this one shall be about my baby. Do not be mistaken! I have not and will not be giving birth to a child! I am only speaking of my kitty. He is a large solid white cat. He has long soft white fur, and a big head with huge green eyes. I am not sure of his breed, but simply describing him does him absolutely no justice.

See what I mean? But this isn't the best, you cannot see his tail. It looks like a quill. Skinny near his body and big and fluffy at the end. I haven't got a good picture, and he is no where to be found now, so this will do.

I can honestly say, he is one of the coolest cats I know. His personality is fantastic. He's quirky. Sometimes he is crazy, running up and down the hall; jumping from each piece of furniture in the living room. Other times, he is relaxed and loving. He is very sweet, when he wants to be. He doesn't like new people. It takes some time for him to get used to you, which is weird. The female cats I've had were always very loving toward anyone. But once he warms up to you, he shows himself.

This Christmas shall be interesting. He is coming with us to my mom and dad's. He's never left this apartment. He's never met another animal (except for Nina, our Super Pet, RIP). I am excited to see his reaction to the world. Ah! It'll be great!

Anyway, wish Loki well on his big, new adventure! Let's hope we don't lose him in the snow. Haha

Babies

I have a paper due on the fifteenth. As a pose to writing it as I had planned this evening, I am sitting on my couch, Facebook stalking my friends (and family for that matter). Now, I'm not really a creepy person, but I miss people and generally get curious as to what is going on in their lives. Since everyone (and their brother) seems to have a Facebook account these days and broadcasts everything about themselves on it, why not have a little peek? If they didn't want me to read and/or look at their stuff, then they shouldn't have posted it online.

Anyway, in stalking past classmates, I have determined that instead of piercing your belly button as we did in high school, ladies my age are into having babies. Yes, babies are cute and cuddly and fun to play with, until they start crying, pooping, and slobbering everywhere. And once you birth your own, the luxury of calling momma over to take the messy little bundle of joy away, completely disappears. You've gotta deal with that little person for the rest of your life. Apparently every one of my female peers seems to think caring for and taking responsibility for someone else's life is just like playing house.

Having a baby, is not like playing house. They eat a lot (which takes money). They poop a lot, which takes diapers (which takes money). They do sleep a lot, but not for long periods of time. They grow fast, needing new clothes constantly (which takes money). They develop into little people and start wanting toys (which takes money). Do you kind of see where I am headed with this? Babies are expensive, and being a child of a couple of great parents, I know, parents never completely stop helping their children out financially.

The money thing, I can handle. It's the emotional drain that I'm terrified of. I can hardly keep my thoughts straight, how in the world am I supposed to help a kid figure out his/her thoughts? I don't even know where to begin to aid in my child's mental development. I'm scared I'll do something completely wrong and royally screw up my kid for the rest of it's life. Just that deep, incredible responsibility is just absolutely too much for me to even wrap my mind around; I can't even really put it in to words.

If I'm not ready, how can my peers be ready?

Some time in the future, yes, I do plan on having a couple of kids. But not for a very long time and not after thorough consideration. I know that children light up the lives of their parents and one can never know unconditional love until they know the love of their child. Honestly, I can't wait for that. However, my rational, practical mind is telling me otherwise. So, I will achieve all that I can in reaching that next chapter of my life. Hopefully by the time I get there, I'll be ready.

Neighbors

I know, I know, I just posted a few hours ago.

But you don't understand what I have to listen to every night. [insert loud stomping above your head here]

I wrote a note. A nice one. "Could you please stop stomping? I really can hear every move you make, and don't particularly care every time you walk across your apartment. If we can't resolve this ourselves, we will take other measures." Nice, right?

Well, today, we received the exact note I wrote on our door. Uh, okay?

Tonight, after work, about fifteen minutes ago to be exact, we start hearing deliberate stomping on the ceiling. Loud, hard stomping. So loud, it shook the pictures on our walls; I was sitting in the floor and I could feel the vibrations. Chris proceeds to bang on the ceiling very loudly with the bar stool. Haha, neighbors, haha. But that wasn't all. Chris then stormed out of the apartment and up to the neighbor's. He banged on the door and yelled, "Shut up, I'm trying to sleep!"

I immediately called our apartment complex's manager/landlord. I explained exactly what I have explained here. I told her we felt she needed to be informed as to what is going on. I have every intention of going to the office on Monday and pointing out that it the people living there was not the people living there three weeks ago; and demanding something be done.

I, seriously, cannot take this anymore.

Tonight was my first night back at my old job. It was the best night I've had in a little over a month. I got a tad nervous, walking to the door, but when everyone welcomed me back with wide open arms, it really felt like home. It made me feel accepted and appreciated to know that silly little restaurant wasn't the same without me.

To be honest, I've learned several great lessons in this little journey I've had this past month:

1. As an adult, I have the ability to get myself out of a situation that makes me feel uncomfortable.
2. As much as I thought the grass would be greener on the other side, I was wrong, it wasn't. In fact, it was worse.
3. I should appreciate what I already have.
4. My boyfriend loves and supports me in everything I decide. He is the strength that keeps me going. I love him.

As relief sweeps over me, I am realizing how exhausted I am.

Goodnight.

I'm a time traveler

To everyone not in the Eastern Standard Time Zone(US):

This is from the future.

Curb Your Enthusiasm

So, I just randomly got inspired. Go figure.

I think it would be slightly amusing, if my life were televised. It would be awkwardly hilarious.

Take for instance Curb Your Enthusiasm with Larry David. Larry David is probably best known as being a co-creator of Seinfeld. You know that show right? I mean everyone has seen Seinfeld. Anyway, the show is kind of based on Larry David's personality. He plays a fictional version of himself as a semi-retired writer, producer, and actor. What is really interesting is that the script is nothing more than an outline, which David usually bases on actual events that happen to him. (He keeps a record of potentially funny things that happen in his life). As you would assume, since the show is "loosely scripted", the dialogue is improvised by the actors.

It's seriously funny. But you have to be patient to really understand it. Larry David is awkward. He says strange things, has strange ideas, and isn't really socially inclined. Once you get past his gawkiness, it's quite hilarious.

I feel like I have odd things happen to me. I also think I could make it funny. For example, tonight at work, someone told me something and I replied, "Okie dokie" and she when questioned my word choice, I simply said, "Well, most times I say, 'Okie dokie Hokie Pokie'." She just chuckled and for just a moment, I felt calm.

Needless to say, work was okay. After work has been better, and I hope in the days to come, I'll be able to relax.

I am the life of the party!

I am not your typical college student. Actually, my boyfriend isn't either. We do not like to "party" and by "party" I mean, be loud, obnoxious, drunk, and irresponsible. We both have a job, we both take classes, and we're both doing very well for ourselves considering we are surrounded by tons of kids who do "party" constantly. I would love to ask them when they get their homework done, or how they can afford to drink their life away and still pay rent.

I know all about that "college" experience. As soon as I moved out of my parents house, I fell head first into that barrel. In all honesty, it gets tiring. I realized what the important things in life were and I worked my butt off in order to be where I am today. (Which sadly, isn't very far from where I was, but at least I'm actually trying now).

Since I've cleaned up my act, I've got to admit, I have lost some friends. I get it. I've been there before. However, it's so nice to hang out with someone who isn't dead set on getting wasted before 7pm. I enjoy intelligent conversation. Don't get me wrong, I love my boyfriend very much and he is always here when I need someone to talk to or a shoulder to lean on, but sometimes it's nice just to have a girl friend.

I feel like I want to say so much more, but my brain just told me it is tired of thinking.

Work, Work, Work

I waited about a year or so to seriously look for a new job. Not that there was anything wrong with my old job; in fact, I had been at that job for three years. I just wasn't making enough money to support myself and get myself to school and work. So, after a year of hard contemplation, I quit. 

I kind of went about the "finding a new job" process the wrong way. While I had a job lined up, it wasn't where I really wanted to work. It was closer to my home, but the opportunities just weren't there.

I've ended up landing a job at a very prestigious restaurant a few miles from my apartment. I'm talking five star status. It's very, very intimidating. My first day was spent filling out paper work and following another server. It was a Thursday night. And very, very slow. My trainer only had two tables. The next two nights, Friday and Saturday, were spent following that same server except the pace changed completely. People kept pouring through the doors and I didn't think they were going to stop. 

[Fast forward to the following Saturday night] 

It's my first busy night, serving, by myself. To be honest, I was terrified. And sure enough, I screwed things up. Of course. For about a thirty minute period of time, I wanted to run outside and hurl myself off the deck. Business was fast; I was slow. I couldn't get my pace up and get myself caught up. After having not worked for about a month, I'd lost it. 

At last, I saw the break of day. I finally got myself caught up. Hooray! I was ready for more tables. No more came. I wanted the practice, needed the practice and, alas, I couldn't get any. 

I got home and was very, very disappointed in myself. I've meticulously scrutinized my every move and thought. I've figured it out and I need more practice. Practice I won't get until Thursday (which will be slow). Then there's Friday and again, I'm terrified I'll get knocked off my feet again. 

I've got to learn to relax.

Back By Popular Demand

Well, back by the demand of my lovely sister. (She harassed me to the point of my posting this, taking my attention away from my undone homework).

Speaking of homework, I am not so sure professors/teachers get it. An average student takes between 5 to 6 classes a semester; that's 15 or 18 credit hours. I'd say that's about 18 to 22 hours of actual class time. A wise person (my mother) once told me that a good rule of thumb is to spend 2 hours on homework for every hour you're in class. That's 36 to 44 hours of homework. That's a full time job! And then, of course those students that must have a job need to factor that into their week as well.

Honestly, I am not sure how anyone with children, a job, or a social life can successfully further their education. I mean, I'm having a hard time of it, and I am only taking 15 credit hours and work only 15 hours a week.

However, I discovered procrastination at an early age and I have mastered it!

Now, I'm going to utilize my mastery and socialize=)

Inspired

So, this is my first blog. It's been a long time since I've publicly posted my thoughts, views, and opinions. I have to admit, I'm nervous. I am unsure of what to say.

Hi, world. Bear with me while I grasp my surroundings and get a feel for what I'm doing. Anyone can read this. That limits my audience to almost seven billion people. Whoa. I feel I am unprepared to offer that many people my thoughts. If every single person in the world read my blog once, would that make me a celebrity? That's one of my life goals. Not to be a celebrity, but to make an impact on the world, if ever so small. I suppose that's my purpose for blogging. If I can relinquish my thoughts and opinions, perhaps someone, somewhere will be moved. After all, without a little inspiration of my own, this tiny space of the online world would not be mine.