Sunday, September 30, 2012

25 GPOY/MFW Blog Challenge: Day 12, 13, 14, and 15

GPOY today.


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Four days missed, for shame on me.

I have been so tired lately and I don't know why. I partly think it's actually grogginess. I go to sleep and sleep kind of late, then I'm still tired so I sleep some more and then I wake up and half the day is gone and I'm still tired. What the fuck? Poor diet and fucked up bedtimes might be culprit too.

I never understood grogginess because of sleeping too much.  You'd think that if you slept too much you'd have tons of energy. But apparently if you sleep too much, in the words of my adorable JessJess, it's like your body tries to put you into a hibernative coma.

MFW someone gives me a compliment.

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MFW I have to help my grandma with something.
 

Stewart - Mad TV

I love my grandma to death, but she has this really bad habit of telling you what she wants your help with, then showing you how to do it, and then she never lets you do it but yells at you for not doing it.

Most of the time she does this with garden work. Say she wants me to use the little spade to get the weeds out by the root. OK, fine, I get it, you don't want them growing back and they're kind of big weeds. Then she'll show me which are weeds and which aren't the whole time she's picking them herself. Finally I get annoyed and tell her to give me the spade so I can do it. Instead of doing that she continues doing it herself and then says, "C'mon Addy, I need you to do this, I can't be doing it all myself."

I'm like, I'm sorry I didn't grab the tool out of your hand? I thought you were going to give it to me and let me help you like a normal person would.

Perhaps that was a bad example, point being I love her to death, but sometimes you have to force her to let you help her even though she requested your help in the first place. It's insane. It's also kind of funny but only after the fact.

GPOY on the first day back to school.

 
 
Obviously I do not go to school, I'm 26. Fuck, I don't even go to college anymore. I'm a second time college drop out and I highly doubt I'll have the means or time to ever go back and actually get my degrees. Maybe one day it would be nice.
 
I do however have little siblings and I am so glad when the summer is over. It's not that I don't love them or want them around, but my house is incredibly noisy. If anyone else has ever lived in a house full of people who are really fucking loud, you know my pain...and also my happiness when I can wake up to a quiet house. Or sleep in and not be woken up at 10am by noise and talking that continues throughout the day.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

25 Day GPOY/MFW Blog Challenge: Day 10 and 11

MFW someone has a ringback tone.

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Where I work, one of our client's ringback tones is Holy Diver.

MFW you gain a new follower.

 
 
Sometimes I can be a total anxiety cat. After I get new followers I usually have a bit of a freak out/overly curious session. I can't help it, I'm just like: "Who are you? What do you want? Why are you following me? Oh right....I write a blog, duh."
 
Then afterwards I get really happy.
 


Monday, September 24, 2012

25 Day GPOY/MFW Blog Challenge: Day 9

MFW someone interrupts me while talking.


 
 
You can also add in some of this if they continuously do it:
 

 
 
I will admit sometimes I have a bad habit of interrupting (or as I like to call it "enthusiastically interjecting".), but I recognize it very soon after I do it, and apologize as quickly as possible, and extend my ear to the other person so they can finish telling their story.
 
I have friends that constantly interrupt though, and then talk to each other. Then I'll add to the conversation and they'll ignore me, or ask me to repeat myself for like the third time because none of them were listening.  Sometimes I feel invisible.
 
Then they ask me why I'm being so quiet and I start feeling homicidal.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

25 Day GPOY/MFW Blog Challenge: Day 8

GPOY today.


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I was originally going to post this:


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But all of those emotions seem to meld into one big glob of 'meh' in the end. Mainly due to the feelings of being groggy and full that are hovering over all the other emotions.

I had to work the overnight and spent a majority of my time today sleeping, so there's that.

I'm a bit anxious because my sibling is not here this weekend. She's with the Girl Scouts on a camping trip to Beach Jam. So, obviously, I'm a bit like, "Please, please bring her back alive, or at least with one of her arms still attached, or mom won't trust me with her children ever again.". The trip sounds fucking awesome though. Camping on the beach and riding the rides on the boardwalk in Wildwood. I would have went but I have my own vacation coming up next month. Sometimes I get paranoid when taking off for things so close to each other because of work. So far she's already gone bungee jumping on one of those bungee rides where they hook you to a harness and sling shoot you out (she promised me she took video of it for me.), and apparently she's almost been kicked out of a haunted house for hitting one of the actors. In her defense she did tell her peers that pressured her that she does not do well in haunted houses. I'm surprised they even got her to go! I tried to get her to go in Kim's Krypt with my friend, his little sister, and I a few years back. She was screaming into my jacket before we even made it in. I guess I should count that as a small blessing though since Kim's doesn't give refunds.

I'm thinking of doing a little segment on the blog. It would be a book review segment. I want to call it 'The First 50 Pages', so named after Nancy Pearl's rule that you should at least read a book's first fifty pages before making an opinion about it. I'm still working out the kinks in said segment, and whether I want to spend my time doing it or not. What made me think of it is the fact that because of peer pressure (such a horrible thing to succumb to!), and because I want to see what the fuck all the hubbub is about, I am reading E.L. James' Fifty Shades Of Grey. Also, because I think that reading critically will help me when it comes to actually writing, as well as help me look at my own writing critically when I edit.

Some of my friends think I should read Fifty because they think it's this really good romance novel. Others are in it for the sex, even though a couple have claimed it gets pretty monotonous after a while. Then there is one who has laughed her way through all three books because she thinks they're absolutely horrible, in every sense of the word, and couldn't put it down because of said horribleness. I've heard many horrible things about it and some good things. All in all, I'm beginning to feel like I'm on the outside of some really weird inside joke. I want to find out what it's all about. I  need to know if the fuss is worth it.

I've tried very hard to get to 50 pages. It shouldn't be that hard. I read 30 pages in two hours last night at work in between calls. I took a bit longer than usual because after the first couple of pages I had so many thoughts, questions, and critiques spring up, I started writing them down by page number. Then I realized I had to write about my reading experience. I don't know why, I just have to. That's when I came up with the reviewing segment. It's also when I realized that in this instance, in order to fully experience everything, I can't just read the first 50 pages and be done with it, no matter how much I want to. Especially since all the really kinky shit happens in the second book, or so I'm told. So I am going to battle march (is that a phrase? It is now.) my way through all three books. I'm also going to read Twilight which is what it's based off of. ...Please pray for me and my psyche's well being.

Here's a bit of a spoiler for you though. I'm only 30 pages into Fifty and already, this is MFW:


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I'm very full right now. That's combined with my grogginess. I haven't eaten all day because I've been sleeping after working all night. So for dinner I ate two sandwiches and some fries. Now I'm kind of blech. You gotta love feelings of fullness that don't quite hit you until ten minutes after you've finished eating and make you go, "Why did I do that?"

It's so fucking loud in this house. I really need to get my netbook Tinytop looked at so I can write in my room. The usual white noise of the air conditioner is doing no good when combined with the little brother on the laptop next to me that doesn't know what, "Can you please turn that down?" means and insists on asking me questions, humming/singing loudly to himself, and commenting to himself on everything he views...and he just farted. Then in the living room are the parental units who have usually enjoyable 60's or 70's music on the TV turned up so loud and are having a jolly romp down Nostalgia Lane with each other.

If this happened once in a while I would agree while you called me a tired, bitchy, twat who needed to pop a melatonin and go back to bed. But this is usual for my house. It's always loud in here, always. ....And I've lost my earbuds for the time being so I can't listen to the sounds of rain on this computer turned up to 11.

And now I'm bored, and Stumbleupon and the ADD's are calling me, so I have to go. Everyone have a good one.

Smooches pooches, bitches.

Friday, September 21, 2012

25 Day GPOY/MFW Blog Challenge: Day 7

MFW someone cuts in front of me in line.

At first I get:

Stolen from Myfacewhen.net

Then it's more or less like:

Stolen from Reaction Gifs
 
I don't usually get people cutting in front of me in line. When they do chances are I didn't notice them do it until it's too late to say anything anyway. I mean, who chastises a person ten minutes after they did something? Line cutting has happened so rarely to me I can't ever remember it ever happening.
 
I've let people in in front of me, but that's different. They've usually asked nicely before hand.

25 Day GPOY/MFW Blog Challenge: Day 6

Make an MFW for the day.

MFW I realize how badly I miss cigarettes.



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So I haven't smoked in about a year. Yeah, I know that's good and they're bad for me and all, but I really miss it. I don't know why. It's not like I particularly like the smell...at all. I relish in the fact that my clothes no longer smell like an ashtray. I did like the taste though. I used to smoke this certain type of Marlboro Menthol, the kind that came in a icy blue pack. I think they were smooths. They taste like Thin Mints, I shit you not, just in cigarette form.

I think it's this vacation in October that's coming up that has kicked off the craving. I used to love smoking while driving. Especially in the colder months with the heater on blast and the window rolled down a bit to let the smoke out. It just felt like freedom in a way to me. Not to mention that smoking really used to relax me, or highlight a relaxed setting. I used to smoke when I was stressed (What smoker doesn't?) and this whole saving up money, and the fact that I'll be vacationing alone in a place I don't know, has definitely got me a bit stressed out.

I'm definitely not going to start smoking cigarettes again, I'm done for good. The last time I was in the hospital it was for something completely unrelated, but I still got a good wake up call in that regard. 

I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it though.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

25 Day GPOY/MFW Blog Challenge: Day 5

MFW someone messes up the genre of my favorite band.

Stolen from Reaction Gifs.
 
I've said before that I have trouble with certain music genres. I don't understand pop as a genre, and everything that isn't rap, country, pop or obviously metal to me is just rock and roll. which being that rock or alternative seems to be an umbrella term, that's been working pretty good for me so far.
 
A good portion of the bands I'm into tend to fall into the simplistically labeled side of music. They don't usually have 5 different qualifiers, you know what they are. Nirvana is grunge. Green Day is punk rock. David Bowie is weird and awesome. That sort of thing.

So when someone says that Green Day or Nirvana is a goth band because they wear/wore eyeliner or dyed their hair purple, it makes me make the face above. Other times I can understand though. There are so many music labels with new ones being created or coming to the surface every couple of years, then you have bands crossing labels, switching them and having more than one label apply to them It just kind of makes one go, "Fuck it! It's all rock and roll to me."

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

25 Day GPOY/MFW Blog Challenge: Day 4

GPOY in ten years.



End of story. Gods know I would love a family one day, but the only kids I'll probably ever have are the kind that catch mice.

Maybe it won't be too bad. I could dress up like a cat and live like the couple dozen or so cats I'm going to own and just buy cat food and treats. I would save money that buying real food would cost. Just gotta be careful I don't get too hooked onto the 'nip.

I know it sounds like I went down the crazy path really easily, but honestly if I'm going to be a crazy cat lady, I'm going to be the craziest cat lady.

Monday, September 17, 2012

25 Day GPOY/MWF Blog Challenge: Day 3

GPOY playing sports


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I think that pretty much sums it up.

Unless it actually is volleyball. Or golf, baseball, dodgeball or badminton. I rock the casbah at those sports. Then I'm more like:


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Yeah buddy.

25 Day GPOY/MFW Blog Challenge: Day 2

GPOY at the club


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That's somewhat accurate. I've certainly done the Mope Shuffle (I'm dubbing it that, it's mine! ....Spread it around.) before, but with a lot more arm waving and belly dancing type moves as well.


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Take some of that above and put in some of this:


Stolen from this site.

and some more pretty arm waving. Maybe some rivet head or raver dance moves for when things get metal or techno and you've probably got an accurate description of how I dance.

Yes, yes. Go make your jokes, I'm so goth and out of style I pull the cobwebs from the ceiling (Awesome fucking cobwebs...gonna go pout now.).

I also have a tendency to headbang. I'll headbang to anything. Done it to rap and gospel before, if it has a beat I'll throw the horns and headbang to it. One of the reasons why I don't really like having short hair that much. It's pretty and convenient, especially in summer times, but then when you go to headbang...just doesn't look as cool.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

25 Day GPOY/MFW Blog Challenge: Day 1

I love blog challenges, they help me get into the habit of updating on a somewhat regular basis. Feel free to steal the challenge I made. Just in case no one knows what those nifty acronyms in the title mean: GPOY = Gratuitous Picture Of Yourself and MFW = My Face When. Just 25 days of reaction pics, gifs and relevant youtube videos.

GPOY at work.

I work at an answering service as a telephone secretary. I basically answer for doctors, lawyers, and whoever else signs up for our services and take messages for them when they're unable to take phone calls. Then we either hold them until they return or call them out as our clients see fit. This means that I am getting yelled and cussed at 90 percent of the time by fucking morons who don't understand why I can't just 'call someone' for them. Newsflash geniuses, if I call the client who doesn't want me to call them for you I can get fired, and being as I just got promoted to supervisor with a pay increase (Yeah, yeah, yay for me, it's meh. I was basically doing the job anyway, might as well pay me for it.) I don't actually want that to happen.

I really, really try to be this way at work:


Led to by Google, Stolen from DakotaSmith from this thread...dot com.

The Thermians were always so sweet and helpful, I love them so much. Especially Missi Pyle's character and the one that adored Dr.Lazarus. I really do try and be this helpful and nice at work, some days are obviously better than others. After around 5 hours of getting yelled at because you can only do so much with the information that you're given and the instructions that the clients give us, I go from being very Thermian-like to this person:




I really have quit better jobs than this. Where's my Egon when I need him?

Although besides the promotion and the people I work with, I really kind of like my job because in between calls I actually get the chance to write sometimes. Especially if we're really slow, like on a Sunday or if I'm working overnight and getting 2 calls every hour. And not every customer is a mouth breather, some are very pleasant....but oy vay...some of them just take the cake. Especially the ones that find a way to repeat the same sentence over and over again 6 different times. I don't understand that.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Jacked Up Pumpkin Cookies

I think the alternative title to this could possibly be, how to bake when you don't have shit in the house.

Ingredients You Would Like To Start With:
3/4 Pumpkin Puree
2 Eggs
1/3 Cup Brown Sugar
1 Teaspoon pie spice with salt

Directions:

1. Cruise the internet when your sister comes down whining at 2am wanting to bake something. Look up 4 ingredient recipes to make something out of the pie filling she picked to shut her up. Decide on cookies.

2. Realize you have no brown sugar. Look up ways to make your own.

3. Realize you have no molasses.

4. Screw this, we're substituting King Syrup (since King is sweeter and lighter it'll taste kind of different).

5. You don't have a 1/3 cup. Learn 1/3 is 5 tablespoons plus 1 teaspoon.

6. Mix in King Syrup...but not with a knife.



7. "Why isn't it working?" Tell impatient teenager to hand over the sugar so you can fix it.



There you go, it should look like that.

8. No pie spice in the house? (For fucks sake) Make your own. 1/2 Teaspoon Cinnamon, 1/4 Teaspoon Ginger, 1/4 Teaspoon Allspice which apparently smells like pizza and almost was rejected by the teenager, and a dash of salt.

9. Add 3/4 (not again! 1/2 cup plus 1/4 cup) pumpkin puree or pie filling.

10. Add eggs.

11. Mix that shit!



Stop 'taste testing' it!



12. Against your better judgement let your sister add 2-3 tablespoons of flour because it looks too thin and gloopy.

13. Facepalm while she tests the consistency on the table.

14. Plop onto baking sheet.



15. Bake 15 minutes while sister watches the oven.



She never gets to bake or cook so she's always really excited and proud when she does. It's cute.

16. Yay cookies!



We turned them into ice cream cookies after they baked.

And there you have it, this is how you take an easy 4 ingredient recipe and turn it into something complicated and with extra steps added along.