It Gonna Be What It Gonna Be

Hey, kids. Short message today.

This whole 'I'm going to blog every day!' thing? Yeah, that's off. It's not working out, and just makes me feel guilty and wanting to stay away from the blog. So I'm going to blog when I feel like it, about things that I feel like blogging about. Not that I don't already do that.

Some of you have asked about specific things you would like to see on my blog (sketches, writing, etc.). There's going to be a FAQ coming up about those soon.

Any more questions that you want answered?

Work Hard, My Friends

Let me tell you, folks. Working is not as easy as my friends make it sound.

But I love every minute of it. Except for the creepy old men that keep flirting at me (I work at an auto parts store, it just comes with the territory. But still. It's creepy).

I had this big blog thought out, but as soon as I got on here it all disappeared. I know as soon as I get off of here, it's going to come back to me, but that's going to have to wait for another day (a much later day, as, starting tomorrow, my internet at home will be nonexistent for a bit).

Work hard, live right, and pick up your smile at the door.

Another Day Bites the Dust

Only the second day of my writing challenge, and I missed my deadline. No 1500 words today for it. Tomorrow, though, I will complete my task!

I Will Always Have Cats

It is at this point that I realize that my furniture will always have small holes in it, because I will always have pets (read: cats).

The Night Circus

Guys, I just finished reading The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern. This is what I have to say about it:

GO. READ. THIS. BOOK.

NOW.

The Writing Challenge

Remember that whole 1500 word goal that I'd said I was going to do?

I haven't done it.

But, at the request of some very dear readers, I have decided to rededicate this challenge. And, to keep me on track, I'm sharing these daily writings with you. I even made a blog for it. Yes, a blog. Have you noticed that I'm a little obsessed with making new blogs?

Anyway, here it is. My 1500 words-a-day writing challenge.

Disclaimer: These writings will be totally and completely unedited. And while some days are going to be works of art, most of the days will produce works of utter crap. You have been warned.

Take Me to England. Now.

I have been informed that the arts in England are not nearly as separated as they are here. As in, it's quite common for movie stars to be in plays and the like.

How do I feel about this?

TAKE ME TO ENGLAND. NOW.

Honey, I'm Ho-ome!

Ah, my readers, how I have missed you!

I'm going to pretend there was a collective "I missed you, too, Apricot!" from you, darling readers. Let me pretend. And...end moment.

I know, you're all dying to know what I've being doing.

Other than seeing The Avengers twice? Oh, not much. 


Let me list it out for you:

1. I got me a job. I work at Advance Auto Parts in the city I live in.

2. We're moving to a different house in the city.

3. I've been out going to my singles ward. It's been...interesting. Fun. But interesting.

4. Bemoaning that one of my best friends is in England without me (read all of her adventures here).

5. Deciding what I want to happen in my life (read: BOYS. I DISLIKE DATING. IMMENSELY).

6. Missing my readers, but not knowing what to say.

But my block is over, the first step has been taken, my streak is back on. Watch out, readers, because life is about to get fun.

Dresses!

Dresses to me are like puppies to other people: pretty irresistible.

So what do I do? Get myself hooked on Say Yes to the Dress.

Yay, dresses!

Um, People? The Avengers.

Before I forget, I should let you know that I went to the midnight premiere of The Avengers.

I'm still fangirling over it. Excuse me while I swoon over Loki and Hawkeye.

I Got Bettah

It's been a rough week, you guys.

Our dog, Remy, got sick. Really sick. To the point that we thought he was going to die within a couple of days sick. Goods news: He's going to live! Bad news: He's going to lose an eye. But Fitz and I are currently making a pirate patch for him, so that he can be a fierce pirate pooch.

Any good wishes or general prayers sent in Remy's direction would be greatly appreciated. We're hoping to get his surgery in tomorrow (Monday).

The Help

That's right, my readers, I have (finally) seen The Help. Cue Southern drawl.

Whenever I watch a fabulous movie like this one (read: Steel Magnolias, etc.) I always want to start talking like the characters in it. It helps that I'm actually from the South, and I can pull it off. The problem comes with my dear mother, who hates it when I mimic accents like that. She's used to my unaccented mimic.

I pity the people who room with me during school. They get no reprieve from my accent addiction.

Anyway.

Thought you all should know that the voice in my head is not British. It is that Deep South drawl.

I'm not really sure what the point of this post is. It had one when I was writing it in my head, but I seem to have lost it. Loved The Help. Now I'm thinking/talking in the accents. I know too many people who are going to Britain without me. This should be rectified. That is all.

1,500 Words

All of you who know me know that I am, by nature, a creator of stories. I love molding worlds, and characters, and storylines into greatness. I used to be able to sit down at a computer and crank something out, no matter how terrible it might have been. Lately, though, I am completely stumped the minute I try to write something. 

So here's my summer goal to better myself. Every day (starting tomorrow), I am writing 1,500 words.Per day. Yeah, I went there. No, it's not Camp NaNo yet.

 For now, it's going to be working on a new story. Hopefully, by cranking out these words I'll at least get back into the knack of writing. And it's training for when Camp NaNo comes around.

I'm now taking applications for cheerleaders and potential readers.

This Lady is Working Hard

I'm feeling pretty darn important right now. At the moment, I have two companies to work for (part time); they both have hired me.

I might be dropping one.

At first I was going to work both jobs, which, on top of my other two, would mean four jobs this summer. That's a whole lot of job working. Of the jobs that have hired me, one of them seems pretty dang perfect: it's close, they're willing to give me more hours, and they absolutely no problem with giving me Sundays off. A dream job. The other job, however, is in a clothing store in the mall, a place I've been wanting to work at. So do I give up an amazing job for social hour?

The more I think about it, the more the amazing job feels like the right thing to do.

Wish me luck!

What has been your favorite place to work? Was it because of the company, your coworkers, or your customers?

Seasons of Love (of Shows)

Watch out, Chopped, you've got some competition!

I'm now hooked on a new show called Frozen Planet. I feel like it's the perfect show for days like today: hot, humid, cloudy. In winter, though, I don't know if I'd like it so much. I'm either going to shiver on my couch, watching the obscene amounts of snow flurry past my window, or I'm going to pretend I'm a polar bear as I walk to class.

I'm leaning towards the polar bear. Fitz is not amused.

Do you have shows that you like one season (as in Spring, Fall, etc.), but dislike in a different season?