New School Blues

Hey y'all sorry about last weeks blog. I'll re-post it soon. I just sort of have to wait until it's not in the forefront of other's minds, because it's not very nice. I don't care that much though, since I'm not very nice. My conscience managed to rear it's ugly head, so for now I'm playing it safe.

This weeks blog will probably ranty, but first let's talk about my new job.

I love it. It is amazing. I have no idea where this job has been all my life, and I'm so excited to be employed here. My co-workers, for the most part, are incredibly friendly. I'm sure the others will warm up to me. I'm just kind of awkward, and am not great at starting up conversations. Cest La Vie.

But I digress.... On to the show.

Now don't get me wrong. For the most part, I enjoy school. I have friends there, and I love them to pieces. They are the people who I will probably network with for the rest of my life, and that is profound.

Make new friends, but keep the old...

What I do not like is feeling inadequate. I hate feeling that way, and I hate it when other people make you feel that way. I'm talking about Architect majors. The frustration that comes with the perpetual 'second best' stigma that all Interior Designers get from them is sickening.

I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo.

Our professions may go hand and hand, but in many ways they are vastly different. They will know things I wont, and I know things they wont. Instead, we just get treated like the retarded cousin that someone locks away in a basement. It's infuriating. There are times I just want to scream, but instead I just sit and take it like an abused dog.

A love that lasts the longest, is a love that's never returned.

So now I'm in a funk. I'm so over the stigma. I hate being treated like I'm not good enough. The concepts are the same across the board, and all college disciplines should be treated equally. If you are doing what you love, and it is important to you, then what gives me the right to make fun of you?

I bust my ass to get shit done, and to do a good job, and in the eyes of the Architect I am the lessor.

Whatever. I'm grumpy. I'll be fine tomorrow.

Y'all have a great week!

Miss Maisey: The Non-Dog

Hey guysies! I don't really have any fodder for the blog this week, so I'll just kind of ramble about something and maybe it will be funny....

Anyway, some of you know, and some of you don't, I was house sitting last week. It was a lot of fun, in fact, I wish the house I was staying in was my actual house. My apartment sucks guys. It's just awful.

I love puppiesssssss!!!!

Anyway, the best part about house sitting was keeping up with the dogs. Which means, my dog, and my boy's grandparents dog, Maisey. Mostly my house sitting dog stories have to do with Maisey, because she is fucking weird. She's the weirdest dog I've ever been around, and sometimes I'm not so sure she's actually a dog... She reminds me of Gollum from Lord of The Rings. It doesn't help that she's half blind, and will eat anything she can get into....

My precious.... foooood.

Maisey ate:

• Steak fingers
• Toast
• Half of a Ruben Sanwhich
• Half of a BLT
• Pistachios
• French Fries
• Dog poop
• Kleenex brand tissues

She also tried to eat some Chinese Kitchen while I was literally standing a few feet away from her. I scolded her, and she took her lashing like a man.

The other thing about Maisey is that she will let you know when it is breakfast or dinner time. When she gets up in the morning she crawls ALL OVER you face. YOUR FUCKING FACE! It's annoying, and I don't need dog nipples all over my face. Ew.... Just ew.

Always Hungry.... ALWAYS

Then, at dinner time she freaking shrieks at you until you feed her. She's not supposed to eat until 6 p.m, but at four o'clock she's hounding you to feed her. She barks and follows you relentlessly. Anything you have in your hand she tried to eat, even if it's nothing.

She's also really silly, becuase she doesn;t like to play with dogs. She likes to play by herself. It's almost like she's got Aspergers Syndrome. She can entertain herself easily, but when my dog comes to play with her she gets really confused. It's really funny, because she gets this "What are you doing here?" look. She doesn't need him! She's fine by herself. It's hysterical.

"Help me. I'm poor."

 Maisey likes to roll. She rolls a lot, and it never starts out as a full body roll. It's more of this weird, smash your head into the floor, then scoot it until your body is down, then drag your body across the floor kind of roll. It's just as hysterical as her playing by herself. And, she'll do it for ten minutes, or she'll do it for short periods of time frequently. My boy's nana had to water the grass one summer to keep her from rolling on it, because she was killing it.

She's just a silly freaking dog. She's worth meeting. Little goof ball. She runs into me legs and feet constantly, because she can't see. It's precious, because it's sad, and it gives you the giggles so crazy.

I love her, secretly....

Let's talk about The Conjuring

Spoilers are here! Proceed at your own risk!

Hey guys!

It's been some time since I've done a movie critic, and since I'm just sitting on my ass on my day off I'll go ahead and do another one. I really just don't want to pick up dog poop or go and price computers....

Anyway, the boy and I watched The Conjuring on Monday, but only because my source told me it was worth watching. I already wanted to see it, because I'm a horror film fanatic, but getting my boyfriend on board is a whole different story. He doesn't really care for horror movies, which makes me sad. This is the one instance where I will say he is too much of a realist. He doesn't allow himself to get caught up in the whimsy. I digress, this is not about him.

This part freaked me the fuck out.

 I liked the movie. I thought it was good, and exorcism movies happen to be my favorite. I'm not sure why. They just are. We watched The Possession when that came out, and it was absolutely awful, so I think we were both a little skeptical about watching another new age horror flick.

So The Conjuring is based on a a true story about two families, one who is haunted by a demonic spirit, and one family who seeks to help them. The Perron's are just an average American family who has to live through these trials, and the Warren's are a Supernatural Investigator dynamic duo who seek to help the Perron's in their time of need. All hell breaks loose, of course, and an exorcism is performed.

These are the ACTUAL Perron daughters, and of course the little actresses underneath.

The one thing that I think was a good idea in this one was the fact that the entity haunting them was not a demon, but a Satan worshiping witch who haunted the land after she died. It sort of gave a new spin on just your normal haunting.

The suspense was built up well too. I think that is one of the reasons I love exorcism movies so much. Not everything happens at once, and it is a slow agonizing climb to the climax. It starts with something as simple as the clock stopping, and a weird smell, until BAM you're right smack in the middle of a full on possession with creepy laughing and speaking in tongues.

You have to help her! She's so ugly I had to cover her with a sheet!

So let's talk about Bathsheba, the antagonist, and one hell of a hag. Can I just say I do not like hag costumes, an I do not like Asians as scary movie protagonists. They scare me. That's right. I said it. They fucking scare me, so it stands to reason that Bathsheba scared the piss out of me. She's not even that scary, but I hate hags. Bleck.  They always portray her with blood around her mouth, or maybe I just imagined it there, but that shit is gross! It made her look like she didn't have any lips, and it was just her teeth sticking out there. Those kinds of make-ups make me uneasy, like, who ripped you lips off, girl?

I didn't feel the need to Google beyond this. Wanna see her? Go watch the movie.

 I really enjoyed the Warren's! I though the actors did very well, and I really enjoyed the back story you get on them. I especially loved when they talked about Annabelle. The doll was fucking creepy as shit. I thought it was perfect. I also really enjoyed the Paranormal Artifacts rooms they have in their house in the film. I think they do have an actual museum, but I'm not sure if it was in their house. I think it really makes them look like they know what they're doing, or at least they think they know what they are doing.

The real Annabelle doll is actually a Raggity Anna, but this porcelain bitch is scary.

I really enjoyed the fact that the Warren's also had to deal with Bathsheba at their house hold until they had actually cast her from the world. That was definitely insane. You don't think of the spirit traveling from house hold to house hold to harass someone. I think it tied in the Annabelle story, and the infatuation their daughter had with the doll as well. It sort of came full circle there as far as how the Warren's family is affected by the kind of work they do.

Remember her? From Bates Motel. Hell yeah!

I just think over all they really tried to put a new spin on something that has been done over and over again, and I applaud their creativity.

The eldest Perron daughter - Andrea I believe her name is - wrote a three part series about their time in the house. I'm thinking about buying and reading that as well.

This was less of a critic, and more of a "Read how I feel about this" blog. Sorry I'm not sorry!

If you like "Based on true story" movies like this, you should totally see it. I was reading about the actual haunting. Some of the things are not actuate, but the Perron's really back the projection of the movie, and they even liked how it came out!