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!

So... I got a new job

Hey guys! How's it hanging? Great, grand, and spectacular? Good to hear.

Well, my life has been a little hectic, which is the norm, and my new job is now adding to that stress.

Shit yeah! Paper chasing!

Hahaha sike. I don't have a new job. I HAD a new job, but I quit that son of a bitch faster than you can say 'Hoot and a Half'.

But, I figured since my time at this job lasted as long as Kim K's marriage I'd share with you why I quit.

Idiots should have to fill out a lot of paper work in order to get married.

So, for those of you who aren't familiar with Head Shops... They are store that sell tobacco products, and other products that don't have a tobacco use if you know what I mean. For those of you who don't understand... They sell marijuana paraphernalia, except they can do it legally under the ruse that it's for tobacco use only. Yeah. Fucking. Right.

CLASSY AS FUCK

I got hired at The Smoke Head Shop Corporation, thinking that the job would be easy, and I could just have a mindless zombie job. Dead fucking wrong. I walk in for my first day of training, and the G.M. who is supposed to be training me just completely dismisses me until I mention that I'm supposed to be training. Let me just say, this mother fucker looked like a tweaker. There is no way in hell he is clean, which is funny since he is the G.M. To be fair though, the girl who is Human Resources called me a 'G'. I should have known I was in trouble from that point on.

This job is nothing but bitch work, and they only pay you minimum wage. I get paid way more at my current job to do way less. It was laughable. They made me sweet the parking lot. A FUCKING PARKING LOT IN WEST FUCKING TEXAS. Give me a break. I had to dust every case, which looked like they have NEVER been dusted in their lives. I'm pretty sure the G.M. just made me do all the stuff he didn't want to do. Ass Wipe.

This is honestly how I felt.

The demographic that this particular chain of head shops cater to are the fucking hood rats and 'thugs'. I mean shit. I've never seen so many nasty women in my freaking life. Cottage cheese thighs here. Cottage cheese thighs there. Bad tattoos as far as the eye can see, and the worst fucking attitudes ever. Before you guys hate. I know my legs aren't great, but damn!!!! If you would have seen these heffas you would have thrown up in your mouth. I know I did.

Googling 'Hood Rat' was the highlight of my day.

So anyway, my first say of training was shit, and there was never a second one, because I quit and you're about to find out why.

I am a relatively responsible person, and I already work a full time job. Smoke Head was going to be my second job. Anyway, I gave them my schedule as soon as I got hired so they could work around it, and schedule me properly.

After my first day of training I went to the corpoate office to pick it up, and she didn't have it ready for me. Seriously? How long have you had it? This is a joke. She told me she'd call me later with it, but the call never came.

Come Monday morning she calls me and asks if I'm ready to open the store on my own. I've only trained once, and I really didn't get that much cashier training. So I politely tell her I wasn't and she just reminds me that it's the liquor store I trained it on my first day. Uh... I NEVER trained at a liquor store, and she realized this because I got really quiet. So she hastily hangs to fuck up to find someone to train me. She calls me back to tell me to meet such-and-such so he can train me, and I ask her how much time I have to get there. At this point it's 9:53, and she tells me I was supposed to be there by 9:30. This bitch didn't even call me until 9:45!

I wanted to punch her in the throat.

I was PISSED. So I did get ready, and I took my time. Then I wrote out a letter of resignation, and folded up my fugly work shirts that I HAD to pay for myself. I went to the corporate office, walked my happy ass in and set them on the front desk and walk out.

Moral of the Story: If you have half of a fucking brain, do not work for someone who can't even speak proper English (when English happens to be their first language). That job is a joke. Fuck those people. I hope they get set on fire.

But seriously... How ironic would that be?

My Drunk Kitchen: Ethnic Edition

So if your guys have NEVER seen My Drunk Kitchen, you should take a look. It's pretty funny, though I'm not sure how drunk she is.

This idea wasn't really a knock off of that. In fact, I didn't even think about MDK until we started filming it. However, it's still not an original idea so I like to give credit where credit is do.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy. Sorry my speech pattern is.... different.

I was trying to blog about my vacation, but it just doesn't seem that interesting typed out... Oh well. Maybe it'll be next weeks post.

P.s. I don't think Hannah Hart does MDK anymore, but her older videos are still up, so watch them you Fools!

I gave my dog a bath.

So today I gave my dog a bath, and I know that's now really exciting at all.... Sorry. I've been incredibly stressed out the past two weeks, and my plan for a tutorial fell short because my camera man fell asleep.

So anyway... I have some pictures of my dog post bath, because they're silly and he was mad at me for a good fifteen minutes afterwords.

He can't complain though, because his baths are few and far between. I only did it, because someone it watching him when we go on vacation so I figured it would be nice to bring her a clean dog rather than a dog who has been rolling on bugs for the past month.

It was just a normal day in the Bekah Household when.....

 So anyway. We look like this most days. Just derpin' around...

I'd much rather share this picture than our actual very ugly bathtub.

Then I started the water, and called my dog over. He was hiding by the bed, and even though I was able to coax him to the bathroom, he just went limp in my arms when I tried to pick him up. He hates baths, but luckily he's not big enough to just step out and run away like a Dane or a Mastiff.

Right now he's licking his feet or something, so this doesn't actually depict him being upset with me, but the next two do.

  So it didn't take long. He was fairly cooraprtive this time. He always looks really sad, and I regret not having some sort of picture taking device to get pictures of him in the bath. But, these are afterwords, and he wouldn't look at me for a good while. Obviously, you can figure that out for yourself.

"I hate you. You're so mean."

Hahaha so anyway. My dog is a diva, and here he is ignoring me while he wallows in his sadness.

"I told you to leave me alone. Worst mom ever."

 It didn't take long though for him to come around. So as you can see he's in a lot better mood after some time of being a grumpy ass. He'll probably just go roll around in some poop after this, so the bath will have been all for nothing...

"I love you. Thanks for making me clean!"

He looks really funny after baths. It's my favorite part of the whole headache of bathing my dog. His fur gets so crazy. It's hilarious.So that was my exciting day today!

We take social interaction for granted

Attention: It is officially summer for me. I am so freaking pumped! Also, for those of you who read last week's blog. Africa, (what I named my study date creepster) dropped the class. lolol life

So lately, I've been thinking about how we as humans react to other humans. I mean, you all know that social interaction is important, but how important is it? Some people need less than others which is kind of an odd notion if you think about it. It just strengthens the fact that we're not all the same.

Sweetness starts young! Babies need love to thrive. He tells the best jokes.

I feel like a comment could make or break someone's day, and I can speak from experience with the negative situation. Since I work in retail, the ugly comments come frequently, and they are just awful. It amazes me how mean strangers can be to one another over things that won't even be relevant once they leave the store. People fly off at the handle when they can't get their way. Some times you just want to scream, "I'm a human being with real feelings, you sorry sack of shit!" You refrain though, because you can't lose your job hahahaaaaaa.....

Shit got real, son.

But, that's not the point of this blog. I want to focus on the more positive things said. I want you to realize that paying a random stranger a compliment can change their whole day around, or even just being a tad bit nicer when you're reaching an impasse with someone else can alleviate an issue faster than calling them a name.

So anyway, I was at work right....? This guy is kind of lingering at the fitting room (which was my work station that night) so I smile at him, which is protocol for me, and ask him if he's doing all right. Well, he pays me a compliment, and goes on with this like... interview style of introducing himself, I guess? I don't really know. He was just burning through a lot of topics, and making himself seem like he was the deep caring guy. Now, I'm not saying he isn't, but I am the kind of person who'd just like to have a normal conversation with someone, and not just have them spit their most important credentials to me to enhance who they are.

Soooo awkward...

 Long story short, he tells me he's with his friend in town, and he wanted my number to maybe hang out. Of course, I'm like "Fuck me. I don't wanna!!!!" so I did make an attempt to sound busy, which to be fair I actually was. Anyway, he was persistent, and so I just wrote my number down and gave it to him.He bid me good evening, and pranced off. Then I went and promptly had lunch with my boyfriend lolololol.

We had Burger King. This is what happened when I Google searched 'Whopper'.

 The next day... I'm doing my school thing... I forgot the part where I told him I had a gap between classes, and he could call me then, and I'd hang out with him. I'm a liar. I will admit that. I don't want to hang out with a guy who hit on my while I was wearing khaki's that make my ass look like the size of Jupiter. Plus they're all high water. Not cute. So he calls, and I panic and don't answer it. Then he leaves a voicemail, which I still haven't listened to. Then he sent me a text. Wahhhh he really wanted to hang out which made me feel bad.

I was in the zone. For real. This was me doing Stats homework.

 I called my guru, also known as boyfriend, to ask what I should do. I knew I had to break the news to him, but I was so nervous about sounding like an insensitive whore. He basically told me to grow a pair, and just do it. It's like a band-aid. Rip that shit off, and curse for a moment, then get on with your life. So that's what I did. I apologized and explained myself. I told him I was happily in love with my boy, and I only gave him my number because he was making me feel awkward.

Guess what?! He understood. It made me feel so much better, and honestly, I feel like I did the right thing. I didn't just blow him off. I took the time to make things right, and instead of birthing an angry man ready to shoot up his local bank because he got stood up, I made amends with a stranger. It was nice, and he really appreciated it.

See what positive interaction can do even in a shitty situation?!

So now that I've got that out of the way I can share something kind of silly.

I feel like there are some people who find a lot of pleasure in being awkward on purpose, and I'm not talking Michael Cera awkward, I mean they say things that make situations awkward.

The boy and I live within walking distance from a gas station, so we go their on occasion to get drinks or whatever. We pick out what we want, pay, and leave. As we are starting for our journey home, this guy totally yells at us...

"Hey, I hope y'all have really great sex tonight!"

So I just say, "Thanks!", and boyfran yells "We already did!"

I'm in hysterics, and home boy retorts with , "Dude, that is the best answer ever!"

"Yes. Yes. Oh, yeah. Can ya feel that, buddy? Huh? Huh? Huh?"

 Bahaha. It totally made my night. Let me just say, I enjoy being awkward right back, because then everyone has fun.

Even then, that interaction that was probably supposed to be far more uncomfortable than fun, had such a positive impact on everyone involved. We thrive to talk, be heard, laugh, and love. It's just who we are.

Take the time to laugh and love. It's so worth it!

So let me just wrap this up with a super awesome website I stumbled upon. It has some of the silliest, moving, and gut wrenching things I've ever read. These are just normal people being photographed by someone, and he talks with them while he's photographing them. It's just so awesome. I've laughed and I've cried. I love it. It's so real, and so raw, and it just goes to show that you never know what someone is going through unless you take the time to interact with them!

Humans of New York

Life is short. Take time to smell the roses.

Have a good week!