I see all the ways you are

So the ending of the aforementioned book was a bit disappointing and cheesy. Sigh. Until then it was inconsistent but a page-turner.
Saw 1408. Which had a great ending, and kept you going until the end. The window scene where he seeks help from someone from a neighboring building is one of the creepiest scenes I've ever seen. Icky Yucky Poopy, as Shawn would say. And it has John Cusack in it. Isn't that reason enough?

Slept in until nearly 10:30 today (saw 1408 at the ten o'clock showing, and read the Dean Koontz book until I couldn't keep my eyes open after the movie. So got to bed around 2) which was irresponsible and yet so worth it. Got to work (had to be there at 11 today) only five minutes late. Yes I took a shower. No, didn't really style my hair. Buns are a lazy girl's best friend.

Take this Rachel--this is a quote by Christian Bale:

"I think there's a kind of pretentiousness to the idea that serious work is only found in low-budget independent movies-I can't stand that snobbery."

Hmmm... how interesting!

When I saw the preview for 3:10 to Yuma, I recognized of course Christian Bale and Russell Crowe, both great actors, and then I saw another guy that I knew I recognized but couldn't place him. Ben Foster. Of Fast Forward fame. CRAP. He looks amazing in it! Don't worry, Shawn, you're hotter.

Increasing Self-Esteem Through Controlled Screaming

So I'm reading this book called, "From the Corner of His Eye," by Dean Koontz. Very interesting read--the plot has been great so far, the writing a bit wishy washy at times, but for the most part engaging. This psycho guy, Enoch "Junior" Cain, 23, spontaneously murders his wife of 14 months at the beginning of the book. Just because he could. Even though he loved her and she loved him. Apparently. He's bent on self-improvement. On page 331 is this paragraph:

He had come to believe that every well-rounded, self-improved person ought to have a craft at which he excelled, and needlepoint appealed to him more than either pottery-making or decoupage. For pottery, he would require a potter's wheel and a cumbersome kiln; and decoupage was too messy, with all the glue and lacquer. By December, he began his first project: a small pillocase featuring a geometric border surrounding a quote from Caesar Zedd, "Humility is for Losers."

Caesar Zedd was an author of many self-improvement (So-called. It's pretty sick stuff-how there is no right or wrong. just socially acceptable and inacceptable behaviors and choices) books, of which Junior owned all his books. Hardcover. Where do I sign up for that?

keep your hand in your pocket

This is my Dad's idea of a good time:

That's right. Photoshopping himself into old pictures. Pictured above: Annette Funicello (of Frankie and Annette--Beach Blanket Bingo fame), the first Superman (at least for TV), and Jim Autry. Yup. That's my dad. What kills me is the expression on his face. I know the picture he took that from which makes it that much better.

Welp, I'm all better, Shawn's coming home today (can't wait! no phone calls from anyone, I don't care what the emergency is!), I've got two more hours left of work and I'm eating honey roasted sunflower seeds. Could life be any better? Yes, yes it could. I found my camera cord last night which means I can upload pictures onto this computer again. Like these:


Could my life GET any cuter? No, no it couldn't.

Twitterpated and Pixilated

"OUCH!" said Harry as what appeared to be a small, gray, feathery tennis ball collided with the side of head. Harry massaged the spot furiously, looking up to see what had hit him, and saw a minute owl, small enough to fit into the palm of his hand, whizzing excitedly around the room like a loose firework...
..."Calm down!" Harry said as the small owl flew low over his head, twittering madly with what Harry could only assume was pride at having delivered the letter to the right person.

Isn't that the most horrifyingly cute thing you have ever heard in YOUR LIFE?!??! I CAN'T HANDLE IT! I was giggling and convulsing like crazy as I finished Book 3 yesterday and began Book 4 right after. I had my suspicions before, but when I read about Pig--THAT'S when I knew that J.K. Rowlings was a true genius. Look at the size! THE EYES! THAT FACE! THE RATIO HE IS TO THE GLOVED HAND!!!! I know. I'm being ridiculous. But anyone who professes to know me should also know, that ignoring spiders, anything tiny by rule is automatically overwhelmingly horrifyingly cute. Especially when they're THAT pleased with themselves. It's just ones of those things.

dog my cats indeed

Well, I did it. Well--DOING IT. I've buckled down and began to read the Harry Potter series. Brady and Annalisa (Shawn's brother and sister in law) own them, and loaned me the first two last Saturday. Well, as of now I'm about 150 pages into the third book. Good times. Great books. Since I couldn't wait until THIS weekend when I MIGHT have hung out with them again to get the next two, I sought the help of my dear old friend (we've been friends for about 10 years now, isn't that nuts! I still remember the first time I met her, and then when we became friends like YESTERDAY. YESTERDAY!!!) Janay, who charitably brought over the next two. Oh goody, cheetos in Albuquerque I can hardly wait! Her roommate Emily own them. Can't wait for the next movie to come out! Welp... I've been told I have to update my blog, so this is it. Nothing really exciting happening. Just working, painting, reading, pining for Shawn, and getting-bettering. That's my life. And Rachel's birthday is tomorrow. Happy 24th! Which means I'll be turning 24 in two short months, too. OH MY LIFE!

Why is he still talking?

"We're just gonna put a happy little bush down in this corner, and that'll just be our little secret. But if you tell anybody that bush is there, I will come to your house and I will cut you!"

I now understand why Bob Ross acts the way he does. If I were consistently exposed to turpentine I would be personifying fauna as well. I just started oil painting yesterday and even though I just use a bit of turpentine at the end to clean my brushes (a process that lasts about five minutes) I had a slightly dizzy headache for the rest of the night.

Anyway, I've started painting a portrait of my grandma for my Dad for father's day. Good times. Hope he likes it! She was a fox in her day. I wish I could do my hair like that. And like Bob Ross.

Choice and Accountability

So for about two weeks a couple of months ago we had to keep track of everything we did at work. Or at least everything work-related. Right? I at least only kept it to that. Whoops if I did it wrong. Too bad I can't remember that far back. Anyway, I thought I should bring it back for my own personal accountability. And so you all can see how creative I get to come up with things to do to kill time, especially on Fridays, especially when I can't wait to get home and see Shawn. This is my Friday workday (8-5).
Let's see. It's noon right now. This is how I've spent the past four hours.
Got in around 7 after. Running a bit late.
Checked E-mails. Deleted a bunch of junk e-mails. Looked at dumb forwards from Dad. One interesting--he was printed in a magazine in the letter to the editor about global warming! Wrote loads in blog. Wrote freakishly long e-mail to Shawn, even if he didn't write me. That's love. Talked online to website address, you can still access it on campus. Checked E-mails. No E-mail from Shawn. Some forwards. Read the Seattle Movie times. Checked a bunch movies. Checked a bunch of movies and actors on Imdb. Checked everyone's blog. Janay, Rachel and Trish for variable amounts of time. As opposed to various. Ate some double stuffed oreo cookies. Ate butterscotch pudding, followed by triple chocolate pudding. And some cheeto puffs and a granola bar (I had waffles for breakfast! Without butter and syrup [I WAS RUNNING LATE!].). Checked E-mails again. Read news and gossip online. Checked facebook. Checked Shawn's music myspace webpage (I discovered that if you know the exact myspace. yay.). Text messaged Shawn about tonight. Talked and gossipped with coworkers.
Now it's 1:30. In all I've probably done about 45 minutes of actual work. Krista showed me how to do an expense report for a girl needing to be reimbursed for going to a psych convention. And I graded an independent study by some dude from Mexico with questionable grammar.
I plan on reading a chapter from my scriptures and then read my book that I brought with me, and pretend to do some more "work" on the internet. Sigh. Three and a half more hours.

Read my chapter and have started my book! Talked with my coworker about her pregnancy (a daily occurrence) set up a lap top for my boss (add five more minutes to actual work) checked e-mails again. read news again. talking online with former roommate. Aw. two hours eighteen minutes left.