Rain

Hmmmm. Something is wrong, here. We received rain today.

I love rain. It refreshes the soul, yet... we truly do not need ice on our roads. Each time it rains and it could turn to ice, I worry. I worry about my family and friends that have to go on the road. I hate worrying, but I suppose it is part of life. Worry is paired with being at ease. You simply can't have one without the other.

Okay, so we do need ice on our highways and such. We need ice just like we need snow and hail and wind and sunlight. Ice has its purpose.

Doesn't mean I have to like it. Icy assassins!

Sounds like a swear. Eep.

Thats it for now.

HERE BE RANTTTTTT

HERE BE RANT

I've been promised employment by three separate companies now, and have yet to receive an actual job.

I think I'm going to go crazy. Seriously.

FIRST JOB We never actually had an appointment with you! Who cares if there is proof like e-mails and such, we aren't really hiring! No one really talked to you! Honest.

SECOND JOB We'll even train you! But wait - no, we actually don't need you anymore, sorry for wasting your time, when you could be looking for another job.

THIRD JOB Hi! You're hired! Actually, you know what, we might not hire you. No, you are hired, we'll phone you on Friday. *four days after the supposed phone call* We have no need of your services, and we'll even have the gull to wish you good luck in your job search!

This experience makes me wish that when I was hired, I was a bad employee. You know the kind, the ones who slack off, and expect to be paid just for showing up. Or most frequently never even get to work.

BUT NO, I'm one of those idiots who work hard, do work that I'm not even hired for because the boss asks me to, show up on time, do overtime when asked, and will even work for two weeks straight even though its illegal.

Why oh why can't I get a job? I'm not saying it should be easy, but when one is hired, one should be hired!

END RANT

I feel better.

Ah, Well...

I've applied to another demo company, and I hope they'll work out for me.

Um, we have four little mini Dante's running around now. He gets around, that cat. They are sooo cute. We also have little grey ones, and ones that look like Boomer, and I don't think we can count how many cats we have now.

Sims 3 is awesome, though it sucks since it isn't two players. We had high hopes for it to be two or more players. Fable 3 is two players, so that's nice.

I tripped on my dad's tools and got an injury on my leg. It's nothing horrible. A puncture wound. Took a little while for it to stop bleeding. My dad taught me well - wash it out (ouch, hurt worse than getting it!), slap on some Ozonol, and pop on a band-aid. Tada!

Sippin' hot chocolate.

Bye!

Eh, here we go again

My manager's trying to reschedule my shift, but he's having trouble. I'm not the only one who didn't get my product. I talked to him, and he sounded very tired and stressed out.

Here's to getting my shifts!

Job Bomb :(

*sigh* job was a bust. I haven't received my product, so I couldn't do my job. My manger said he would keep me posted, but I have yet to hear from him. Guess I'm not gettin' paid as today is the last day I would have been demonstrating for this contract. (I wouldn't expect to be paid, since I haven't actually worked).

I'm depressed.

Job update

Oh, the headache! The company that delivers for the people I work for couldn't deleiver the product or the equipment because they said our address was invalid! Arrrrrg.

My manager talked to them. The delivery dudes did deliver the equipment today, but I still have no product.

Two days to go. I need that product! Ag.

Yippee!

I think I may have a job. It'll be contract work for demonstrations, I'll see how it goes. I've been applying everywhere, even places I didn't think would take me. Finally!

Um.

Yeah.

*does happy dance*

Hello All

Wow, its been a long time since I've posted. I thought, my life is boring, so I won't bore people. Yeah, now its a century later. Or abouts, anyway.

My bed room just needs the floor then I can move in. There are little things that need to be finished, but we don't have the materials and they won't get in the way of my living. Tasha will be glad I'm out of her room and I'll be glad I have my own room again.

Now I'm off to read everyone else's blogs, and see what I've missed.

Love you all!

- Anna

Just Talking

I've been loafing around DeviantArt a lot the last two days, snooping at various things and putting my own works up. Be warned, DeviantArt has some material that may be offensive if you do not have the filter on! Mostly I've been looking through other's pages. One Deviant (That's what we call ourselves) is a sixteen year old from ... Sweden? Denmark? No...um, Dutch, so Netherlands! She draws, and she draws so well some of her artwork you can't tell it is a drawing, like this one.

Today Tash and I played a ton of L4D2. Laughed a lot, died a lot, and squabbled with Bert a lot. Bert is the name we gave the Artificial Intelligence that runs the game. We decided it was a he, and he was a man in a business suite, who pressed buttons to give or take away what you need in game.

We went for a walk afterward, and found the body of Pigeon. It was horrible. He had been dead a long time, but his eyes were still open. His body was decayed but his eyes seemed, not alive, but left intact somehow. I wished I could hug him - a living, breathing, okay him - but I knew he was gone, so of course I didn't touch him. We walked back to the house feeling considerably more depressed than when we had began our walk. Jays is gone as well, and we hope he had simply wandered away, but we think he's dead as well.

On one had I could say they were only cats, but I think if a person looks at an animal that is in pain or has died and says 'that is only a dog/cat/horse/what have you', then they aren't that far from saying 'oh, that is just a homeless person' or 'that is just a black kid', 'why should we care?'.

I said it once before, and I'll say it again. Not all animals are humans, but all humans are animals.

I didn't delete ALL my videos!

Just my newer ones. So there is my news. Ooooo.

Hi

I accidentally deleted all my videos except the ones I posted on here. Ug.

Um, lets see. I'm looking into getting Pumkin fixed. He's my other cat. I don't know if I want to keep him or not, though. I mean, I want to keep him but I don't really have the money.

Speaking of money, I'm still on the lookout for a job, but even if I respond to an ad within minutes of it being put up on the site, I don't get replies. Perhaps I need to get more aggressive? But if a woman is aggressive, she's seen as too pushy. At least I have my writing, even if it isn't going anywhere.

I found a nifty little site where you put in words and it comes out musical notes. It is actually rather crappy, but it is fun.

I think that is all for now. How is everyone doing? Oh, and we all recovered from our colds.

Kitty Videos with My New iPod Camera!

I caught this by accident. It looks like one kitten is biting the other's neck, vampire style. They're just sleeping, but I thought it was funny. :)




And now, a fight from the battle-dome, on one side the intrepid CHERRY, and on the other, the cruel, the faceless, GLOVE.

Answer to Auntie's Question

My novel is about a small-town mother, her family, and her neighbors. It is set in a world where magic is in place of technology, and its a parody of real life. For instance, there are twin brothers, their about six year old. One accidently steps on a dragon tooth (eg, a nail) and howls in pain. Well, to make his brother feel better, the other one steps on a dragon's tooth.

Which brings me too...does anyone have any amusing stories about their kids or their own childhood they wouldn't mind me nicking for my novel? They would be fictionalized, of course.

Money Stuff

Payapal told me my account was disqualified for use. What? I haven't even gotten started! RRRRR.

I guess I'll find another way to make money. I'm getting desperate, though. I've applied everywhere, even places I knew wouldn't hire me. I've been looking into home-based business.

I feel so totally angry with myself, and the system. Mostly the system, 'cause it doesn't matter if you're qualified for a job, it's only if you know someone that gets you hired. The whole thing is a Catch 22. You can't get a job unless you know the person at the job. You can't know that person unless you're hired. But you can't get hired unless...

Arrrrrrrrg.

I ranted. I'm better.

BROWNIES

Well, I think I'm bored with my life right now. Seriously.

Tash wants me to bake her some brownies, so I have that to look forward to. Yayness ^^ I make them with Fry's cocoa. I've never tried anything else. Maybe I should? Just to shake things up?

Everything I write turns out to be crap, except for fan fiction stuff. How lame is that? Or maybe I just don't like my ideas. (I whine whine whine)

I think I'll go listen to Korean Music. Girl Generation! They are the best. I'll put their music on and make me brownies.

Marhaban!

In another words, in Arabic, hello!

Lately I've been going to sleep at dawn, and yet still get up at the normal time. I don't know why my body has done this sudden shift. I just started last week, I'd lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, and you know what? I wasn't the least bit tired. So last night I didn't bother going to bed. Went to bed at six-am. I got up late, though - 12:30 pm. Sheesh.

Everything is so slow, I'm getting quite bored. I wish someone would hire me already. But then, I read in the news people are still being laid off, so.... meh.

I'm a lucky one. I don't lose my home or my food if I don't get hired. Perhaps that why I'm not getting hired? I'm not suppose to work?

Its the novels fault. All of them. Dratted things, they hook up with Fate and Writer's Block to stop me.

Yeah. ;)

My Sister Made Me Do It

I have no idea what to post, but my sister wants me to. So here I am. Waiting for my pizza to thaw. Listening to my sister "trying" to sing. (She's mocking a song) Waiting for my pizza. Contemplating reviewing this weeks Arabic lesson. Wishing my PayPal account would be verified already. Waiting for my pizza.

I want my pizza.

Healthy Snack

I'm sure you guys already know this (and may or may not agree with me) but crunchy Fiber One cereal and yogurt....yum.

Also, does anyone know where they get the 'words' for verifying comments? Sometimes they seem English, other times....

Yeah. Or do they just do random stuff?

Heels

Ug.

I'm making an effort to learn to walk in heels. I'm so short, I need to know how to walk in them on all terrain.

In the house I'm having very little difficulty. I mean, the first day my feet hurt. Now they are just a bit annoyed.

I'm dreading learning to walk on grass, and hills, though.

There - my little note for today.

Animorphs

I had given up on my dream to be an author.

Writing was still a part of my life, but I had stopped looking at it seriously. Doubts howled in my mind. Doubts, and shadows, and the horrible hollow feeling no one would ever truly like to read my work.

Then something unexpected happened. My sister brought out some old books I had given her. Nothing fancy. Nothing miraculous.

These particular books I had read when I was younger. They had been a huge influence on my childhood. I wouldn't go so far as to say they were what inspired me to be a writer. My love for reading and writing came from my father and mother, who taught me to read and write, and encouraged my fantasy tales. BUT, the books introduced the concept of being a writer for my job, my career, my life. They put me on that path.

I am ashamed to say I forgot all about these wonderful, thought-provoking, and emotional books. I am re-reading them. I've re-read some other books from my childhood for the heck of it, and yes, they were wonderful at the time. But no longer.

The Animorph books are different. I don't mean they are a different idea - many books have children heroes, and many stories are about creatures that take control of you, force you to do things and say things and you can't stop them. Animorphs are different, and to be honest I'm not sure why. I know I picked up one book at random, just to read a few pages - I remembered I loved them so much as a kid, and I wondered if they would stand the test of time.

I am falling in love with them all over again. Even Visser Three, the evil creature.

Applegate brought me back to my childhood a few days ago. Brought me back to that mentality, that girl who knew she could take on the world and win. That is why I loved Rachel and why I identified with her so well.

I am a writer. I was born a writer. I abandoned it because I grew up - grew up and was brainwashed into thinking I could not be a writer - that it wasn't a real job, that it had nothing good for it. I was told in school to go after a real career. I listened to the negative voices, and ignored the positive ones. I gave up a year ago, even though my Aunt Hope encouraged me.

Applegate reintroduced me to Rachel. And in doing that, she reintroduced me to myself. I gave myself a butt-kicking. How dare I forget myself! How dare I let myself get swept away!

How dare I not listen to those who matter most when they say I can do it, that I have talent (and need to work on my spelling). How dare I listen to those who haven't even read my work and told me I could not do it.

I wonder if Applgate will ever read this? Probably not. But I'll say it anyway, because unlike my family, I can't just tell her. Thank you K. A. Applegate for sending Rachel my way. I know you didn't plan on it, but you did. Thank you for writing those books. They helped me in ways you can't imagine.