Aravaile

Pete built a Houch.  Houch comes from a combination of words of House and Couch, but that really has nothing to do with what the object is.

here are pics:















On top of that I have been sleeping whenever possible.  I really don't like being awake anymore.  When I'm awake I am aware that it is 80 degrees outside and that the trees are still mostly all green.  Last year around this time of year (hell probably a week ago last year) the trees on the mountains out my window were all different colors, beautiful colorful mountain.  Now they are all green.

I also can't pay attention in class.  It probably has something to do with the ADHD but more to do with the fact that I really don't care anymore.  I don't know why i'm even bothering.  It seems like a waste of money... what the hell will I do with this "degree".  nothing.  All around I'm bored.  Just keep saving up to go to Japan next fall.  20% of all my paychecks go to the "TO JAPAN! fund:"  But I have no one to go with.

My boyfriend won't go with me.  Doesnt have any interest in traveling.  Kris Arnhold, probably won't have the money to go and hasnt gotten his butt in gear to get himself a passport. 

Work has gotten really bad at giving me the days off I requested.  And calling in sick there has almost gotten as bad as CVS... basically if there isnt another employee who can come in and cover your shift when you call out you get written up.  Bullshit.

At least I'm looking forward to King Richards this coming weekend....

I guess this whole time of year seems absolutely pointless without my favorite holiday.  Thanksgiving  usually in Becket will not be there this year, but in westport.  since i have to work black friday driving two hours instead of 45minutes just isnt doable for me.  Plus no Debbie and Jejo, no Horror Theatre IV.  and most importantly no cousins.

Been fighting with my boyfriend about keeping the house clean and paying bills ontime.  He owes two months rent to the apt complex, and a month and a half utilities to me.  He also owes me $465 for the computer he really didnt need that much, that he purchased on my Best Buy card because I told him he needed to pay August rent before he bought it  (He isnt worried at all).  Told him if he was going to be working and not going to school and I was going to be doing both he needed to do things around the house.  He hasnt. I got mad. He asked me if I really cared about him at all, or if I only cared that the house was clean.

My sister is going to be on ESPN for doing some charity mud football game.  My sister is broadcasting the Volleyball game and the Football games at her college.  My parents are very concerned about how they can get this on tape.  My sister is going to Spain this summer.  My sister is going to a fancy college and she is going to stay there, till she graduates, ontime with a degree in something useful.  Become a business woman with a 6 figure income until she marries a rich business man.

I might barely scrape by this year if I am lucky.  Graduate from a school I transfered into from a fancy college my parents loved.  Have a degree in Judaic Studies which I will be able to do nothing with since I can't even teach at a Hebrew School because I don't speak Hebrew....  I have no idea where I'm going or what i'm doing. I dont want to go to grad school because i'm sick enough of college.  I dont want to go to school ever again at this point.


I'm totally and completely bored and frustrated  with life. 

Wow, Sprint. You are cheap, real cheap; with your new commercials trying to change my childhood dreams into sales for your crappy phones.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lW_9SYaWAQg

Who do you think you are trying to convince me that when I was a kid I dreamed about a magic entertaining box, that I could make phone calls from, or help me find my way home? Jesus Christ that's LAME. You really think I was that unimaginative of a child that I dreamed about a portable TV/Music player, especially one that lead me home. I had way better things to dream about:

Like going on adventures in the Amazon rainforest. Running off into the woods with my friends and building wigwams and shooting wild deer with bow and arrows we constructed ourselves from wood and flint. Then cooking our game over a campfire, and living like that far away from everyone else. Practical jokes I could play on my teachers that would go over really well. Having a dog. Having a dinosaur. Having secret passageways in my house. A tunnel under my bed that led to my best friend's room three blocks away. A magic button that stops time.

That me and my best friend weren't really human like the rest of these boring people, that we were aliens from some far away place, that's why she had yellow eyes, and that's why everyone else thought we were so goddamn weird. More importantly some day the rest of our alien clan would return and take us away from these mediocre people on this mediocre planet that we had been forced to live on for so many years.

I'd dream that I wasn't growing up on the Upper West Side in the 1990s, but that I was growing up on the Lower East Side, or Brooklyn in the 1890's when kids weren't forced indoors by overprotective parents, and could wander the streets by themselves, picking up pieces of metal from the streets and turning it in to the junk man for pennies that could be exchanged for candy at the store around the corner. That milk and seltzer were still delivered to your door by a horse and carriage, and that kids could still play stickball in the streets.

I'd dream that I had magic sticky "gecko pads" on the bottom of my feet and that I could walk on ceilings, or even better be able to stand on the subway without holding on to the poles and still hold my ground (having this idea in my head resulted in me falling a lot on the subway). That the spy club my friends and I were in, was actually really good, that our spying skills were first class, and our missions of spying on our parents and siblings, and sneaking into kitchens and steal valuable information (chewy bars) was actually highly important to our society.

I'd dream that thousands of years from now archeologists would find my fossil and various things that I wrote and come to believe that I was one of the most important people on this Earth. That all those kids in school who tortured me would be lost forever and their existence never known thousands of years in the future. I dreamed t hat one day I would develop super human powers and make all those kids who made fun of me all the time pay.

I'm often looked at by others as a rather peppy, happy person. This is usually true. Except when I remember that my childhood is gone, and that I can't go back. That back then other kids believed my tales about my alien origins and my super spying skills and magic gecko pads. When I was younger I thought that despite the boring people I knew that I myself was going to have an exciting life. For a long time I wanted to be an archeologist. Skip forward to summer of 2005, I actually went to the Middle East and worked on an archeological dig. That's when I realized I never wanted to be an actual archeologist; I just wanted to be Indiana Jones.

I have never made it through even two stops on the subway standing without falling, losing my footing.

My spy club has been defunct now for ten years, and never really found any interesting information or solved any huge mysteries.

I have never found any valuable treasure and risked my life protecting it to get it to a museum.

I have never built a secret passageway.  Nor have I ever discovered one.

I have never played stick ball in the street.

I have never been to the Amazon.

I have never successfully built a wigwam.

I have never shot an animal with a bow and arrow.

I have never made a bow or even any arrows.

I have never actually gotten even with any of the kids who were so mean to me in elementary school. And am now even "friends" with them on facebook.

Representatives of my alien planet are yet to have come down and rescue me from here.


So, Sprint, whoop-de-do, you made a telephone with a screen in it that plays movies. Congratulations, I really am impressed on how you made childhood dreams come to life. Now if you could get to work, on forming those sticky gecko pads on my feet, or maybe contact my alien brethren and tell them to get their butts over here and pick me up, I might actually have some interest in your crappy products.

21, bitch!

"...and the graveyards of the rusted automobiles."

So I'm at the supermarket buying some juice boxes (they were actually ssips ice teas.. but they were still in boxes) and some Gushers.

The cashier keeps trying to scan the juice boxes on the wrong side. And I'm like "Dude, The barcodes at the top."

and he said "Aw man you totally just pwned me there."
Me: "did you just say I "pwned" you?"
him: yah
Me: Ok, what do you play?
Him: You know thats a gaming term?
Me: yeah... I play WoW
Him: *stares* YOU'RE A MOM AND YOU PLAY WOW? YOU SHOULD TOTALLY BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!
Me: WHA? I'm not a..... oh the juice boxes and gushers... those are for me.

also what the hell... who speaks to customers that way?  srsly.

I love watching the ridiculous things kids do in the play section of the consignment shop.  In the play section we have a train table, a toy kitchen, blocks, puzzles, a toy piano, and various action figures and toy animals.

My favorite was a little girl who declared "I'm cooking this crab for dinner!"  picked up this toy toy crab:
and shoved it in the mircowave, and pressed a bunch of buttons.  "How long did you put it in for?" I asked.  "It should be ready in ...um... five hours!"   Poor crabby!

Two boys were in earlier playing with the rescue hero action figures.  I heard them exclaim "Oh no!  The rescue heros are in the oven! Mr. Eagle needs to rescue them!"

We also have a play pizza, and various play wooden bottles with labels of typical kitchen things like "olive oil" "ketchup" "mustard" and "vinager"  the other day, a four year old was seasoning his pizza with mustard and vinager!  Yum!!

I got a job in Digital Technology at Best Buy! (as long as I pass the drug test, which shouldnt be a problem cause i avoided poppyseeds for the past month, which would have been the only thing i needed to worry about)  w00t! I start on the 16th. (they are starting me off at more an hour than phae, and he's been working there since october!!! :-O  which is very interesting cause for the past year every job that phae and I got they started him off at atleast a dollar an hour more than me. )

This is good because while I love babysitting, daycare, and the consignment shop, I just didnt have enough hours and $50-77 a week just wasnt gonna pay the bills)  Also i can finally pay feb. rent on monday...  (3 out of the 4 people who live in this house havent payed feb rent yet [cause we all spent more than our rents worth on books at the beginning of the month]  I'm so glad the people here are so understanding and havent kicked us out, or even bugged us about it.)

I really wish this place allowed dogs, cause if they did I would want to live the rest of my life here, this place is so great.  Something goes wrong and there over in two minutes to fix it!  Last summer these wasps kept deciding to make hives on our porch... and I being scared to death of bees wasps and needles, was too scared to leave the house.  Andy came over and got rid of them, every single time, til they stopped building their hive there, and never charged us a dime for it!

Phae just txted me saying we're going bowling tonight... yay!   (if he comes home and explains that he mean on the wii and not irl im going to be very disapointed, I'm kinda excited about going out

So had a couple of nights of awesome recently

Phae and I went to Interskate 91 in the mall. OMG so much fun! I was falling foward and backward the whole time cause as much fun as I have I really can't skate very well, but phae is one smoooooth skater. I was incredibly impressed. Appearently he used to play street hockey, which I never knew.

Tue. Night was Natasha's B-day. She rented out Monkey Bar downtown. Free wine, beer, and some fancy drink that was vodka and cranberry and peach juice in a little bigger than a shot glass. And man that was delicious. Couldnt drink much though cause I had an interview the next day.

Today I had an interview at Best Buy. Hopefully they will call me back for a second one. And then Adam came over and we went over planning for our Serenity RPG, which will be running on Wed. nights, and I showed him what I have for footage so far for the video of the sci fi story he wrote.


I can't stop listening to the song Into The Ocean by Blue October. Its getting really bad. I think I'm addicted to it.

Yeah I know, I look disheveled hair in my face, phae's shirt on, not even bothering to put the corset on, and still holding the hanger.

I made the horns out of the tops of coke bottles and of couse duct tape, and attached them together into a headband by a piece of a wire hanger, that I then covered in duct tape. The hard part will be making a skirt or pants of some sort, cause that I would have to make out of duct tape fabric like the corset, which means lots of taping duct tape together, however I had a pattern for the corset, I don't have one for a skirt. I would just cover a cheap skirt from say wal mart with duct tape... but ducttape doesnt stick to fabric very well... so I guess I can't really cheat. Hoping to have it done in time for Purim, though I don't actually have a purim party to wear it to yet. Trying to convince my housemates we should throw one here.

Oh! and ding 66!