Premiers, Breakdowns, and Standards of Cleanliness

I feel so exhausted.  So incapable of doing anything.

I really hope this feeling is from the ear infection, because I’m quite sick of it.  It has been getting better with the infection, which lends a good case for increased activity in the future.  I just wish I could clean the house.  Our kitchen is a wreck, and my bedroom is even worse.

The TOK group (for those out of the know– a class in high school of mine that had about ten people in it; we all got very close and have reunions each summer) is getting together at our house TOMORROW, and I have done nothing to clean.  In fact, I made it worse this morning by making oatmeal pancakes.

I think part of it is the puppy.  He is very energy-consuming.  Cute, but energy consuming.

*falls asleep on keyboard*

I bought $110 dollars worth of clothes online the other day.  How many articles of clothing?  Three!  I hate how expensive women’s clothing is.  Granted, the articles were two pairs of jeans and a special designer bra thing, but seriously.  Why should I have to spend so much money on CLOTHES?!

I’m not used to pants wearing out so fast, either.  Ever since I stopped having a car, I have walked everywhere, and, as a result, my pants wear out really quickly.  Jeans?  Not cheap.  Thank goodness I got a gift certificate for my birthday.  Otherwise I wouldn’t have even tried to buy pants, and would instead futily patch up my falling-apart-at-the-seams pants.

Sandra called the other day.  As annoying as she can be sometimes, I really remember why she’s my friend.  She’s HILARIOUS.  She just rants about things so well.  "Rich people, blah blah blah," and I bust out laughing.  She definitely ranted about how much she dislikes camping (which for her is sleeping in a tent in someone’s backyard for a night, eating waffles in the morning, no joke), and it was just great.  What a funny kid.

I went over to my parents’ for dinner tonight, and Millie (their black lab mutt) attacked Porter.  Fucking dog.  She always attacks small dogs, and my parents DON’T BELIEVE ME.  My mom was even trying to defend her on this one.  I got really frustrated, but eventually Millie wound up getting tied up outside, which was fine with me.  It’s not that I don’t like the dog, I like her a lot.  I just don’t like her trying to attack my puppy.  Grrrr.  I told my mom she should try to get a dog handler to do some obedience training with Millie around small dogs.  My mom dismisses this and says that she doesn’t need it.  Whatever.  As long as Millie doesn’t get around Porter while he’s still little and as long as people aren’t yelling at me because of her, I’m fine.

I went to see the Transformers premier with my brother last night (his birthday present from me), and boy was that a headache.  My bedtime is about midnight, so getting up to do things then is… difficult.  Driving into the parking lot, I found that there were people by the gates asking for $1 for parking.  For movie premiers, the parking places have always been free, in my experience, so I argued with them, having been scammed by something similar several years ago.  They didn’t have ID or anything official, they were just able to push the button to make the gate go up (something I can do from my car, thank you).  Who knows if they were for real or not.  I just gave up and paid them.  Whatever.

There were SO MANY people at the premier.  I almost had a panic attack going in.  It was ridiculous.  Walls and walls of people.  I made a B-line for our theatre and sat promptly in my seat.  Aaaah, personal space.  Still very loud, and still much too stimulating, though.  I don’t know how I didn’t have a breakdown.

The movie was…  really good.  If you don’t care about plot structure, character development, or acting.  If you like giant robot battle sequences, this movie is for you.  If you look for other qualities in your movies, this movie is not for you.

Got out of the theatre at 2:30 in the morning.  The movie was definitely too long.  I almost fell asleep during the climax.  There’s only so much giant robot battling this chica can take.  Thank God I know the tricks of the parking garage (don’t follow the signs for parking, always follow the signs for the exit right off the bat; you will always find a parking spot, and you’re much closer to the exit when you’re ready to leave), and it only took us about 10 minutes to get out.  There were cars lined up for ages behind us, though.

Did I mention that I had one of the worst headaches ever thoughout all of this?  Ever since leaving my house, through the movie and everything.  (A large part of the reason that I didn’t enjoy the movie that much; it was very exciting, I just really needed something mellower and more thought-provoking.)  So I drove my brother home (borrowed the parents’ car for this), and somehow managed to get back to the house.  Bryan was still up, because he said he’d wait for me.  🙂  The sweetie.  He didn’t expect me to get back at 3am, but he stayed up anyway.

At this point my head was pretty much cracking open, and I really really didn’t want to be alone (still slightly panicked from the massive amounts of people; I don’t do well in crowds, if you couldn’t tell), so I slept over in his room.  Poor Porter didn’t like that at all.  As soon as he woke up and realized I wasn’t there, he started crying and crying and crying (which is audible through the floor into Bryan’s room, Bryan being situated above me).  Of course, I can’t let him out when he’s crying, because it will reinforce the behavior, so we have to sit and wait for this.  (Or, in this case, lie and wait, as we were both in his bed.)

This is when I had my actual breakdown, carried over from last night.  I started panicking because I didn’t know what to do with the puppy (at least, that’s what triggered the attack), and blah blah blah, and I was really frustrated because I couldn’t talk correctly.  (Sometimes when I get really upset, my "talker" breaks, and I wind up spewing nonsense instead of what I’m trying to say.  It’s really frustrating, which doesn’t help the original frustration at all.)  Fortunately sign language works about 50% of the time that my talker breaks, so eventually I can get my point across to Bryan, even if there’s a ton of mis-communication due to flailing (the other 50%), incorrect vocabulary (on both our parts), and a huge need for fingerspelling.

Whatever.  Eventually Porter stopped crying, Bryan took him out to potty and get breakfast, and my voice started working again.  No biggie.  Everything’s all better now.

I don’t think I’ll go to another movie premier in a long time.  At least not for something popular.

(This is where she remembers that her family already has tickets to the next Harry Potter premiere, and she smacks herself in the face)
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So, let’s see.  I think I mentioned here in one point that I had created a DnD world, and was hoping to DM it soon.  That never happened.  But it will!  Bryan, Kevin and Stuart are all getting together with me on Friday, and we’re going to go over the world so that they can create characters.  Now that I have time to do things and all.  It just wasn’t feasible during the school year, especially with the copious amount of sickness that grabbed me by the throat.

So, that’s exciting!  I need to refine a lot of stuff about my world and get it ready in time, but that should be a lot of fun.  It’s going to be my main project tomorrow, aside from cleaning my bedroom.  My project tonight is to clean the kitchen, and seeing as how it’s already ten pm, it’ll probably be a good idea to get a move on that.  So, I’m going to log off, put the puppy to bed, and then get started on that.

It’s amazing how refreshed one can feel after just sitting down to write.
(Side thought on that note:  I’m considering re-starting a novel that I tried to write several years back.  There are some glaring flaws, and the plot kind of sucks, but the general idea is good, and I think it would be good for me to have a creative project over the summer, anyway.  This is something that I’ve wanted to do for a long time.  I’m not really sure if I want to commit to it or not, though.  We’ll see.  Right now I’m thinking about it really positively.  It would be good for me, for sure.)

Tootles!
   ~Addie