Build It

   Have you ever just had the feeling that you can build anything as long as you had the tools for it? Because for most of my life that is exactly how I felt. That is until I bought my self some Ikea furniture.  Let me tell you something. Ikea furniture was spawned from hell! I truly believe that who ever came up with the idea for Ikea wanted to see the world burn... Well one day I decided to act like a grown up and buy my self a dresser and another weird set of skinny drawers. So I find the furniture that will fit perfectly into my room and I drive happily over to the store to pick it up. My first problem was how heavy the boxes were! I swear each of them weighed about 80 lbs.
          I finally get them back to my house and take the boxes into my tiny room so that I can start building. At this time I was so excited to build something with my own two hands, I felt like a freaking superhuman! I don't know why it felt so awesome, but it did. So I open up the dresser boxes and began sorting out all of the different pieces of wood and metal, I was feeling like a boss. Well I actually began putting it all together and let me tell you what! I hate building things! I stabbed my finger with the screw  driver like 20 times, and yes I cried! I was so frustrated with the 10,000 screws that came with the damn thing! The Ikea booklet came with a picture of two people smiling, meaning that it required another person to help build it. Well I was on my own and I was miserable. Actual it took me about a week to build it because I would get so frustrated and angry with the thing that I would just give up and walk away. But when I finished the dresser I felt like a freaking boss!
           The next week I built another set of drawers. Again I smashed my fingers, but I managed to finish that set in about two hours. The problem with me is that sometimes I feel like I have the memory of a goldfish because I quickly forget how much I have hurt my hands and then I want to build something again. This is a sad cycle that I never seem to be able to get out of because about two weeks ago I built a garden in my back yard and ended up with a bunch of painful calluses on my hands. I have no idea what I will build next but I do know that I will probably end up hurt and I will most likely end in tears again. But at the end I will be a freaking super boss and I will feel so awesome that next week I will probably build something else and start the whole cycle over again.

The Sink

     Two things that should be known about where I live.
1. I live by a field and a canal so we do get mice, rats, and snakes in our house. (Eww)
2. I live in a house with only females
     Because my house is full of women our bathroom drains tend to get seriously clogged. My mother is a brave and resourceful woman who takes apart the bathroom drains and cleans every last hair out. Its disgusting and I tend to be in the opposite end of the house when she takes on that particular task.
     Well the other day I came home from school and as soon as I came in the door my mother was calling into the bathroom to look at something. I responded by telling her that there was nothing in the bathroom that I would want to come and see. She made me come in anyway. In her hands was a pink bucket and inside was a black clump. Well she was poking at it. Gross I know. Then she looked up at me and said.
   "We had a snake in our drain. Look at the snake skin"
I almost gagged and quickly left the bathroom. I do not understand how she was not disgusted by it. Motherhood I guess.
   So later that afternoon my little sister came home from school and my mom was showing her pictures of the snake skin.
My little sister looked at my mom and said. "That's not a snake skin, that's a decomposing snake."
I'm assuming that all of the soaps and fruity smelling products that washed down the drain on a regular basis hid the smell.
   I'm assuming the snake came from the field and found its way into our sewer and into our pipes.
Seriously, I am so grossed out by it... Just the thought of it dying while I was washing my face makes me nauseous.

The Stalking Chihuahua

So I have a pet chihuahua and I believe that he is plotting my death.

This story is a very short one because it is not yet finished.
So the reason that I believe that my chihuahua is plotting to kill me is because of how he behaves around me. When my family is home he always cuddles with me and whines for attention but when my family leaves he acts differently. I will be walking around my house minding my own business and doing whatever the heck that I usually do and then I will see my little dog. He will be in odd places watching me, around dressers or walls but always at a distance. He wont move when I call to him and just continues to stare at me. If its not creepy enough that he watches me from around corners and furniture but he always squints his eyes and it makes his adorable face look angry. He never wags his tail and he never comes when I call. Then my family comes home and we are best friends again. But as soon as they leave it goes back to the stalking and the death glares.
So he has to be plotting something, and naturally I believe that it is to kill me.

I Have a Ghost

Have you ever walked into an empty house and felt like you are being watched? Have you ever sensed that someone was standing next to you when you are in an empty room. How about when your things going missing when you know that you left them in a certain spot?

OH! You have? I guess that it seems like at least once in our short lives we experience the extra terrestrial.

Well lately I have become to feel like I have a ghost in my house. Not the haunting, evil, going to murder you in your sleep kind but more of the kind of ghost that seems to just simply exists. I guess it doesn't have any vendetta against my family because no one is dead.

Let me give you some of the evidence that has led me to believe that a ghost has taken up residence inside of my house.

Evidence #1
 It all started at the beginning of school. Every day my little sisters alarm would go off at 12:30 p.m.
That's not weird. You may think and I agree its not very weird.
Whats weird is that  it would randomly not beep at 12:30 and instead it would start around 12:04. I would have to go into the basement all by my self and turn it off. Opening the door to her dark room actually terrified me.

Evidence #2
My little sister used to come into my room in the morning, when we went to the same school, and we would do our hair and make up together. Since we don't go to school together any more and I now sleep in, she has no reason to be in my room and when she was done with school I was usually at work. Well the body length mirror that she and I used to spend our time in front of gets really dusty, and I'm to lazy to dust it off all the time. One day when I woke up I saw what looked like fingers dragged down through the dust of just a tiny part of my mirror. I totally understand if you are skeptical about this because it honestly could have easily been some one in my family. I don't even have full faith that it is the ghost. I just don't know who did it.

Evidence #3
Usually when I go to school I close my door. Its an old habit from when I had my dog Rex who would jump on the bed and rip the mattress. Well it was about two weeks ago that this incident happened. I was ready to go to school and I left my room, closing the door behind me. I went up stairs and said goodbye to my mom. She works from home often and happened to be home today. My other two sisters were gone, one being at work and the other at school. Well, I left and went to class like normal, after class I came home and grabbed my lunch. When I had  put together what ever I was going to be eating I brought my food into my moms office and sat on the couch so we could talk.
Into our conversation she stopped and said something weird.
"Guess what." She said.
I replied, asking "what?".
She then explained rather nonchalantly how when I was at school she heard my bedroom door open and then close.
I freaked and was like "It was the ghost! Ewwww it was in my room!"
She laughed it off and so did I knowing she didn't believe in it.
But I believe that the ghost did it.

Evidence#4
The other day I was getting ready for work, putting my make up on in front of the mirror in my room. Well the house phone started to ring. I happen to have one of the multiple house phones in my room and when I looked at the phone i freaked! It was the house phone calling the house phone!
Of course I didn't answer it! I was way too freaked to have a conversation with a ghost.
Now my little sister was home at the time so I naturally ran to her and tried to confront her about what I thought was her playing a prank. Well she had been playing a game on the Xbox and denied it, then she accused me of messing around. So I grabbed the phone from my room and scrolled to the caller ID and showed her that the house called us. After I went to work and told my coworkers I found out that it is actually impossible to call your phone from your phone. Naturally I went home and tried. All it does is give you a busy signal , with out the call going through. Obviously it was the ghost.

Evidence#5
This is the scariest story that I have.
So I was home alone sitting in my bedroom on my bed. The door was open and my dog sat on my lap sleeping. Well from the hallway came the sound of someone moving. It was quiet, and really only sounded like the whispering noise that clothes make when you move, mainly pants rubbing against each other when you walk. I am in the basement and the stairs leading up are next to my room.
So I hear the rustle of clothes and then it sounded like someone almost put their full weight on the bottom step of the stair. Well I could have just been imagined it but I didn't. My little dog had woken up and was staring at my wall. On the opposite side of the wall was the stairs where we heard the noise.
Suddenly I had a really sickening feeling that someone was looking in my room from the hall way. I was too scared to move for a minute, till finally I got the courage to jump off of my bed and close my door.
I know that all houses creak and make weird noises, but mine doesn't make sounds like some one is walking in my basement!

Evidence#6
Just last night my little sister and I were painting a book shelf. Well at four o'clock this morning everyone was woken by a huge bang. The bookshelf had fallen over. What I don't understand is why would it fall over at four in the morning? So my theory is that the ghost pushed it!


This is my evidence for the ghost living in my house. Believe it or not, because I don't care what you think about this! I know there is a ghost! He may not be evil or out to get us ghost but he is real.

Oh! I forgot to mention that in the place that I live in now, once had a suicide in it... Are you convinced?

The Hand

This story begins on a rainy evening as my little sister and I sat on the couch and watched the anime version of Romeo and Juliet. My older sister had come home and was sitting in our living room because our neighbor (who is also a mechanic) was working on her car. She had taken my car to work for the day I had been left home to while away in my boredom.

 On these particular days when I am bored, for the life of me I never seem to do anything productive; including making my own meals. So for dinner I had a glass of milk and an amazing sugar cookie. We had kept the window open so that the heavy rain could add its alluring sound to our movie. Well during our movie my oldest sister kept opening up the door to ask us a question or retrieve an object from the room, when she left she always left the door open!

You're probably thinking "Well would it really matter if the door was left open?" Well for one I live in a duplex, meaning that my house is split down the middle with a wall and other people live on the opposite side of that wall. So we try to be courteous and attempt to keep all movies, music, and singing from reaching the intensity of bothering my sweet neighbors. So naturally the TV was not turned up to loud. Again you probably think "Okay, but why can't she leave the door open?" Well my second reason is that outside of the room that we were currently residing in is our SWAMP COOLER. For those of you who don't know, swamp coolers are LOUD! Also because they really don't work all that well they never stop! It's a constant phshshshshshsh grrrrraaaaa pspspsspps. All. Day. Long. 

So now begins the truly terrifying story of what happened to me on a gloomy and rainy Monday night. My eldest sister opened the door again and asked us where the torch is. While I took a huge bite of my cookie my little sis told her that it was in our mothers’ room. Well again she turned away and DIDN”T CLOSE THE DOOR! At the exact same time my little sis and I yelled “DUUUUDE!!” This is the moment that it all happened. A big black hand reached into the room and closed the door. We both screamed that weird scream that you do when you have food in your mouth and you try not to have it all spill out onto your lap! Being that my house hold is made up of four white girls we are not accustomed to having random strangers in our house so when the hand that we both expected to be our sisters turned out to be a stranger, we freaked out. Well at the last moment before the door closed I saw his face. It was Jordan, my neighbor and best friend who lives across the street. His dad is the one who was fixing my older sisters car so it was natural for Jordan to be helping out, and he had come inside to ask for our flashlight.

We were so embarrassed when we finally finished screaming. When we finally came out of the room Jordan was talking to my sister and I was red in the face from trying to keep back my awkward laughter.

Well I’m and awkward person and I know it and at times like those I really show it.

My forced education is now complete...

The one spectacular moment that high school students have years to look forward to is graduation day. Well as the day drew near I realized that I didn’t want to graduate. Every one kept asking me if I was so excited and glad that it was finally all over with.  People who I don’t really know thought that they could now ask me my plans for the future and expect me to tell them everything.

When the morning came for my graduation I felt bored and really didn’t want to take the time to walk down the carpet and then listen to all the speakers. When the time came for me to put on my cap and gown everyone expected me to be so excited and nervous.   I still didn’t care…            I drove with my family to the building where my final moments of being a high school senior would be spent. When we got there we had to stand in line for about a half an hour and unfortunately all the girls were forced to where the white traditional gown instead of the green that the boys were so privileged to wear (I was envious of the boys robes).  Because the women had the white gowns we weren’t able to really sit on the floor and wait for our assembly line to move for fear of getting our gowns dirty.  Well when we began to gradually move I finally felt something. I had sick butterflies in my stomach; I guess I cared after all. Walking down the aisle was actually kind of fun, people were cheering and I had a cute boy walking by my side that I sort of knew.  Then we sat down and the speakers began their very annoying and boring talks. I kind of wish we could have just watched a slide show and been done with it. The chair was killing me and I was getting a head ache, come to find out my bra straps were too tight and I think they were restricting my circulation. Eventually we got to stand and receive  our diplomas then we were blessed enough to be able to shake our principles and the mayor’s hand.    I know lucky me...                                                                 

 Well finally it was over with and we the student body walked out, no longer students. As I saunterd out of the building I finally felt some relief that I was finally finished. As much as I hated the whole ceremony it really helped me to feel like my ties were cut with high school and that I was free to do whatever I liked. Plus afterwards I was able to receive gifts from my family… Heheh I really love presents!

I think if I could say one thing to the world I would request that they stop asking me what my plans are. Because I really just don’t know! Also its none of their damn business! One day I will figure out what I plan on doing, but till then I refuse pretend that I am something that I am not.

So there it is. I’m graduated. I’m clueless. I’m going to figure it out eventually.

The Cat Moving In

So I have a slight problem. There is this cat in my neighborhood and he keeps trying to get into my home. Because my dog is dead my little sister has been trying to bring in any animal that she can. Well a while back she brought this cat into my house, not very far, but still it came inside. While I thought that it was hilarious and so did my little sis. My mother on the other hand did not. She smiled for a little and reminded us that my older sister is allergic to cats, so sadly we gave up our giggle fits and helped put the cat out side. Often when I am getting out of my car and walking to my house the cat will come running up to me asking for a scratch behind the ears. He is super sweet and loves my family. But the sad truth is that he already has a family. In fact his family lives across the street and their son is one of my best friends. The cat really just wanders around the neighborhood, instead of staying at home, doing what ever a cat does.

This is where the story gets funny. Well Wednesday morning I was drove back from my Grandparents with my little sister. When we got home we ran inside and said hello to my family. Later I told my sis that we had to go and take our luggage out of the car. When she opened the door she screamed and jumped back. Of course I screamed because who doesn't when someone else does! Well as she jumped back, in came the cat acting as if he was a full fledged part of the family. We were both laughing hysterically and giving the kitty love because he was so adorable. Then of course my mom came and made us take him out. Well when we pushed him onto the doorstep he turned right around and bounded back in. Again we were dying of laughter. To someone else it probably wasn't even that funny, but I feel like I'm a person who is naturally inclined to laugh at stupid things. This happened a few times, we would push the cat out side and he would attempt to push his way back in. Eventually we were all out side and had managed to get the door shut. When we walked over to the car the cat followed at our heels meowing. When we were standing still he would purr and rub against our legs. This was seriously the best thing to happen to me because I felt along the lines of a Disney princess, because here was this cat following me around like I was the sunshine in its life. Okay that sounds really dramatic, but I was having a really good time with this adoring cat. It took my sister and I a little while to get our stuff out of the car because we hate to make more than one trip back out to get more stuff. So our arms were full of bags, blankets, and any other crap you would find in a car after a road trip. My mom had grabbed two suit cases and ran into the house to put them in the basement, where our rooms are. She doesn't have any problem with making more than one trip to get luggage. The cat by this time was walking along the side walk, just sorta chilling in my yard. Because my mom had her hands full she had left the front door open. I looked at the cat who was staring intently at my house. He looked at my little sister and I and then bounded up my front steps and into the house. I was literally tearing up I was laughing so hard. He was so adamant that he was going to be inside my house. My arms were full so my sister and I carefully walked back to the house, stopping often to that we could bend down and pick up something that had fallen. When we got to the front door I could see how far the cat had gotten. He looked so at home, he had almost made it all the way to my mothers office, which is quite a distance from the door, before she came back up stairs and took him out side. It was just the funniest thing that I had ever seen from a cat. He was so determined to come into my house and become friends with my family that I can't help but love him. I WANT HIM TO BE MINE!! I think I deserve him! He has obviously chosen the family that he wants to live with. So who am I to deny this cat his happiness?  I have also posted a pic of the lil kitty!