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25 - Out Takes and Mistakes
2010-Jul-06, Tuesday 10:51 amPretty much exactly what it sounds like. A collection of mistakes and out takes from my previous videos...all in the spirit of making you laugh. :) Please do enjoy ...
Pretty much exactly what it sounds like. A collection of mistakes and out takes from my previous videos...all in the spirit of making you laugh. :) Please do enjoy ...
A Very Slothful Christmas =^..^=
2007-Dec-20, Thursday 11:39 amI need days off from my days off! That isn’t even fair...The weekend...it wasn’t bad really. In fact it passed as most weekends do. Unfortunately, very little can prepare for all that can (and will) happen when the ‘Mouto-chans come to town.
Monday didn’t go quite how I thought it would. Scamp and I ended up cleaning most of the day and Chibi didn’t make an appearance till after 6. I had “cooked” Potstickers and Ragoons ^..^ so we had a nice meal. She told us that she had to be ready to leave around 10:30 the next morning for an appointment at 11, so I made sure to call Reiko and left messages on her voice mail. We talked a bit between things, and ended up doing more watching TV than anything. A funny event came when there was something on TV about seeing someone in a vision, and Chibi said, “Well that sounds like a bad romance novel...” to which I looked at her and promptly flipped her off. Those of you who don’t know the premise of my book, won’t see why that’s funny, but it cracked Scamp up.
We stayed up late (much later than I’m accustomed to) watching the first season of Supernatural (which, Chibi has yet to finish even now). We watched up to Hell House – 1.17, and by then it was 3 a.m. and I was exhausted. I told them I was going to bed and they should, too, since we had to wake up at 8ish. Of course, they didn’t actually go to sleep. They probably didn’t stop talking till 4 =..= I was not a happy psycho bunny.
During this time, I tried to get to sleep but couldn’t. At one point I had to go to the bathroom, so I got up and went to go down stairs. Of course, Chibi and Scamp’s excited talking came to a halt and Scamp yelled out “I see whiteness!” and Chibi yells out “She looks like a ghost!”. These statements accompanied mass hysteria, with the girls going on and on about how I was glowing and eventually collapsing into giggles. I ignored this, with disgruntled amusement, and just went to the bathroom. While I’m in the bathroom, I hear whispering (which wasn’t covered up very well) and then a long series of loud thumps. I quickly realize that it isn’t, in fact, a herd of wild wildebeest going up my stairs (that’d just be crazy!) but it’s Chibi and Scamp going up my stairs into my room (where they have no business being! ^..^). So I get out of the bathroom and turn on the upstairs light, and sure enough, they’re frozen in my bed, as if caught red handed. They though they’d “sneak up” and then surprise me when I got back upstairs...I guess they forgot that my hearing is great and my bedroom and stairs are directly above my bathroom.
The next morning, I woke up around 8 and went down stairs to make coffee. I wasn’t quiet but I wasn’t loud ether since the girls needed to wake up too. I fixed my breakfast and then Scamp fixed hers and finally Chibi dragged herself off the air mattresses and made hers. We talked a little bit and then watched one more episode of Supernatural (Something Wicked – 1.18). Reiko called at some point saying that her new boyfriend, whom I shall call J10, had a job interview and they probably wouldn’t make it till 3. Of course, Chibi had to leave at 10:30, but she said she might be able to make it back for 6.
After Chibi left, I honestly don’t remember much. I know I tried to go back and take a nap...though I can’t say if I succeeded, because while I “napped” it felt like I was still awake and aware of everything. But I woke up around 12 and I was just as tired…so I determined that it wouldn’t help me to take a nap. So…I had a Mountain Dew. That woke me up better than any cup of coffee could. Scamp and I didn’t do much other than watch TV after that till around 2ish. I decided to throw the lasagna into the oven so that it’d be ready when Reiko got there. Of course, it was ready long before she got there and was a little cooled…which, I suppose is better than raging hot.
After opening her gifts (which I hurried her through, because by then we only had five minutes left on the DVD Camcorder), J10 decided he wanted to try running up the walls of my house…which sounded so bizarre, I agreed. We all went out and watched him run at the house and try to get as far as he could. Then he grabbed the side of the house…and the metal rim sliced through two of his fingers, cutting him really deep. Blood was gushing, Reiko was freaked, J10 wasn’t that bothered by it…well, other than the pain. So we go inside and wash the cuts out. I hike over to my parents place and they’re just arriving so I ask for peroxide. I grab a huge thing of peroxide and bring it back, repeatedly drenching his fingers in them. The ring finger didn’t look so bad, but the middle finger was really bad. We wrapped them, and he kept his arm elevated. He had some beef jerky, and I suggested beer for the blood loss, but he said that beer didn’t really work that it was wine that would help with blood...so, now I’m confused. But oh well. They hung out for a little while longer, and we got a call from Chibi’s mom saying that they had to have dinner with some family or something, and she wouldn’t be here till 9. So, Reiko and J10 begged us to go to their new place...which is in Hammond…which is a little over an hour away. We mulled over it a while, and called Chibi to see if she could make it any sooner and then just go with us…only to find that Chibi was sleeping…and her mom couldn’t wake her. So the answer was basically no. So we told them we were going to Harahan, so not to come tonight. She called later to say that she’d come over for a little while Wednesday night. So we left, but not before stopped by Reiko’s parents place to make sure she had all her stuff.
The ride over was…uh…eventful but quiet really. Well, quite when you consider who was in the car. Reiko drives at excessive speeds, going 80 in 55 MPH zones and 90 on the interstates. Of course, I haven’t had my tires aligned in a while, so as soon as I get over 75 MPH, my car starts to shake a little. And then there was the one guy who had some serious road rage when Reiko passed him. He wouldn’t let me pass at all, so we ended up letting him go around or something. It was weird. I gotta say that was a long car ride, but mostly because we were quiet. I had things like Mortal Kombat: Annihilation playing on the radio really loudly, so it wasn’t like it was all quiet. Just…we were. We got there around 8ish...and their house is really cool. I almost wish I’d brought the camera.
We stayed over for a while, enjoying the banter between Reiko & J10 and Chimera’s antics after being exposed to catnip. We left around 10. Aside from one mishap, we got home right as rain. Of course, by then it was after 11 and was exhausted. I showered and ate a little bit then crashed. 5:30 always comes early. I got ready in a haze and took a Mountain Dew with me…after discovering it’s magical powers, I decided to keep a bottle on hand for rough mornings ^..^ I got through work and went home. I gotta say, after all that activity, it made me really miss my parents. Mom had a nice meal made and we had Mr. Harvey over for supper. We ate and talked a bit and then Scamp and I went back to the Nexus. I showered and then we talked and waited for Chibi to show. We talked a little when she got there, but she wanted to see more of Supernatural so we finished off the 5th disc. So there are only 2 episodes left! I told her, “By the time you’re ready for the second season, I’ll have the fourth on DVD….Which, I suppose, works out really well!” Chibi’s mom came and got her around 11 and we said our goodbyes. I promised not to die before I wrote my book so she could see me again ^..^
Damn…that’s a big entry. But that’s what I’ve been doing and all the eventful things. I’m sure if I’ve missed anything, Scamp will comment on it…as soon as she gets home that is. I can’t wait till Friday just so I can sleep in again on Saturday =..=. But, I guess that’ll be all for now. Later, Sunshines.
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LJ Idol, Season 3, Post 3 - Dare to Dream
2007-Feb-05, Monday 12:24 pm2/9/2007 EDIT: 
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LJ Topic: “My Biggest Mistake and What I Hope that I Have Learned From it"
Hmm. What a loaded topic. How do you approach something like that?...and more importantly, what is my biggest mistake? I’ve never been the type to rehash problems or mistakes. You make mistakes, you learn from it and you move on letting the wound heal in due time; a good motto really considering I’m the obsessive type that’d just as soon beat my own self down before anybody else. Not only that but my memory isn’t worth ash, so even when I do make mistakes, I tend to forget not long after. Then there’s the fact that my life is over-all mundane and what mistakes I do make don’t really impact the dullness of it.
So...should I talk about my horse Rocky, and how I agreed to sell him because my bouts with the endometriosis were making it impossible to ride him and give him the proper attention he needed? No. That wasn’t really a mistake. He went on to greener pastures, even if I couldn’t ride. Perhaps I should talk about believing the local doctors for over three years when they said it was all in my head, then seeing a specialist and finding out my condition was actually worsening...no. Too self-righteous. I think I’m beginning to see why this topic is one that I find hard to write on...my mistakes are not mistakes, only difficult lessons. It felt terrible to sell Rocky after growing attached to him and loving him for so long, but it was the right thing to do. He was wasting away in a pasture, doing nothing but being fed and eating grass all day long. The same with my doctors. They’re doctors, they should be smart enough to know when something’s wrong, no? But they let me down by closing their minds and assuming that if they could not find something, there must be nothing wrong. I learned to listen to myself, to trust myself and to pay more attention to who I’m confiding my trust to.
But I don’t want it to seem as though I’m trying to cop out of the subject. So I’ll write about mistakes and what I’ve learned. But haven’t I already? Is this enough, typing out that these were mistakes and that I don’t view them as such?…I’ll throw in one more, just to be certain.
When I graduated from High School, I debated for a while as to what I should go to college for. I had to go to college; my brother didn’t and my parents have ragged on it every sense. Not going to college would disappoint them and make them feel as though they’d failed at raising two children. But like many young people, I had no idea what it was that I should be going for. Should I pursue something that would flourish my writing and allow me to better write my book? …No, that would be entirely too risky. What if I didn’t get anywhere with it and ended up wasting the money? OK. Web design. I’ve always enjoyed graphic and web design, and I’ve never had a degree for it so that I could do it professionally. Certainly that would be something worthwhile. No...risky again and besides that, Nichols (the closest official college) is a very expensive school. I don’t want to pay an arm and a leg for something like that, a field that I may never succeed in. So, I investigated the local community college. Their equipment wasn’t as good, and they didn’t have quite as many options, but still! I could study Office Systems and Accounting, earn some sort of Business Degree and then I’d at least have a fall-back. Something that I could always use…but certainly something I didn’t want to do for the rest of my life. 2+ years later, I earned my Associates Degree in Office Systems Technology...I’ve been working at this little desk job, a job my degree provided for me. And all the time I keep saying “If I could go back to school for something like writing or web design, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
Perhaps having this degree under my belt was a good idea. Perhaps it will help me in the future…but the time it took to get it could’ve been used to further my dreams. I should’ve trusted myself or at least been willing to take the risks. But I didn’t want to burden my parents should the financial situation get out of hand, and I was too afraid to fail them (and myself). Failure is a part of life. Everyone does it (and I can say that without feeling cliché). And we all deal with it and walk away with something more. Sure, you may have failed, but you still have something more than what you came with. I learned something else while at this desk job, filing, copying, taking phone calls, and organizing mail...yes. I can be content with this. It’s something I can do and that I do well...But it isn’t fulfilling. It doesn’t pressure me, it doesn’t challenge me, and it doesn’t satisfy me. In its own way, it smothers me. I can’t write because all of my efforts are devoted to this job. I’m tired at the end of the day, and I’m not strengthening the very skills that make me me. Perhaps the biggest thing I’ve learned from this…is not to be afraid. I’m going to fail at some things. It’s inevitable. But I shouldn’t be afraid of that, or if I am, I shouldn’t let that paralyze me.
In the future (once I’ve accomplished many other goals), I hope to be able to go back to college for the things I love to do. Maybe I will fail at them...but if I do, at least I can say that I dared to dream.
