Melodramatic? Me:No! Ok well maybe a little.

Well where do I start? I have spent 2 weeks with Yeti. I've had a blast!, but I'm kind of ready to go home. Not to mention I have a damn cold! Which is straight up bullshit! I hate being sick dammit! Hold that thought must pee! (5 minutes later) Ok where was I oh yeah sisters, sick, and where was I going with this? Oh that's right Melodrama. I am what you could call a drama queen. I take everything seriously and often think the worst, so I tend to freak out a little more than someone should. OMG! I CAN'T FREAKING BREATH OUT OF NOSE! My life is full of melodrama. I could be happily going about my day something, minuscule happens and my mind instantly goes oh my god I'm going to die or they're going to die, or I get a slew of what if's. I constantly second guessing myself , and I'm sometimes closed off from saying whats on my mind. Not only am I a pessimist, I'm also passive. I would rather keep my mouth shut than argue and fight with someone. Unless you go after my family. and if that happens it's on! So anyway back to my point.(I have no clue as to what it is yet, but ah deal with it.) I have been babysitting my nephew because I haven't grown up yet and got a real job (I'm just bullshitting, I'm in between jobs right now. Which is a decent way of saying I got fired from a fucking shit hole company through the fucking mail and now I'm currently on the hunt.) and in turn of me babysitting I get to stay at Yeti's and she pays my phone bill. So that being said we go into melodrama number 1 (I don't know if I was being melodramatic or my mother was you be the judge) I had to break down and borrow money from my mom. After I picked the money up from my house, I got a phone call later that night. It was my mom. We were chit chatting and she comes out with "Your not spending that money are you?" REALLY MOM?! I got insta-pissed and retorted back with the exact statement I just made. She comes back with "Well I know you don't always use your head with some things." Wow thanks for the trust. I'm 25 fucking years old I don't need a babysitter to tell how to spend my money. (Of course the cash went to my bills because I have no other way of paying them.)

After that conversation I hadn't spoke to my mom in a week give or take a couple days. Then we started talking on the phone and that was ok. I seen her the next day and we were fine. I was still pissed off but I let it go. Melodrama number 2: Ok here's a little explanation, My Brother-in-law and I have a love hate relationship. You can tell when we are getting fed up with each other. Because everything I try to tell him something, even when I KNOW I'm right. He denies it and I'm apparently wrong. Even if I have the damn answer right in front of his face I'm still wrong (Boy does that get on my nerves!) Anyways, He had said something I can't even remember what it was but it really pissed me off. (See melodramatic lol)He does it to me all the time I should be used to it. Yet it still pisses me off every time. Now I'm running out of things to write, I think my brain just went into autopilot. I have pretty bad insomnia and it's now quarter after 5 in the morning and I'm finally getting tired. Well now I'm banging my head against the wall trying to figure out what else to type. Oh that reminds me did you know banging your head against a wall burns 150 calories an hour? Yeah that's right I'm losing weight trying to think of something to write. Oh fuck it I'm going to bed. If I can even sleep because I still can't breath out of my nose! If I sleep on my back I'll drown from my snot. hahaha gross I know right!

Until Next Time.

Shay's Crazy Mundane Life.

My Adventures With Yeti!

Ok my sister is probably going to kick my ass for this, but oh well. So I call my sister Yeti for reasons I will leave unknown. When Yeti and I are together we generally always have fun. Sometimes there can be drama, but that’s comes with every sibling on the planet. The saying “We love to hate each other.” Comes into play. That’s because no matter how much you care about someone they are still and probably always will at some point piss you off.  The relationship and bond I have with Yeti (HAHAHA That’s never going to get old) is extremely strong. Some people don’t understand it, hell neither do I sometimes. We would be anywhere and do anything for each other. They say you only get one true best friend in life and Yeti is mine. Well, after all that sappiness.  My adventures with Yeti consist of random acts of craziness, laughter, arguments, and random sentences that don’t make sense. (Mainly on my part.) One time we decided to go to our friendly local Wal-Mart. As we were walking through the parking lot. Ok before I tell you this story keep in mind. I am EXTREMELY klutzy. I can trip over air for Christ sakes! Ok now picture if you will, Yeti, our sister, and I walking in the parking at night. (Yes I know they have lights out there and you can clearly see where you are going.) Yeti and sis are walking ahead of me. When my body decided that it was going to throw me on the ground. I’m walking along talking (which I apparently can’t do both at the same time.) I fall for no reason! You may say “Well, Did you trip over something?” No there was nothing there. Or “Shoelace maybe?” Nope shoes were completely tied. I tripped literally over fucking AIR! So I fall, roll and jump right back up like nothing happened. Now my 2 sisters are laughing so hard I thought they were going to piss themselves. That’s funny moment 1 of a million. I have a couple more I will share with you regarding my ridiculously klutzy self. I broke my ankle on Christmas morning, by jumping around my living room like an idiot. Yeah that’s right JUMPING. (I told you I was a klutz, I think I deserve a crown damn it!) Another time, Yeti was driving I was in the back seat on the phone. Ok hold on; let me tell you a little about the car so you can get a visual. This car, not only was it a hoop D but it was a fucking 2 door. So you had to lift the seat belt to get in and out of the back seat. I’m sitting in the back seat on the phone. (Seems like a pattern right? I can’t multi-task for shit!) We get to our destination. Everybody gets out; my chubby ass tries climbing over the seat belt rather than lift it and go under it to get out. The devil seat belt wraps itself around my foot somehow, and I tumble out of the car, land flat on my face and still managed to keep the phone to my ear. How I do these things I will never know. Yeti’s part in this whole situation was to stand there and laugh uncontrollably. You would think the loving wonderful yeti sister she is would help me up right? Nope she stood there and laughed for 5 minutes. I can’t blame her I would have probably done the same thing so eh.  Like I said when we are together there are a lot of laughs and silly looks and squish faces. (The squish face is achieved when you are laughing so hard you have no control over the look on your face. Giving you the squished up look, because your cheeks are trying to touch the ceiling. And your eyes will not stay open more than a small slit.) Those are just a few of the random adventures with Yeti and I. My sister has helped make me who I’ve become as an adult and a person. Without her I am not me. We’ve had our up and downs, but who doesn’t? She’s the one I run to when I need someone to listen, help, or just cure me of my boredom.  I know I can always count on her. I mean our relationship is by no means perfect. I’ve pissed her off and she has pissed me off. (HAHAHA I pissed off a Yeti, Who can honestly say that?) Well being this has been particularly long winded blog and it had its moments of pure sap. I think I’m going to end it and find something to do.

Until next time.

Shay’s Crazy Mundane Life.

What's in a blog? A blog written by any other person would still read as sweet.

Ok, so it's been about a week give or take since I posted my last blog. Well like I said in the blog before the blog, I had a job interview on Monday. I believe it went well, yet I haven't heard anything back from them so I don't really know. I didn't know whether I would be funny, goofy, or whatever in this blog. I guess I'm just going to sit here and type and see what comes out. I started babysitting my nephew again, and let me say everyday with this little boy is.... interesting? lol He can make me smile, scream, laugh and be pissed off all at the same time. That's with any little kid though, but unlike any other, this little guy has a very strong hold on my heart. I would do anything for him. He's my little sunshine! Now with that being said he's also my little shit! I was still sleeping one morning this week. Low and behold Monkey (my nickname for him)was wide awake, because he decides he needs to be up at the butt crack of dawn every morning. So as I'm peacefully off in dreamland. Monkey must have decided he was going to turn himself into a tiny tornado of terror. I woke up because I could hear him babbling in his little monkey language, and it sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. So I pop my eyes open and there's monkey in the kitchen, holding the broom and smiling at me. I get up to see what he's doing, grab him out of the kitchen and bring his little butt back out in the living room. (which was a complete disaster) Before I investigated the damage in the kitchen. When I was getting him out of the kitchen I could hear a buzzing like noise. I went back in to see how bad it was and to figure out what the damn noise was. Turns out he had turned the microwave on. (God knows how long it had been running for.) All I could smell was burnt popcorn. I shut the microwave off and went back into the living room. Monkey was playing with his toys, that were scattered all over the living room. We sang the clean up song (Well I sang, he monkey babbled.) and picked the house up. 15 minutes later it was trashed again. If you look up Tiny Tornado of Terror in the dictionary you will see a picture of my nephew. Oh this is going to be random but oh well! My blog remember! I love staying with my sister. She can make my shitty days get so much better! She is always there when I need her. If i just need someone to cry and whine to she's there to listen and tell me to suck it up, When I'm acting spoiled or kind of dumb. I really don't know what I would do without her. I love her to death and would do anything for her as she would with me. I can't really complain about my life as I have it pretty good. I have my family, a great guy that I talk to everyday (No, not a boyfriend. maybe sometime in the near future.), a roof over my head and my health. If I need anything I know who I can count on and who I can't. The only downside is I don't have a job right now. I feel like a mooch a lot. I'll find a way through it, I always do! I really don't know where I want this blog to go, so I'll probably be jumping around a lot on different topics. I have so many things running through my mind it's hard to stay on just one or even write them out on here. I have to keep some things to myself. I have a lot of aspirations and dreams I would like to pursue, but I don't have the means to try them or even start them. As you can tell I like to write. I do poems, songs all sorts of things really. I was thinking maybe journalist or something. but (Mouth fart noise.) it probably won't happen, another reason for these blogs. I can get my writing bug out of my system every time it bites me. I love music, I can literally have a song for every emotion, thought or whatever I have going on to relate to. I attempt to teach myself guitar on occasion. I would eventually like to master it if not master it come pretty damn close. Another aspiration is I want to learn to tattoo and pierce. Don't really know how that one will go. I keep on keeping on lol. Yeah I'm running out of ideas. Slowly but surely this blog will turn into incessant babbling, if it hasn't already. I should probably start thinking of ideas for blogs before I sit down and decide to type my little heart out. That way I can make a little sense or hell even a point. Well as I am running out of things to write and this blog has been kind of sappy.  I will abruptly end it here.




Shay's Crazy Mundane Life.

Prequel: I Think Yes!

This is the blog before the blog. Ok so where do I start? Especially after my long rant about the movie earlier. Well my day started fairly early at around 12:30 this morning. See I have trouble sleeping at night, but that's not the direction this blog is going so that's the only explanation you get! Anyways I played around on the internet mindlessly for a few hours and decided to start my very own blog. I had an interview for a job after my months long battle with looking for employment. The interview went well, I'm pretty sure I have the job. All that's left is waiting for my background check to come back. So after all that wonderful excitement I find myself back at in my house staring at the same 4 walls, Like I do day in and day out. So I decide I'm going to play some Call of Duty:MW3. I start the game and start waiting patiently for my online friends to come on so we can kick some ass. I waited 15 minutes and gave up. I began a sporting game of domination by myself. The first team of people I started couldn't shoot their way out of a wet paper bag. When that round was over I moved on. The next group wasn't much better than the last, but yet I stayed with it and gave the team a chance. I found how truly pissed off the people playing this game can make me. I rage quit about 10 minutes later and went on to the next. Now this team was fantastic, working together to achieve a common goal (Annihilate the opposing team). Just as I'm getting used to the guns and game play (It's been a couple months) I get kicked so now I'm extremely pissed off and become determined to blow shit up. I rush in guns blazing and low and behold I get snipered in the face! That's it! I give up fuck this game! I shut down my xbox and walked away.
Which brings me here blogging about random nothingness. (Is that even a word?) If I'm boring you, Remember the title of my Blog is Shay's Crazy MUNDANE Life. Maybe I'll read or something. I need to find away to occupy my time. Ahhhh why is my life so boring? Oh before I do go,  I leave you with a question. What is with backstabbing 2 faced people that are supposed to be your friends? Ok let me break this down a bit for you. A friend who I shall not name, She decided to talk shit about me to another friend of mine and of course that friend told me. (Now I know a dog that carries a bone, will bring a bone. Blah blah blah) Now I confronted said shit talking friend and of course the whole situation was immediately denied. What was funny to me was I never once said who had told me about the shit talker. Yet the shit talker knew exactly who said it. Sounds a little fishy right? Yeah I thought so too. So after being confronted said shit talker got pissed off and kind of made a big deal out it. If it wasn't true why make a big deal out of it? Just let it go, If you didn't say anything say no and move on. Don't get pissed off and try arguing with the person that confronted you, your just going to make yourself look suspicious.  I think that's pretty much all I have to rant about for now. I should probably go to bed before I pass out and all you will get then is a jumble of letters something along these lines: as;kjfh;/eyhguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughan;SWWWWWWWWWWWr
Ok that's out of my system yep it's definitely sleepy time! Until next time.

Shay's Crazy Mundane Life.

Sucker Punch: WHAT!?

Ok, This is my very first blog. So without further ado let the crazy commence. So I just watched the movie Sucker Punch for like the 5th time and I still don't fucking understand it! I have analysed it over and over again and have to come to the conclusion the writer had no fucking idea what he wanted to go on. So he must have thought to himself, "These all sound like great ideas! So let's just jumble all of them together and see how many people we can confuse the shit out of by doing this." Yeah that's exactly what he must have thought. Let me just say first that I do really like the movie. The action and fighting sequences are awesome, but it has me arguing with myself about what the hell is going on in it. The movie starts off with "Sweet Pea" narrating the opening scene then goes to a scene where they introduce "Baby Doll" and shows what aspects and catastrophes happen to get her put on lock down in a mental ward. No big deal right? Sounds like it's going to be the same old run of the mill action/drama film right? Well, you actually get into the movie and in the first 20 minutes it completely mind fucks you into oblivion! You have no idea what's going on, who's who, what's what and just are all around confused. Now like I said earlier (before my tyrade) I have analysed this movie over and over again, and I can not come to a damn conclusion as to what this movie is about. At first I was thinking, "Ok, She (Baby Doll) is going into different realities to escape the one she's in." but then the 2 (out of the 3) realities are blending together. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" 
Then I thought maybe it's not Baby Dolls imagination at all. Maybe it's Sweet Pea's because after all she started the opening scene by narrating. So maybe she just made all this stuff up in her mind, and Baby Doll and the other characters are just parts of herself. Sounds good right? Yeah about that. After thinking the latter option of the movie for a while. I watched it again and came to the realisation that my earlier conclusion didn't make sense. Why? Because at the end, if it truly was Sweet Pea's crazy ass dreaming all this stuff up, Why the hell would they show Baby Doll getting a lobotomy at the end. IT MAKES NO FREAKING SENSE! I just don't get it. I read that the writer/director left it open to interpretation only because if he would of kept some of the scenes and dialogue (which in my opinion were absolutely fucking crucial to understanding this damn movie) he would of lost his goal PG-13 rating. Really dude? Bite the damn bullet and go for the "R" rating. That way everybody who is confused as hell (like I am) will understand whatever your trying to get across with the movie.

Ok so now that I have ranted I feel slightly better. On completely different note it's 4:30 in the morning. I should be asleep rather than bitching incessantly about a movie that no one gives a rip about. If you think this blog is stupid, why did you make it this far? You should have stopped reading like 2 paragraphs ago. HAHAHAHA I have sucked you into my madness! I can tell your struggling to look away, but you just can't can you? Well if you enjoyed this (or didn't for that matter, I don't really care.) There more than likely will  be another blog tomorrow or the next day. It all depends on if I have the ambition to sit down and write things that do or don't make sense.

Thanks for reading! Hope it gives you some amusement, if it don't ah you'll find another blog to criticize

Shay's Crazy, Mundane Life.