drive-in movie

Last night Alex and I took the fiesta and we went to see a drive-in movie.

I hadn't seen a drive-in movie in years, so it was really fun. We drove up to the theatre "The Valley 6" and literally felt like we'd gone back in time to the 50's or something. Everything is really old fashioned looking and so different from the regular movie-going experience. We got there way too early (drive-in movie noobs) and my fiesta was the only one in the lot for awhile while the sun was still up.


You had to pull up to one of those weird post things and attach the cable to your antenna so that you could get a good signal on AM station 650... apparently this is a really old school way to run a drive-in theatre, but I like having the whole experience. It was cool.

There was a concession stand with overpriced snacks and old arcade games, and 6 different theatres showing movies! Alex and I saw Star Trek, which was surprisingly really good, albeit a little confusing.

After the movie I was trying to find the exit and was driving all around when this guy stopped us and was like "bathroom or exit?" Sheepishly I said exit and he pointed directly behind me. I then had what was one of the most terrifying experiences of my manual-car-driving life. To get out of the theatre area, you had to drive over one of those things with the spikes where it's fine if you go the correct way, but if you try to go the wrong way over it, it will puncture your tires.

This was all well and good except for the fact that just a few feet past it I had to stop before turning out on the main road, and all of this happened on a rather steep hill. So where I already freak out having to start on a hill for fear of rolling backwards, HERE I was freaking out about having to start on a hill for fear of rolling backwards onto SHARP POINTY SPIKES THAT WOULD POP MY TIRES.


....I made it, eventually. xD

But yeesh. Talk about learning by pressure.



Another picture of my car looking completely futuristic and out of place in the most old-fashioned looking establishment I've ever been.

the tonys and blacking out.

Eia and I are sitting in her room watching the Tonys. I have never really cared about them all that much before, but Brian Yorkey, a playwright from our area who has done a number of productions at our little theatre in Issaquah (Village Theatre) was nominated for loooads of Tonys for "Next To Normal", which actually debuted as an Original show at our theatre, so of course we're watching dilligently for him and for all the fun in between performances from shows.

Next To Normal won best original score and Brian did a shout out to Village and we cheered like dorks. It's been fun. :)

Also, Eia and I were VERY skeptical of whatever this new show "Rock of Ages" is, but as soon as the main guy started flirting with Liza Minelli in the audience and then the entire cast broke out into an insane version of Don't Stop Believin'... well, now we want to see it. Maybe.


In other news, I left work early today (after just 3 hours) because while chatting with a woman at the subscription table, my vision starting clouding and I broke out in a cold sweat and collapsed into the chair behind me before completely blacking out for about 20 seconds. I have no idea why it happened or what's wrong, but nothing like that has ever happened to me before and it was really scary. Liz came and picked me up and took me to get food, and then about an hour later I (very carefully) drove home. I... can't explain it. I hope it doesn't happen again. :(



Lastly, I just love that I can log on to facebook and see things like this on my newsfeed:


:D

Bookmarks.

If I could only convey to the world how many books I own.

I own every Babysitter's Club book.
I own every Goosebumps book.
I own an alarming amount of Sweet Valley books, and other random series I picked up on like Amber Brown, Amelia (those diary books), Georgia Nicolson, and a smattering of novels about Full House. I have books from my asian phase (Chinese Cinderella, Ties that bind, ties that break, Joy Luck Club) books from my phase where I read a lot of books about people dying (Car acccidents, Leukemia, everything), books from my phase where I read books about British girls as opposed to American girls like usual, books from my phase where I read modern adaptations of fairy tales.... AND THEY'RE ALL STILL HERE, IN MY ROOM, IN STACKS AND BOXES.

I just found a copy of the book "The year my life went down the loo" (from the British phase I suppose) and in it was a homemade bookmark that had my name, address, phone number, and a drawing I did of some flowers. The bottom was signed in marker, "Kristina Horner, age 12".


Sometimes I really wish I was more like I was when I was 12. That's adorable.

4th grade Kristina.

I'm a little embarrassed of this....


That's me in 4th grade. So I was... maybe 10 years old? Wow. Um.

Don't judge me. Ha.



Room Status: Under the bed is done and bookshelf is done. I don't want to start the closet. :/

Throwing away childhood.

When I moved to Seattle, I took a lot of my things with me.

However, I have been alive for 21 years, and over that time I acquired A LOT OF THINGS.

Many of my possessions stayed here at home, at my parents' house, where they have been taking up space for 9 months since I left.

Today I am back home, on a Saturday, CLEANING. My mom wants me to consolidate all of those THINGS into a few manageable boxes and get rid of the rest. :/ This is hard.

What I have left in there is:
1. My closet. (O.o)
2. Under my bed. (O.o)
3. 1 bookshelf.


I am trying to power through, but every time I reach for a new stack of things or open a new box, I find a whole plethora of pictures to look at, or notes from old friends to read, or books I once loved, or little containers full of things that look like junk but I remember (or guess, if it's been awhile) that they're secret memories from my life (a weird shaped rock, a piece of cloth, a quarter taped to a piece of paper). How do you go through these things? How do you decide what gets thrown away and what gets held on to for just a little longer?

Also, the biggest thing, is that I keep finding folders of old writing, NOTEBOOKS upon NOTEBOOKS of started and forgotten stories, and tons of old school newspapers I'm published in, and papers I wrote for school. How do I decide which old writing from my childhood is worth keeping and which should be tossed? I HAVE NO IDEA.


I've finished under my bed and I have two tubs to save and one huge box and one huge bag to get rid of or throw away. I'm taking a break before I tackle the closet.


Also, I found a paper my brother wrote in 2002 (he was 9 years old then) and I wanted to share it here for posterity. I have no idea why I had one of my brother's papers in, but it's GOLD, so I'm glad I had it. I probably stole it back then because I knew I'd appreicate it more than he would when I found it again:

"T.V.

I love to watch T.V. There is the remote. It controls the whole T.V. My family fights over it! I get it the most. The screen makes it so you can watch T.V. That is the glass. The channels are the things the shows are on. The numbers. That's all I know about T.V."


Hahaha. He's cute. I just went in his room and read it to him and he turned all red and laughed.


So here I am, covered in dust and memories, trying to decide which parts of my past to throw away. I think the world will be happy to know I threw out seven issues of "Animerica" and a copy of Seventeen magazine from 1996. I also found my abandoned State Quarters collection. I got as far as Vermont. I found my POG collection and my Tenchi Muyo and Ah! My Goddess dvds which I am actually pretty excited about. I found a lot of old drawings (forgot I used to be a little artist) and so many pictures I don't even know what to do with them all. I also found a picture I had taken when I was in 4th grade that was all glamour shot-y, and I look like a freaking movie star. I may have to scan that one in; I didn't even remember having it taken.

Here's to a few more hours of cleaning. Phew.

Car Face Monster!

So today.

I considered calling in sick to work, but then I remembered that work has air conditioning and this horrible oven house will never have air conditioning, so on that account alone, I decided to go after all.

I was hot, I was irritable, and I wanted to have time to get some food, so when I went outside to find my ford fiesta graffitied with taped on pieces of poster-board, I was NOT IMPRESSED.

I scowled at the car, took one picture with my camera phone for evidence/posterity, ripped the pieces off, threw them in the back seat, and drove off to work.

Approximately 5 minutes later, when I had just gotten to the on-ramp for I-5 South, I BURST out laughing. Because whoever graffitied my car wasn't trying to be MALICIOUS.

I mean, look at this:


Funniest thing I have ever seen. Someone went to a LOT of work to take this prank possibly a few steps too far. I love it. I saved the pieces; I may put them back on for a video. You cant really see them, but there are big blue floppy feet on the wheels, too.

I have no idea who did this.
I have no idea WHY they did this.

But god does it make me laugh.


I suppose this is a day in the life of a fiesta agent. LOL.

shaped macaroni

WHY IS IT SO HOT IN THIS STUPID HOUSE.

I know this has been a very blog filled day, but I have NOTHING ELSE TO DO.

I just made myself some dinner (I wasn't very hungry, but I needed to eat food to be able to take my sinus pills) and I was so hot from the steam and the boiling of the water and just moving around in this oven of a house that I took my bowl of mac and cheese and a chair and I ate outside, right in the middle of my yard. It felt so nice. I miss outside.

The act of cooking and chair-carrying tired me out though so now I am back on my sickbed. Melanie Klein wants me to finish writing my paper on her. Siiiigh.

Speaking of chairs, we have those refrigerator magnet poetry words on our fridge downstairs and one caught my eye that made me laugh while I was down there just now. It said "Every chair has soul." I had no idea.



Also, an 8 year old once told me, "I only eat shaped macaroni. They taste better."
I laughed at him for being picky, until I thought about it myself a little later on.
They DO taste better.
I haven't gone back since. Tonight was Spiderman.

6th sense?

I have this friend, Sarah, who was forced to move with her family to Montana when we were 17.

Ever since then we've kept in contact, minimal but always there.


I seem to have this weird 6th sense for knowing when we need to reach each other.

Once I emailed her on the day her cousin hung himself.
Once I emailed her on the day her grandma was in the hospital from a stroke.
Once I texted her the day her dog died.

Last night I had a dream about how I needed to find her phone number to contact her about something, because I actually don't have her number ever since she got a new phone. Then, TODAY, I get this text message from an unknown number, and it says "Hey Tina it's Sarah. This is my new number. I am moving back to Washington on Sunday. Excited? I can't wait to see you."


...WHAT?

Sick day 2.

Things I have accomplished today before noon while being sick:

1. Wrote half my final paper on Melanie Klein.
2. Ate breakfast.
3. Swallowed 5 pills.
4. Showered.
5. Filmed/uploaded a new video.

Compared to yesterday where all I did was go to the doctor, fall asleep watching Alex and Alan's blogtv show, watch a strange Korean movie with subtitles with my housemate Ben, and stare at the ceiling, this is PRODUCTIVE!

Things I have still to do today:

1. Write second half of my final paper.
2. Write a paragraph on two more theorists on psychoanalysis.
3. Compile a list of key terms from my paper.
4. Eat dinner so I can take my other pill later tonight.
5. Write lyrics for a song idea I have floating around in my head.

Why is this day so homework-filled? School is completely over for me (for the year) one week from today. It can't come soon enough. :/


Also, I feel a little badly about my blog yesterday... I was kind of feeling down about everything and definitely didn't put that bit about my album in there as a way to guilt you all, like "hey I'm sick, buy my album". I'm just surprised at the lack of physical copy sales, but I suppose that selling them at LeakyCon in combination with iTunes going up so fast is to blame for that. That's all. Don't feel obligated. I only talk about the things I am working on to let you guys know what I have been up to. I don't feel like everyone who watches my videos or reads my blog needs to buy my albums or my book (when it comes out in September). I just like to talk about them for those of you who ARE interested. :)

Also, I put a lot of work into the things I do and I am proud of these albums, so it's hard NOT to talk about them when I have exciting news.

Anyway, that's all. Back to paper writing.

Edit: I just got a phone call from my ford fiesta PR person and apparently my college newspaper wants to interview me about my involvement in the movement. That's exciting. :)

SICK.

I am having one of the most horrible days of my life.

To recap, yesterday morning I woke up with a tiny sore throat and felt like my nose was getting stuffy again. I said casually to Alex, "Weird, I feel like I am getting sick again. That doesn't happen, does it?" I drove him to the airport, said goodbye, went to Jamba juice, went to work, and within an hour I was so sneezy and miserable that they sent me home.

I was supposed to write a big final paper but the pressure in my nose was so horrible that literally all I could muster up the strength to do was drag myself to Eia's room with my favorite fleece blanket to watch the Harry Potter ABC Family weekend for like 5 hours with her, because she's sick too. Then I finally went to bed around 11, but woke up feeling hot and uncomfortable at 2 AM, and didn't fall back to sleep after that. Around 5 AM I tried to go to the bathroom but made it as far as my bedroom floor. I layed there for about 20 minutes, and then finally crawled back into bed after I got too cold. Around 7 AM I admitted defeat and called my mom, crying. I think it finally hit me that I was REALLY. SICK. and all alone in Seattle with no one to take care of me and just really needed my mom.

Lucky she works at an Ear, Nose and Throat clinic so at 9 she had my Dad pick me up and take me in to see one of the Doctors. They looked in my ears and took my blood pressure and stuck a hot thing in my nose and declared me sick with a pretty bad sinus infection. I've never had one before. They gave me all sorts of pills and sent me home. My dad asked the Doctor if I was going to make it and she said, "She'll make it to the door at least." Witty. <_<

Now I am back home. I'm sweaty. I'm uncomfortable. I had to swallow 5 pills this morning and have to take another one tonight with dinner. I miss Alex. I want food but I am too tired to go downstairs and get it. I got an extension on my paper (tomorrow night) but I have no desire/energy to start it. Maybe tomorrow morning.

Also, today was my last birth class and I had to miss it. :( That's been the worst part of all of this. I love that class. I emailed my teacher and she said not to worry about it at all, and to take care of myself, but I WANTED to be there. Sigh.


This basically sucks. It's the last week of school. I am missing everything. I am not used to being this sick. Alex is gone when I need him. And people aren't really buying hard copies of Spattergroit, and I hope it's not because they've forgotten about us/don't like it. Maybe everyone is using iTunes. I wont know for 3 months.

Bye.