Sunday, February 3, 2013

Scorned: Love Kills (and other dramatic titles)

While visiting my home town, I became privy to my mother's latest addiction: Investigation.Discovery, aka the ID channel.  She has reached the point of throwing middle-aged temper tantrums whenever anyone attempts to change the channel, so it's true crime specials all day err'day in my childhood home.

As part of the resulting paranoia frenzy, my mom has begun initiating conversations with phrases such as, "When I get murdered, do you swear to appear on the ID documentary?" and "Come on, these people are idiots! I totally would have gotten away with it." I'm only a little bit concerned.

Throughout the hundred or so true crime specials that I sat through, I couldn't help but ask myself what I would do if I witnessed something that could potentially be a crime. There were so many witnesses that called the police when they were only slightly suspicious, and I wasn't sure if I was the type of person who would take action like that.

These thoughts came swirling back through my mind in a panic last night, when I awoke to hear a woman screaming. Despite feeling hesitant, I dialed 911 and made what I can't help but worry was a uselessly vague report. I was able to give them my address, and the fact that someone was screaming in an unknown location somewhere within my earshot. Seriously, it was impossible to tell where it was coming from... it sounded relatively far-off, but I have no idea in what direction.

I can't stop thinking about it.  I don't know what was happening, but I have never experienced a silence as eerie as when the screaming stopped. Obviously it completely freaked me out... all I want is for the mystery woman to be okay, but I'll never know for sure.

Sorry for the serious post... I just needed to talk about it, because oh my god.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

It's nice to be nice.

I should probably make a doctor's appointment, because I am seriously homesick.  My nose is stuffy with the missing-my-mommy virus, my throat hurts from worked-over-the-holidays bacteria, and I have a bad case of need-to-hug-my-dog-right-now-itis. Also, I'm cheesy... what's new?

Anyway, whenever I am missing the bustling metropolis of suburban Indiana, I make my best friend a mixed CD.  Picture the sappiest romantic you have ever met, throw up hearts and unicorns a few times, and you'll have my dear Hannah.  Accumulating quirky love songs for her repertoire has honestly become a hobby of mine... anytime I'm spending a few frivolous dollars on iTunes, I search for songs that it would never even occur to me to listen to on my own, just because I can picture her dancing dorkily along with the beat.  Nothing makes her happier than receiving a new mix of disgusting cuteness, but I can't pretend that I do it because I'm just such a giving, saintly person.  Making these mixes makes me feel close to her, even when we're thousands of miles apart and haven't talked in weeks.  Hooray for friendship. <3

Wait. OH MY GOD I'M GOING HOME NEXT WEEK OH MY GOD.  It is finally starting to feel real to me that I'll actually be seeing my loved ones in seven days, and I can't even believe it. It has been so long.

I'm all for independence and everything, but who says you can't be an adult and have your mother at your side at all times? I just don't see how the two are mutually exclusive.


You know, I always expected my first year of adulthood to be a game-changer, and holy shit did 2012 come through for me.  The only way it could have been a crazier year would be if I had literally run away and joined the circus.

- My year started off with a San Francisco-shaped bang.  My gift for my 18th birthday was a trip to California, and I loved absolutely everything about it.  I could definitely see myself living in SF someday.

- I graduated high school! There isn't much to say about this... the endless essays were enough of a bitch the first time around, without dwelling on additional words here.

- ... I may or may not have gotten arrested for doing something really, really, REALLY dumb that I probably shouldn't publish on the internet. Hooray for new experiences?

- The entirety of my June was spent in Tanzania. I helped build a schoolhouse, got charged at by baboons, growled at by a wild lioness not five feet away from me, and had a bat land on my foot. Not to mention the eye infection... god, what a phenomenal trip.

- When I got back to the good ole first world, I started working at an independent film theatre. This is notable for the simple reason that it was THE ABSOLUTE BEST JOB EVER. I loved everything about it... the people, the perks, the job itself.  Five stars, five stars.

- I met my best friend on a four hour flight.  In the five months since, I haven't gone a day without talking to him in some medium.  He is the single weirdest (and most fun) aspect of my life.

- I moved across the country to a city where I didn't know a single person. It was a huge gamble, obviously, but Seattle turned out to be the best decision I have ever made.  It turns out I thrive in my own little studio apartment, with my own job, making my own decisions and paying my own finances. Who woulda thunk it?

- I started volunteering at the Burke Museum, handling and cataloguing artifacts such as a five thousand year old whale vertebrae.  Holding history in your hand is such a lovely mindfuck, to put it delicately.

- Banana Republic became the sun that my world revolves around. Seriously, I had no idea that working in retail could be such a bitch.

- I watched 375 films, 271 of which I had never seen before. 53 were in cinemas, and seven were midnight premieres.

- I read 55 books.

- The world survived 365 more days, despite our best intentions.

Not everything about my year was a peachy keen delight, but it sure as hell wasn't boring.  If 2013 is half as interesting, I'll count it a success.