How evil do I look?

So short post today because I feel like posting but am to tired to make it very long. That and I need to get on some homework.

So about two years or so ago I was sitting in a starbucks waiting for my friend who worked there to get done so we could hang out. I was on my computer working looking like just some normal student in jeans and a sweatshirt, what I normally wear to class. At the time I did not have any added color in my hair (much like now it was a growing out period to get all of the nasty cut off). I had my septum pierced but it was tucked up often or out because of work. I did not have the snake bites or wrist tattoos yet. What I am getting at is that I looked much more "normal" back then. Most likely I was not wearing makeup either. So I was there going back and fort between homework and apartment hunting because I was about to come up for my first summer at PCPA. All of a sudden some middle aged guy who had just gotten his order gets really close to me kinda hunched over so as to make sure I can hear him practically hiss at me "YOU NEED JESUS!" All I could think to say was, "I already have him thanks?" Which makes me think I was channeling one of my classmates two years before I met her. Before I was even done saying it he just left and walked out the door and was gone. Apparently he is a regular at that starbucks and has done it once or twice before that. I just wondered what about me at that time provoked that man to single me out of the crowd of mostly similar looking college students. It was very strange.

Don't call back!

I woke up late today. So late it was about an hour after ultimate frisbee had started. I also feel super tired still and have decided to spend time at home doing homework and cleaning. So of course that really means I am blogging and checking facebook first. I saw the title of my last blog and thought it was a completely different story so I decided to share the one I thought it was first.

I get a lot of calls from numbers I don't know. Since I have all kinds of people calling (especially theater people) who change their numbers all the time or call from work, home, a friends phone, their Great Aunt Ethel's 85th birthday party or wherever I generally answer. The only one I usually don't answer is blocked and then just check the message because they are deliberately hiding from me. I am also not used to sleeping on a regular schedule and get calls at many different hours whether I am asleep or not I may have to get up and do something. Now if someone calls me once and leaves no message when I get a chance I may try the number back to see who it was and if it was important. If they call many times from the same number that makes me think it is on purpose. People don't normally keep dialing the same wrong number a few times a day for a week or so.

It just so happened, however, that whenever this number would call I was not able to answer either because of class or work or rehearsals or something. I am always playing seemingly never-ending games of phone tag with my friends so it didn't seem that abnormal. Many people I know don't leave messages and I guess if I kept calling they would assume that I knew who was calling and was trying to reach them in return. The voice mail was no help either. It was the standard robotic "you have reached... please leave a message after the tone." I never left a message because I thought that eventually I would answer and talk to the person. I really didn't put that much thought into the whole ordeal because really I am not that concerned with a random game of phone tag that other being slightly annoying was not really upsetting my life. So this went on. Then one day I called a few times in a row right after having missed it as well as a few times through that afternoon. I was particularly irritated that I had only just missed it and they were not answering back.

Well after that I had not gotten calls in a few days or so.  I was not all that worried or relieved in fact the only thing that made me realize it was I finally was getting the call again when I could answer it. It was fairly early in the morning I think I had gotten out of class or was on my way to morning class I don't remember exactly I just know I was at Starbucks near school. I answered and some woman in spanish asked me who I was. I told her that she had called me and that she should tell me who she was first. She said that I had been calling her and that my number was all over her caller ID. I tried to explain that I was always getting calls from numbers I didn't know and that I was just trying to see who had been calling me so insistently. She said that I was making that up and that she KNEW that I was the one who was sleeping with her husband! I was like hold on crazy lady first off I you are the first person I have actually talked to from this number and second WHO IS YOUR HUSBAND? I think that may have been the wrong phrasing of that question because then I was first accused of sleeping with so many men that I couldn't remember one in particular then I was told that I knew damn well who CARMELLO was. I told her that I did not know anyone with that name but if she was really that concerned with who her husband was sleeping with she should be going after the cheater she married and not someone with the apparently idiotic idea that phone calls should be returned. I then hung up on her. That was the end of that.

Or so I thought. A few days later early in the morning, and by that I mean about 7 am, I get a phone call. It is this older sounding woman. By that I mean not only did she sound like she and her voice both had wrinkles I felt like I could also hear the veils over her head and smell the old lady perfume, and hear her lighting candles for my soul. Why the drama? She proceeded after waking me up at this unholy hour during tech week to tell me that I should be ashamed of myself for what I was doing. That I should not only consider the feelings and lives of others that I was ruining but my own soul with all of the sins that I was committing. At first I was still in a half sleep and had no idea what on earth she was babbling about then I realized she was probably the crazy lady's mother or something trying to get me to see the error of my ways and leave her daughters husband alone. I tried to explain to this lady as well (mostly for fear that she was going to put some kind of curse on me) that she had it wrong and that I had no idea who this man was and would never intentionally help anyone cheat. She said that intentions didn't matter and that since it has continued  passed finding out about his wife original ignorance does not matter. She also said that lying about it would only compound the sinning. I told her that I obviously was not going to change her mind about this and hung up. I got a few more calls from the daughter over the next couple of weeks then noting.

A few months later I got a call mid-day from some number I didn't recognize. I didn't think too much about it since I had saved the number as a don't answer. Some lady asked to speak to my mother. I guess my voice is a lot lower when I am half asleep. I asked who she was looking for and she asked my mothers name. I said it was none of her business and that this was my cell phone and wanted to know what she wanted. She said that she knew the affair was still going on and that she demanded that it stop or she would find some way to make me pay. I told her that if she was going to keep being that blind and stupid it was fine by me. I suggested that she get a divorce but I really didn't care. I told her that if I ever herd from her or her witch-woman mother again I was going to call the police and had a record of how many times she had called me and had recorded them to turn over as evidence of harassment. I have not heard from her since.

I felt a little bad for her situation but that doesn't give her the right to throw her crazy all over me.

I think you have the wrong number!

So I am having some problems sleeping I fell asleep earlier trying to read then woke up about an hour ago. Now I have done some dishes, caught up on a friends blog, checked my e-mail, saw how many people have apparently absentee voted on facebook (since the poling places are not open until 7 am), and have now decided to write some more.

So as I was reading my friends blog, there was a funny story and in part of it she asked why things of that nature always seem to happen to her. I think we all have moments like that about certain types of things. Whether you are the kid who always trips over everything (me), knocks things over in public, have things spilled on you or spill on others or yourself all the time, have really bad luck, have really stupid things happen all the time (again me), car constantly breaks down (I used to ALWAYS lock my keys in) or whatever it is, I feel like people have patterns. One of mine is having really stupid things happen to me all of the time.

So back in high school I was on the swimming and water polo teams. I really liked the water and hanging out with the friends I had made on the team. They assigned us all lockers in sections based on the team you were on. The swimmers all had the area by the showers, the soccer team was on the opposite side from us near the hand dryers (I only remember because I talked to some of them) but all of the teams were bunched off. All of the regular PE lockers which were smaller were scattered around the locker room. They tried not to put anyone other than swimmers under the swimmers lockers because our stuff would drip and get theirs all wet. For the same reason we kept our stuff in our gym bags and left them on the pool deck where we could watch them. Plus that way we didn't have to unpack and re pack all the time. Each year during water polo season they checked us out a bag that had our corresponding number on it in the school colors to keep our stuff in. I still think it was funny that I was 9 and one of the girls I spent the most time with was 6. This is relevant to the story. I will get there in a minute.

She and I also both loved Old Navy and were about the same size. We both had the same pair of dark rinse boot cut jeans that we wore all of the time. I think I may have had at least three pair. I was really excited that year because the jean places had started having "long" available in most sizes of pants so I didn't have to wear "high waters" anymore. Anyone who saw the long would have known they were mine. Or anyone who can tell the difference between a 6 and a 9 on a bag. So one day we were out swimming laps like any other day. The boys were in the pool too and we were all harassing each other like normal. Well apparently my friend and one of the boys were bugging each other a little too much but I wasn't really paying that much attention.

So practice was done and we all went and showered and I would take forever and was usually one of the last ones out because I would take my time and talk and brush my hair, sometimes under the hand dryer until it was dry and straight.  So the coach had already locked the pool deck and taken off because there were still other teams there so we weren't alone. So most of the team had left with the exception of a couple of us. I was just about finished drying off and going to get dressed when I looked in my bag and realized my pants were gone! I was freaking out! I couldn't leave with no pants! I was just a sophomore and didn't think about driving home in my towel and a shirt to get pants before our Mock Trial meeting. So I start yelling about my pants and one of the girls starts laughing and tells me that the boy that my other friend was going back and forth with got ticked and threw her pants on the roof! Apparently that boy didn't know the difference between a 6 and a 9 or anything about "long" pants! But wait! I remembered the coach had also already locked pool deck area! I then had to put my towel around myself, with my top on and run around campus where most of the other teams had just been released, (including the wrestling and football teams!) to find security to unlock the pool deck to get my pants! In later years I would just go home that way because I was just going to shower at home anyway and didn't care, but being forced to while trying to get your pants off the roof when you still do care is not ok!!! Random crap like this where all things have to be just right are what I feel like happen all the time in my life. The kind that make you go,  "how the.... what.... who.... ugh!... *sigh*... fine."

Well off to try and sleep again. We have another 10/12 today.

Dressing room disgust!

So for anyone who doesn't know I have had a ton of different jobs. I have done a little bit of everything from selling Cutco knives in peoples houses to working at Disneyland, a pizza place, as a telemarketer, Jamba Juice, selling sewing machines, well you get the point. 

So This morning I was moving a pile of my laundry from my bed. It reminded me of working at Sears during holiday seasons. I had worked there for about two and a half years during high school until a little passed graduation. It seemed like people were not capable of putting anything back on a hanger by themselves or even bringing it out of the dressing room. But that is what we are there for. During holidays though when everyone gets sick or calls out and places are under staffed and super busy it would just be ridiculous. every couple of hours we would just pull giant heaps out of the dressing rooms so that and bring it to the registers so that if we had time in between ringing up our thousand and one customers we could fold and hang more clothes and help put them away. There were usually people stationed to do that as well but there were usually a lot more things coming onto the pile faster than they could work the pile down. We actually had one customer that we saw look like it was just for fun climb our step ladder and with a long sweep of his arm knock an entire shelf of stacked folded jeans to the ground in a pile and walk away? I thought to myself WHO RAISED YOU? It is just plain mean when you can see how messed up things are and crazy especially around Christmas and fathers day in the mens department to even take more than one trip to the dressing room with your own enormous pile then leave it there, but this was plain ridiculous. 

That was not the worst part. Sometimes we could not get to the dressing rooms for a while and especially in the handicap accessible one the piles would be gigantic and people would just start piling clothes on the floor outside of the dressing rooms. Sometimes we almost couldn't walk passed easily by the end of a really busy night. One night in particular one of my co-workers went in and found a Del Taco cup full of pee in one of them. Who does that? I mean I know the bathrooms weren't that close but seriously? Take it with you and do something with it. We were pretty grossed out. While he was talking about that another co-worker and I went into the handicap changing room and went together to lift a really large pile of clothes that had been in that one and we figured we could just get it out faster if we lifted together. We had just lifted it and were coming out of the doorway when we both kind of looked at each other and we knew. We both had started feeling something wet and we could smell it. SOMEONE HAD TAKEN A PEE ALL OVER THIS PILE OF CLOTHES!!! We were so disgusted. We ran to the bathrooms and started cleaning ourselves as best we could and the managers gave us each a shirt to change into. But it was so disgusting! I just didn't understand what would possess someone to do that. Needless to say we did not put those clothes back out and they all had to be marked out as damaged. None of us could believe it. Thats not completely true. Some of the managers and security who had been there for many years didn't look that surprised. They still looked disgusted but not surprised. I feel like at least half of my better "what is wrong with people" stories come from working there. 

Well now I am off to finish getting ready for tech. I think I am excited for where we are and knowing that there is still a bit of tech to go to tighten it all up. GO FLYERS!!!

And people think I am loud?

So I have been living in my apartment since the beginning of summer. We live downstairs in a two bedroom and am now on my second roommate after the first moved back home after summer was over. Since that time I have watched a parade of people go in and out of the apartment above me all day and into late hours of the night. I was on shop hours during summer and was rarely home during the day so I had no  idea what they did during that time before. Now that we have had a few later calls this rotation in paints I see that they are just as loud and crazy during the day as at night. Now when I say loud and crazy I mean the bass is so loud I cant hear the music just feel the thumping through the ceiling. Like some cholo's car parked next to me at a stop light even if both our windows are up. (Or when my best friend is driving =P) Other times I am sure they have DDR or Wii Sports in every room because they stomp so much it shake the walls as well as stuff on our shelves. When we first moved in the one guy said if it was ever too loud to let us know because we used to hear screaming marital problems. I have only told them to be quiet once and it was because they were so loud and it was already passed midnight during one of our long summer weeks and I couldn't take it. The other day I had such a bad migraine that I came home from work after throwing up and tried to go to bed. I kept getting woken up by noise. I finally got a few hours straight. I then had to call out the next day because I was still super dizzy and sick and my hear hurt so much I wanted to cry. All I wanted was sleep. About every hour or so there would be some loud thud or bang from upstairs. I hate the noise, but what do I do, go upstairs and say "you walk too loud?" I don't want to be "that" lady either. I mean I understand that living downstairs you are getting more noise. It is the tradeoff for not having to live upstairs and carry everything up and down and up and down etc. It is just irritating that after a certain hour they seem to have no consideration for the people around them, especially when there are signs around our apartments specifically banning loud music. Normally I am not that upset, but when sometimes their base drowns out our tv or music that is pretty messed up. I don't think that it is unreasonable to want them to shut up at 130 in the morning during the week! I feel like an old lady when I say this, but we all know how little sleep theater people get sometimes especially in conservatory with class and homework and rehearsal and friends and laundry, and dishes and family and reading and laundry and grocery shopping and washing your car and laundry and cleaning the bathroom and laundry. I feel sometimes like my hours in he day are becoming more and more precious so when I have allotted some of them for a specific activity, especially sleep, I am more than irritated when that is stolen from me. My roommate says he kinda wants to hang out one day with them and see why on earth they make so much noise. I want to string them up in front of our apartments by their DDR pad or stab their Wii-mote through their head.

Sometimes I really wonder about people.

This passed weekend I went home for a visit. On one of the nights I was there a friend and I decided to go to Disneyland. Well we got to the gate right as they were closing. Neither of us had thought to check what time the park was closing that night let alone if we were blacked out. So I ended up going again the next night with another friend. It turned out to be the first night of Halloween for Disneyland as well as a Friday night. It was super packed with people. We waited over an hour for space mountain. Somehow in that time I noticed the signs but never read them that they had changed the ride for the season and had the bugeebers scared out of me. Which my friend thought was really funny. I got him back later at the haunted mansion. While we were in line though we met this guy. He was there by himself and started talking to us. Now this was fine because we are fairly friendly people and didn't mind because the guy was pretty pleasant and interesting. We were talking about history and things we had been watching on netflix and cooking and all sorts of things. He seemed like a cool guy who was there by himself because his girlfriend wanted to stay home that night and he really wanted to be there. I smelled a little alcohol on his breath but didn't mind all that much because the line was outdoors and I could only smell it when we were in areas where the line was packed really tightly together. He must have drank a whole lot right before we met him though because he started to get more and more drunk as time went on. He started to slur and sway a little and get louder and more belligerent. He even pulled out the chain from some kid who was sitting on it in line. Technically you are not supposed to sit on it but the kid looked pretty ticked. At that point it still wasn't that bad though. For those who have not been on space mountain, there is an area where the fast pass line and the stand by line meet and start to go into the building and you go through this kind of tunnel. In that area it is like a big tube that looks like some passage way out of all space movies ever except that there are hand rails on both sides of the tunnel. This fool decided to sit on one and did a back flip over and dropped right on his butt. I was sure he was going to hit his head. He was laughing the entire time. Now let me say that just before this we had decided to go on the next two or three rides together before the park closed. I was starting to regret that decision. So we get out of that area and into the loading area where we had to watch him because we were worried that he was going to take a header off of that. Thankfully he didn't, not only because he didn't get hurt but also because if i spent over an hour in that line I was darn well going to ride it! It was so scary though. So after that I wanted to go on big thunder but when we got there it was closed. I went to take pictures of the Dia De Los Muertos stuff that they put up in front of Rancho Del Zolcalo but he was bumping into me so much and getting grabby that all of my pictures came out really blurry. Next we went to the haunted mansion but the line was really long. We decided to go on pirates first because we could almost walk on and then come back to the mansion. My friend wanted to leave me to see if the line was shorter but I told him we all had to go together because I had no service for him to call me and had to go with him. Later I told him about how grabby the guy was getting and that I didn't want to be left with him. So we get to pirates and when we get on the boat he starts off ok because we are talking about when we were all little and used to come to the park and all of the hidden Mickey's in the ride and the food at the Blue Bayou. Then he starts sticking his hands in the water and splashing everyone on the boat. Then we notice that he is practically bathing himself in it!!!! Pirate water is SO DIRTY!!!! My friend leaned over and said, "I just realized that he is doing that because he is really hot from being drunk and is trying to cool himself off." I asked if he had not noticed that back at space mountain. He said that he did know that the guy was drunk it just took a minute to figure out about the bathing in the pirate water. It was nasty. Then after pirates I wanted to try to ditch him but he knew where we were going next so it wasn't really possible. So we went to the haunted mansion where every few feet once it got dark he kept yelling, "Don't touch me there!" It was super irritating. I kept putting my friend between the two of us because I was getting really tired of being "accidentally" bumped. By this time I had already told him we were not exchanging numbers and that I lived 200 miles away. On the way out of we went through Frontier Land and stopped by a pin trading post where I thought he would get tired of waiting while I got a Boo pin but he didn't. Then we stopped by a shop on main street to look for a halloween costume for my friends cousin. Then we walked out. By the time we got to the tram area I think it was starting to hit him as he sobered up what a jerk he was being and he gave us each an awkward hug goodbye and left. Sometimes I swear I have some kind of neon sign on my head that attracts the crazies and drunks. I mean really who needs to be that drunk when they are at Disneyland especially with no friends to keep them form being that stupid.