Sister's Suitcases

Shopping. I love to shop...well most of the time. Today I got to experience bonding time with my sister as we shopped for things she needed for her trip to Alaska tomorrow. I have no problem with this, what else was I going to do? So, we travelled to Dell Range, where most of the "busy" Cheyenne shopping is done. (Yeah, busy Cheyenne shopping?) And to my discovery, my sister is a picky and an annoying person to shop with. I'd show her one thing, and she wants another thing. I tell her this is good, and she has to disagree and find something else that is better. I was about to go out of my mind when we had to buy a suitcase for her...

Suitcase, you say? Yes, I'm pretty sure we spent a good hour contemplating over which suitcase to buy. Dori insisted she needed a name brand suitcase, because if it is name brand, then it should be good quality. Target of course had cheap brands, and were ridiculously overpriced. I suggested we go to TJ Maxx and Ross, since they carried name brands and have better prices. Going along with this idea, Dori and I found a quantity of Samsonite brand suitcases in both stores. But, there was an issue with size. "Should I get the bigger one? I don't know how much crap I have to bring with me...what if I can't fit it all?" So, I'd tell her to get the bigger one. But, my pesky sister would chime, "Would I look like a complete idiot if I had the larger one? I don't want to look like a dork." You are already an idiot, I thought, so I told her to get the smaller one. But, she debated over the different sizes as I rolled my eyes and told her to just choose. It's a suitcase for name's sake, just get one and be done. She finally decided to get the smaller one, and if she couldn't pack it all, she can always return it and get the bigger suitcase. As we were standing in line, a startled look comes across her face. "I'm having second thoughts, maybe I SHOULD get the larger one." Argh, second thought? More like twenty-second thoughts. I eventually scolded her and told her she is getting the smaller one, because I'm not going to hear her whine any more. What to do with her? I don't know. I bet that at any moment here she will come down to my room, asking if I could take her back to the store and exchange the suitcase. Man, she can be such a pushover at times.

But, as I was listening to my sister whine and complain about suitcases, I wondered if I am just this annoying too. Am I? I've never really thought about it until now. Dori and I have very similar traits, and it could be to my surprise that I am an annoyance when it comes to things like this. Perhaps I need to watch my actions and my behaviors, because it is no fun to be the other person waiting impatiently when you try make a decision as simple as choosing a suitcase.

Rastafarian Madness

"Sanka man, whatcha smokin'?"
"I'm not smokin'...I'm breathin'!"

Cool Runnings, the best movie ever made. Yes, I just finished watching it. I've discovered that my dad and I share the same taste in movies...well, somewhat. When everyone else in my family critizizes our tastes, we enjoy watching what seems to be 80's and 90's comedies. Tonight, we had the urge to watch Cool Runnings and dictate all the lines and laugh at the most ridiculous parts. My sister simply whined, "Why do you always watch that retarded movie...whenever you have nothing better to do, you just sit there and watch it!" Well, sorry, sister...I happen to like it. But I know she is just jealous...haha.

So, drawing apart from those crazy Jamaican bobsledders... I've been in the weirdest moods lately. Spring break fever, I suppose. Man, I cannot stand not having anything to do. I was bored witless throughout today...and I'm beginning to realize that I would not be able to function if I sat around all day with absolutely nothing to do. I would probably turn into a sack of potatoes and rot away and sprout roots. Pathetic, I know...I need to do something. Spring break has really only just begun...and I'm already wishing that I could go back to school and go back to my activities, and go back to having a hectic life. Because of my absolute boredness, I even took great pleasure when I was washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen today. Why, I ask? What can justify this? I don't know.

I don't want to turn this post into a whinefest, but something has been really bothering me for a while. Yesterday I posted something somewhat personal on my Xanga, telling a story about a girl who liked to watch romantic movies. Well, if it wasn't obvious enough, that girl is me. My mind is bombarded with all these ideas and questions about love. Yeah yeah...kinda cheesy maybe, but right now someone who cares about me sounds really nice. I had a long conversation with a friend last night about how much we both wanted the perfect guy to come up to our doorsteps and give us a dozen roses and be with us forever. Dream on... but that's what I'm sick of. I'm sick of dreaming on...I want to move on. Just recently, I thought that maybe a relationship was going to work...but I found that it wasn't. The guy told me, "I just want to have fun during highschool." Well, what a jerk. He lead me on, and then crushed it within a matter of seconds. I don't understand how he can justify his reasoning for that...can someone please explain that to me? I wish there was a store where you can pick out the perfect man, and be with him for the rest of your life and live happily ever after. But no, life doesn't work like that I suppose.

So, in the words of Junior..."I see pride! I see power! I see a badass mudda who won't take no crap out of nobody!" How does that fit? Well, the best reasoning I can come up with is that I won't take no crap out of nobody. (I know, it's a double negative...to correctly say it you would have to replace the "no" with an "any", but who cares?) Long story short, I love Cool Runnings, but my mind is in a relationship mess. It makes no sense...again I say - who cares?

One Blog Too Many

What am I doing?

You already have a blog, Danni, so why are you starting another one? Are you too good for Xanga now? Are you going insane? Well, maybe I am going insane, but I felt like I needed to write for me instead of writing for an audience. Yes, Xanga makes me feel like I'm writing for show, and seeing how many "eprops" and comments I score with each one of my posts. But, Xanga allows me to communicate with people through, how shall I say, "creative" and random posts. I like Xanga...but only to a certain extent. But, I feel like I want to write more...and write it for me instead for everyone else.

So what do I resort to? Blogger...my new blog on top of my beloved Xanga. I used to write all the time in diaries and journals...letting go of all my thoughts and ideas that cluttered my head. Through writing, I can sort out all those emotions and feelings. Letting my fingers just fly across the keyboard, pressing down keys that somehow creates what is going on in my mind relaxes me...and also amazes me at the same time. I watch as letters "magically" appear right before my eyes on my computer screen, not even looking at where my fingers are going. They seem to know where to go on the keyboard, and I'm just doing the thinking. What also creates a wonderment is that I have never learned how to properly type, yet I don't even have to look at the keyboard and my fingers still go to the right keys. Odd...

Yawn, I am tired. It's past midnight. Goodnight to you, my dear Blogger. There is so much going on in my mind, I don't think I can straighten it out by writing. Fatigue doesn't help much either. Perhaps I need to sleep on it...yes.