Day 3: 3 Words You Can't Go Without Using

I'm predictable on this issue. Here are the three words I can't go without using.

Sweet, usually said when I think something is cool

Nuts. Usually said in place of a bad word

Woo-hoo!: Usually said for excitement, like Homer Simpson

10 Day Challenge

I've found this interesting little 10 day challenge on the internet. Here's how it goes. Each day, you put something

1. Day 1: 1 person you can trust
2. Day 2: 2 things you wish you could do
3. Day 3: 3 words you can't go without using
4. Day 4: 4 memories u can't forget
5. Day 5: 5 things you can't live without
6. Day 6: 6 songs you're addicted to
7. Day 7: 7 fears
8. Day 8: 8 things that annoy you
9. Day 9: 9 things you do everyday
10. Day 10: 10 random facts about you

I found it on Tumblr, in case anyone is curious.

Driving for the First Time

I went driving for practice yesterday for the first time and man was it fun!! I was a little nervous about it. But when I got behind the wheel, strangely enough, the nerves went away. Can't really explain why. I know one thing, man I was really thinking about moving the seat back. My knees kept touching the wheel. Taking into consideration my sister is 5'6'' and I'm 5'8'' might explain it, also when my right foot was on the gas pedal, my foot started hurting from being in that tight little position. I had a little trouble at first, which is common to all first time drivers, but with my sister helping me, I was doing pretty good. Plus, my sister was bored out of her skull and so was I. I know I kept putting my foot on the gas pedal and making it go a little fast, which was a huge thrill. And luckily for us, we went to an empty parking lot where the Ohio BMV has set up cones for parallel parking practice. And to our surprise, we were not the only first time drivers there. There were about 3-4 other people there. So, I definitely felt a little relieved to know there were others in the same position as me. There was a silver Toyota van with a young lady in it, probably about 16 or 17, there was a red Dodge Charger that looked like it had been pimped out (stylized with things like spinners on the wheels, chrome siding, etc. Things ususally seen in the rap/hip hop world) to within an inch of it's life, an older woman teaching her son to drive in a gray Honda Corolla. I can't wait to begin driving. For my first time out driving, I think I did pretty good. I really gotta practice braking. One thing I was doing that I have to not do is use both feet. But, luckily for me, being the quick learner that I am, I learned ot use my right foot real fast. And somehow impressed my teacher, aka my sister, lol! I also impressed my mom when I told her how good I did. So far, I got the turning of the wheel done pretty good, I still wanna practice on backing out and braking. But as for things like turning into a lane, I got that down pretty good, still gonna practice though, and pulling into a parking spot, did pretty good as well. Man o man, I can't wait until I start driving, it's gonna rock! But, one thing is 4 sure, mus obey the rules of the road, which is no problem for me. I was just having fun learning how to drive. And nothing beats when we were on our way there, I saw a bumper sticker that had me in hysterics. It was yellow and said in black "If you tailgate me, I'll flick a booger on your windshield". I'm laughing right now just thinking about it. I had to try really hard and I mean REALLY HARD to stop laughing before I got behind the wheel. And if you know me like my parents do, trying to stop laughing is a trial in itself for me. But, anywho, yesterday I went driving and did pretty well for my first time. All I gotta do is keep practicing and this girl will be an Ohio licensed driver!! Hopefully I can pass my driving test, which, if I can drive on the test after some practice like I wsa doing yesterday, I'm sure to pass, maybe even the first time, who knows? Just gotta get some practice and I'll be sure to get my license!!!

Thank God It's Almost Friday!

Here's a dog smiling 'cuz he knows Friday is coming!

Smile! It's Friday!

Now here's a dog smiling to tell you he's happy it's Friday!

The Weekend is Here! So What!

If I sound oh so excited for the weekend, I'm really not. I'm just hiding the fact I'm dreading it under happiness. Ay yi yi, so much drama in the little Stones girl household! My step dad is acting like an enormous kid, won't stop encouraging his, pardon my French, dumb-ass nephew to stop bugging my mom. I swear this kid is freaking mental!!! He's as dumb as a post, he acts younger than his actual age, and the main thing: HE NEVER LISTENS! You tell him not to do something, he stands there and still does it anyway.

Like last night, me, my mom, grandma, step dad were all sitting outside with his cousins Randy and Alice, and they were talking about their upcoming trip to Holland. They travel a lot and anyway, they were talking about this trip, they're really excited for it and my step dad's nephew has some kind of fascination with wanting to climb the chimney of his house. We all are telling him "Nick, don't do that. You're gonna get hurt." But does he listen? Hell no, he doesn't. He gets up there and sitting there, pretty much mocking us. I'm started to get pretty damn annoyed of this kid. His grandparents spoil this kid rotten. He's 10 and he already has an iPod Nano. Most kids my age didn't get an iPod Nano until 16. What the hell is a 10 year old going to do with an iPod? Most kids don't discover what kind of music they like at least until 13 or 14. And to boot, this kid also has a Nook. Which for those of you who may or may not know, a Nook is an electronic tablet for reading electronic books or e-books. He has these sound effects downloaded on it and there's this one that really hurts my ears. It's this blood curdling, ear-shattering scream. He would constantly press it, filling the room with a scream that would put a Banshee to shame. I ask him nicely to stop doing it and he keeps doing it. I finally ended up shouting "Nick stop it! Otherwise I'm throwing that Nook into the pool!" Of course, I got my back end reamed in for saying that. Nick is the 'pride and joy' there; he can do no wrong. But for some reason, he never tells his nephew to stop bugging the hell out of us.

And for some reason, I think this weekend is going to be VERY long. To add insult to injury, my step dad is pretty much constantly reminding everyone of the "gift" my mom is giving him for their anniversary: a colonscopy. He has to get this done to check for colon cancer. And of course, always the joker, my step dad is joking about it. You know, after a while, the jokes get real old, real fast. I see what my mom goes through with his joking and I don't know what to do. I'm really afraid they'll divorce. I don't want that. I already went through the divorce of my mom and dad, I don't want another divorce too!! And plus, with September coming fast, we're all gearing up for a very much needed vacation. We're all going to Mexico. I think we all really need to recharge. We all have our private hells we're in: Me not finding a job; my step dad and money troubles and stupid people at work; My mom possibly losing her job to a younger, more inexperienced person and money troubles; and my sister, nothing seems to bother her. We all have our passports and we all joke around about the photos. My step dad is convinced he looks like a mobster, in which he certainly does not, my mom was smiling funny in her photo because my step dad was cracking jokes, mine was good because the glasses I normally wear have Transitions lenses in them that turn to sunglasses outside and regular glasses inside and I was tan, and my sister was smiling funny as well because she was thinking of something funny. My step dad jokes around with her and my mom about not getting into Mexico with photos like that.

After this fighting, sometimes I feel like there was something I should have done, but what can I do? I mean, I'm getting just as annoyed of this kid as my mom is, but I can't tell him off. He'll go running to his drunken lush of a mother anyway. When my grandma's sister Rita was still alive, she barely took care of her. It was me, my mom and step dad taking care of her, cleaning her up, getting her to the bathroom, walking her to HER house. But what was my step dad's sister Carol doing? Drinking! She drinks like a fish! She's constantly drunk. And this really pisses me off! When all of us were clearing out the backyard, to open the pool, she said she was going to help us. But she was not present. She was at a yard sale with this stoner, lush friend of hers named Jackie. She was out and about while we were all breaking our backs in the yard, sweeping up sticks and stones, and general cleanup. And might I add that the house my step dad's sister, named Carol, lives in was her mother's sister Rita's house? After Rita died, she took all the money Rita had and it went into the house. So basically, when my grandmother passes, him, Jeananne, Noah(her son) won't have anything. They';ll get nothing because Jeananne's sister took all the money for herself.

And now those 2 are fighting. Supposedly, Nick saw Noah(Jeananne, my step dad's sister's son) stumbling up the driveway. Now, if you've ever seen this driveway, you will stumble up it, drunk or sober. Anyway, Nick "claims" that he saw Noah stumbling up it from his bedroom window, making loud noises and being idiotic. So he runs to his mama like a little baby, saying Noah is drunk. He makes an assumption like that without knowing the facts. And Carol waits until the next day, calling Jeananne at work, and tells her. Then Jeananne reams Carol in for not telling her immediately, and she starts dredging up old news about Noah "supposedly" stealing money from Nick, or "stealing" vodka from Jeananne. He did it once and that's that. But Carol accuses Jeananne of not seeing anything and Jeananne accuses Carol of not doing her job as a parent, not taking care of her kids and getting drunk all the time. I'm siding with Jeananne on this one. I've never seen Noah do any of this stuff, but then again, I hardly know him. But I absolutely refuse to believe what I hear until I know the facts. I don't assume. But, it's like World War III with those 2. The less of Carol and Nick I have to see, the better. I hate going there and seeing those 2. Nick is supposed to be 10, but he acts alot younger, like 5. He'll take a glass, stick the edge in his mouth and make immature noises. He's so stupid, I hate him being there! He makes noises like a kid with mental issues or something, he acts so completely dumb and ignorant. Wait, maybe he's not acting? Maybe he really is dumb and ignorant? IDK what that kid's issue is, but I'm getting highly annoyed of him real quick! He "borrows" stuff from my grandma, but he never returns it; he automatically assumes it's his now. He leaves his nasty, dirty socks on the ground outside at his grandma's house, like it's his own personal laundry room, leaves his toys and things outside, destroys other people's things by "breaking" them and "fixing" them. He also likes to think he's right. He'll argue something to the death until he can prove he's right and everyone else is wrong. I've had my fair share of arguments with him, but out of a headache(called Nick), I just back out and let him win, leaving a smile on my face because I know the truth and he doesn't.

And to top that, my grandma's dog is dead. We had to put the little, well, I shouldn't say little, he was pretty big. Well, any who, we had to put the dog, Bandit, down. Every time I go there, I wait for his barking and him to come so I can scratch his ears. He loved that the most. I miss him. I cry every time I think about him. I'm crying a little right now thinking about him. And what really pisses me off is Carol's other son, Michael, constantly hit that dog "by accident" when he was playing around on the Wii system in the living room. My mom caught him hitting Bandit. It's no wonder Bandit hated kids; Michael had something to do with it, not to mention what I call "The Dork Patrol" across the street. I may have mentioned this in an earlier post. The Dork Patrol is this group of about, I'd say, maybe 3-4 kids who all own bikes, with big orange flags on the back. Biggest nerd alert EVER! Every time Bandit was out, they'd make it their mission to terrorize him, to tease him. I caught them doing it one day and I yelled to them "Don't let me catch you doing that again, otherwise I'm calling your parents on you!" That stopped them for a while, but then they picked up again. God, I really miss that dog. He was such a silly little thing, you couldn't help but love him. He loved being scratched behind his ears. You did that, and he was your friend for life. He also loved belly rubs. He always rolled over to his side so you could scratch and rub his belly and he'd be in 7th heaven. But now he's gone, and I'm pretty sure my step dad's sister Carol is all giggles and smiles. She hated that dog because she could never bring friends over. He'd bark at them. And plus, her bastard son Michael hit him all the time. He hated that dog. Well, guess what? I hate Michael, I hate his mom and his brother Nick. Their dad Donnie has his moments, but I like him. He's a firm, strong believer in family, and he doesn't take crap from anyone. He's the only one in that house I have respect for. He loved Bandit, he treated Bandit better than anything. But, most of all, I miss that dog Bandit. Sometimes I can't sleep at night because I think about all the stuff I should have done with him, spent more time if I could have, taken him for walks, IDK. But he's in a better place. He's not suffering, he's asking my grandma's husband Gene to scratch his ears and rub his belly, he's asking Rita to feed him treats and play fetch with him or just feed him in general. He's asking both of them to love him as we all did.

Hola!

Sorry I have not been on here doing posts as often as I'd like. I'd been busy lately with this temporary job I have. Yeah, finally after what seemed like 4ever, I have finall found a job!! Woo-hoo!! It's only temporary. It was through a staffing agency near me called Randstad. And my job was originally Mail Room Clerk, sorting through mail and taking care of people's taxes. But now, that has changed. I'm not a Data Entry Clerk, meaning I type in people's info into the computer so it gets taken care of. Yeah, it sounds interesting, mind you there's sarcasm on that. I'll be glad when this job is over! It's not abd, it's more boring than anything, really. OMG, I sound English talking this, lmao. But on May 6, when this job ends, I'm getting another job somewhere else, something more regular, with regular hours. I'm hoping to get a job at FYE, this music/movie store near me. I know about all kinds of movies and music, so I think it would be a natural environment for a pop culture buff such as myself. And I'm also bound and determined to get my license. Which will be I think kinda easy. And when it comes to cars, I want to get either a VW Beetle or a Mini Cooper. IDK why, but I just love those little cars. My sis says that if I get a Mini Cooper, I should deck it out in all things 1960s and London, which I probably would, and as for the VW Bug, it's gonna get hippie-fied!!

But in other news, it's pretty much the same in the Clark-Whetstein camp. Yeah, my last name is Clark, yeah, that's me. And the Whetstein part is the last name of my mom and stepdad. She remarried in 2005 after my parents divorced, but enough of that. Recently, I started reading this book my aunt got me for Christmas, titled Jagger: Rebel, Rambler, Rockstar, Rogue. I don't know why I just now started reading it, but so far, it ain't bad. It's pretty cool. Tells ya that Mick is half Australian, half British. Hmm, best of both worlds, lmao. Also says that he has a brother named Christopher who is said to be living in the shadow of his bro Mick. Basically, anything Chris Jagger does, gets associated with what Mick Jagger does. And as for other blah blah stuff, we, as in my mom, sis, stepdad and me, play pool on Saturday nights when he does not have to work. I'm really thinking about playing my Judas Priest CD down there next time.

Random thought: I think my stepdad might have been reincarnated as a half Italian, half German person. And in a previous life, was British. Cuz he sure does love alot of British stuff, like Premier League Soccer, which his fave teams are the Arsenal Gunners, Manchester United, Tottenham Hotpsurs, Blackburn Rovers, heck, he'll watch ANY British soccer game, does not matter who it is, and as for music, oh brother! He loves ALL kinds of British music, such as: The Rolling Stones, The Dave Clark Five, David Bowie, YES, Bad Company, The Alarm, The Who, you name it, I could go on for hours!!!! I think he was once a British person but was reborn as my stepdad. And I really have to consider the odd possibility that I might be a reincarnated person. I love alot of 60s stuff. I wonder if I was reborn as a hippie who lived in the 1960s? Hmm, that would explain why I have such a fascination with all things British "Swinging" 60s, and American "Woodstock" 1960s.

And in other news, lmao, I'm going on vacation with mi familia in September to Mexico. I think it would be a refreshing change to go on a vacation. And hey, this might be the start to that goal I said I wanted to accomplish of seeing foreign lands. Well, looky looky, it looks like that goal starts with... MEXICO! Besides, I think everyone in my family needs a little R&R, especially me and my sis after dealing with the stress and trauma of what happened in September of 2011.

My Weekend

This weekend, I swear, was the loooooooooooooooooooooooongest weekend EVER!! But it was good. I bought myself a new CD, of an artist I swear I thought I'd never listen to. I ended up buying a CD of Judas Priest, titled the Essential Judas Priest. After a while of hearing Living After Midnight and Turbo Lover on the hard rock radio stations, you begin to start liking them.

And also, my stepdad bought Monty Python's The Life of Brian on Blu-Ray. Now I know why my dad never let me and my sis watch that movie. There's full frontal nudity, it's considered irreverent, and alot of bad language, including the F word and alot of British slang not alot of people would get, except me for some reason. If I hear someone use British slang, I almost instantly know what they are probably saying.

And my sister actually went on a first date with a dude she is going to school with, a guy named Gary. I'm startin to worry that maybe she's maybe moving too fast with him. I don't want him pushing her to have sex with him, because if she gets pregnant, major worries there!

And most of last week I spent blowing my nose out with a cold. And somehow, this morning I woke up to find my nose was bleeding! WTF? I had to blow my nose and all I see was blood! Last week all I did was blow my nose, sleep and practically hack up a lung from my stupid cold that my sis brought home from school, yay!!! Yeah, you can see the sarcasm, huh?

And as for the job search, there is a God!!!!!! I finally managed to find one, it's temporary, only about a month long, but hey, good enough for moi!! I start sometime this month. I gotta call this phone number to find out my start date. Basically it's a mail room job at the US Bank lockbox in Queensgate, really about 15-20 minutes from my house. All I gotta do is basically sort mail and stuff and send it to where it needs to go, mainly tax info. The job ends in April or June, somewhere around there. But, hey, this job is gonna help me towards school, especially the $1200 I have to pay because my financial aid went down like the Titanic. All because of one bad grade, WTF???

Weekend

Man this weekend was long!!!! To start things off, on Friday, I had to go to the dentist! Ugggggghhhhhh! How I hate it! I had to get 3 fillings, at first I was scared to death of this and then I find out getting a filling is not painful, the only pain I felt was the slight pricking of them numbing my gums to do the filling. When I was going home, the entire right side of my face was completely numb, so it felt like I had a fat lip because my lip was numb, so was part of my nose, and almost the entire right side of my face! The numbness is finally gone, thank God! And also while there, I got the little gap in between my 2 front teeth fixed so it looks not so stupid and not so big you could drive a Mack truck through.

On Saturday, we did a little Christmas shopping. I, of course, have not been able to start on mine because I have not been able to find what I'm looking for, and then all of a sudden, my step dad says forget about the CD of Def Leppard and just get him some new PJ's, he says he needs them, and he told me that if I can find some with anything pool table related on them, get them! So I am, however, everyone else in my family is already almost done with their shopping. And also, I've been on an obsessive hunt for a job and when I was checking my email, I received one from a Macy's store in Kenwood Township. It was for a Seasonal holiday Retail Associate, basically doing little grunt work around the store, helping fellow employees, the basic general rundown of that basically. Well, I'm going for it, because I don't know if I'm gonna find work closer to home, I mean, the only neighborhoods that might seem close to my new home is Hyde Park, Cincinnati, Kenwood, Western Hills. My step dad was kinda worried about me going for this job in Kenwood because he says it's kind of far from home, but I told him I'd go for it just to see what happens. Never hurts to try. And IDK, but I really have to wonder how Hyde Park in Ohio got it's name? My step dad seems to think it's because of the Hyde Park in London. Maybe it is.

On Sunday, we did a little more Christmas shopping. We went to Toys R Us in Western Hills to find it. God, I love this store. Nowadays, kids have all the cool toys! Besides, I was occupied trying to find this Disney Princess Mulan doll. She's my fave Disney Princess. One of my step dad's nephews, Nick, wants this big huge Nerf guns. If you don't know what these are, they are basically plastic guns that shoot foam darts with suction cups on the end or soft foam balls. He wants one called Alpha Trooper Blaster and when we found it, it looks like a Tommy Gun for crying out loud. And to add insult to injury, he also wants a snow blower. My mom said let his stupid rich grandparents get it for him, they're rich. So as u can see, my mom and my step dad's nephew's grandparents don't exactly see eye to eye. It's because Nick wants all the expensive stuff. And my mom and step dad also did a little shopping for me while I was in another part of the store. We also got Nick's brother Michael a couple video games. He's into all these war games, so we got him Call of Duty 3 and SOCOM: Army, at least I think that's it, idk. Wasn't paying much attention. So maybe during the week, I can go out and start my shopping finally, first my step dad. I love him dearly, but he's very difficult. I'm not sure where I'm going to find pajama pants with pool cues and pool balls on them in a large size.

Weekends and stuff

Weekends and stuff: I'm not sure what I'll do over the fall break or over the weekend or, for that matter, during the week. Mainly just focus on schoolwork, like normal. I'm thinking about checking out a couple movies from the library to watch so I can keep out of trouble, here's one movie I'm renting, I have it on hold:

I seen bits and pieces of it the last time it was on, but my dad don't like alot of Asian martial arts movies like this, so I'm watching it Friday when I'm off school. He is such a cute actor I swear, Chow Yun-fat and Jet Li are my 2 favorite actors! And I'm also thinking about watching this:

I seen it in 8th grade dance class, never finished it, but I'm a total sucker for dance movies, if it has dancing in it, you can bet a million dollars I'll be sitting in the same position watching it forever! I know it may seem boring to everyone out there in the world of blogging, but I have nothing else better to do over the fall break.

Long Weekend

My weekend stunk! I got to watch the drunks come home from the fireworks and I had some guy say "Hey baby, wanna make love?" only he did not say 'make love'. I was just thinking what a perv! I ignored him! I went to my mom's house over the weekend, I bought 2 books last night. How my weekend must be so boring!

Weekend

My weekend was soooooooooooooooooooo boring! I hate not having much money! I would like to just be able to go out every great now and then and be able to buy something! I hate having to wait until birthdays and Christmas to buy something! I put my application in everywhere and no one has called! I have been more aggressive than ever and it does not seem to be helping!  I WANT MONEY!  I just want to able to go out and buy something every great now and then!  The only major thing I watched or bought was Kiss of the Dragon with Jet Li and a CD of Rihanna, it was the Good Girl Gone Bad album. For the fans of martial arts, I'm not sure if you would like it. Other than that, I went to Cynthiana  to see relatives. Never in my life did I know that I possess such racist relatives. They were talking openly and very badly of the Latin people in the U.S. But basically my weekend was boring!  I used about the last of my 20 dollars saved from christmas to buy a CD of The Rolling Stones, their Forty Licks CD.