Blogging is just fun to do

When it's late at night and you are in a big house you only sleep in once a year. All the lights are out, and the only thing you can smell is faded cigarette smoke & the only thing you can hear is the tall basement stairs creaking.

It's basically pretty relaxing. I'm taking a break from reading as well, a book called A Million Little Pieces.
It's cliche, yes, and I read it a long time ago but I don't really remember a thing.
I don't want to read anything else about crazy people or, in this case, mental institutions (loony bins as I like to call them) after watching Shutter Island for the first time.
Movie review! In case you havent seen this movie I will tell you now I may give out some spoiler alerts, so...beware?
I love movies like this, I have refrained from Shutter Island since it came out because typical me hates watching things that everyone talks about constantly and urges me to see it. So I was always just like, oh sounds good, yeah, I'll see it one of these days. Never did. Until vacation when my uncle who is obsessed with technology and has all these weird ass inventions and new gadgets lying around the house, offers to play it after burning it from the internet. So, I totally agreed to watch it. It would be with my family who has never heard of it before and I could be the one who says, oh yeah guys I know about this movie. And they wouldn't have a clue. So, we watched it tonight.
It completely played with my mind, it's creepy how fast someone could convince you that you are completely insane within five minutes if they had the right tricks up their sleeves. Sometimes I think that half the patients in the institutions these days are there for misconceptions of their mind. Anyone has what it takes to be as crazy as the next guy, he's just had different strings pulled. We could be in his shoes any day. Maybe. With a little lobotomy done, who knows!
Anyways, since all my friends kept glorifying the incredible twist in the ending of this movie, I had a feeling that the end was going to be just as it turned out to be so I wasn't quite as amazed as I hoped for. I had a feeling he was imagining certain people, and that he probably was the murderer of his wife and lived with a guilty conscience which is pretty common.

I can't sit here and act like a know it all.
I mean, it is like 'they' say, right? If you get surgery often, does that really make you a surgeon?




Fuck yes it makes you a surgeon, you bet your ass it makes you a surgeon, and don't you forget it.

This trip has been all that it was cracked up to be. Family, drunken gatherings (on my part), malls, attractions, hills, and reminiscing.
As usual, all that 'fun' has to come to an end, and that end is tomorrow. We are leaving to come back home to the flat land.
I wish I lived in a hilly area, with a fun quaint city where there were always things to do and shows to see. That's all I ask. I plan on doing so very soon.
I wasn't made to come to South Carolina, I wasn't ever made to live there.
Maybe it's not exactly here that I'd live, but it will have pretty green grassed hills and shit to do.

I put my niece to bed last night, and it was weird as hell because my mom packed her the little books I was read before bed when I was 6 or 7. I felt like a mom. I ran her bath, put on her pj's, brushed her teeth and tucked her under the covers. I sat facing her while reading a curious george story book as I noticed she didn't look satisfied. I asked what was wrong and she wanted me to get under the covers with her and lay beside her while I read. I decided, why not, and did as she asked. I felt her head drop on my chest and I ran my fingers through her hair which is almost an impulse for me to do, and I remember being in her place only years ago. I got so creeped out by time and how much things change and how it all slips through the cracks of my fingers.

I'm pissed at my dad too because I told him that I had someone taking care of my cat while I was gone and he said that was fine, and then I get a call from matt saying pants wasnt in my room. So then I call my dad and he says he threw her outside just because he had a stuffy nose and figured he was allergic to cats. asshole. I started having a meltdown and crying my eyes out, I called matt and just cried to him asking to look for her. I still can't believe I did that, how awkward. So he was like, mel i'm already on it and he was in my backyard in like 5 minutes and said her food was outside and that he saw an animal under my house but couldnt see what it was. All i remember is screaming at my dad on the phone about how much i hate him until i was on my aunts lawn curled up in a ball yelling in the phone for all the neighbors to see what a wacked out job I was. Goodness. Even now I still don't know where my cat is but Matt said he's been looking everyday and putting food in her bowl. I don't know if that should make me feel better or not. My sister kept comforting me because she could kind of relate to how I felt, she knew how much of an asshole my dad was, and kept saying how much of a good guy matt was and stuff and on and on about him when all i wanted her to talk to me about was my damn cat.

whatever. she better be there when i get back or i will just about lose it.
I'm really not a crazy cat person like I seem, it's just that I have raised her since she was a kitten so it just kind of sucks that this happened.
I care too much about other things and other people that it ends up leaving me a complete mess. I can never just focus on myself really.

But I did treat myself to a couple good things on this trip. I got a new black leather purse from urban outfitters, and a couple sexy cute dresses from there, and I got some lingerie from this little botique and some new heels and some other outfits around the mall. Retail therapy can tend to make me feel better, not always but most of the time. I don't go shopping that often, since now I have had to be the one to pay for everything like my clothes and food since I have a job. But I saved money especially this trip to finally take some time and shop for summer clothes.
On the way back home tomorrow I really want to stop by Roanoke, where I was born. I was told that we could, but who knows if they will want to. I really hope so. That is the cutest little town, and monsterous hills. The average person who lives there has a drive way as steep as a.....really steep waterslide. ha.

okay I'm running out of good similes for things so now that means I need to go to bed. or keep talking to my friends on Facebook IM who I've been ignoring for this blog. It's nice to get everything out. I do like blogging, I do.
I have so many things to do when I get home though, everyones been trying to plan things with me the second I get there between beaufort and bluffton and hilton head and it's hard to combine them all as soon as I get home. It just wont happen. But what will happen is me seeing sex and the city 2, I HAVE to see it, I am a sex and the city fanatic.
This was fun.

xoxo,
yours