The Cheshire House Four

Hello Journal,

I turned in my application. And I got a short interview there with a manager. So guess who has a job now? Me! Isn't that awesome? I start Saturday at noon. It's so great to have a summer job that will hopefully become a permanent job at the end of summer vacation. Because seriously. I need the gosh darn money. Also need to get out of this house more often. Swimming, taking a jog, and all that is getting pretty tiresome. Repetitive too. I mean, it's nice to not have to do something. But after a while it does get kind of old. Also it would be cool to make more friends and know how to use a cash register. I kind of wanted to know what some of the buttons mean. I know they're for sales and stuff but I mean what they're labeled for and just when to use them. Hopefully training to use one will be a breeze. I sound really stupid don't I?

Not knowing how a register works. I kind of feel stupid for writing that. Though, you're my journal so I got nothing to worry about. If anyone else was reading this, I would feel like an idiot. Heh. Good thing no one I know reads my journal for no good reason. Or at all. And my family respects my privacy enough to not do this. Then again what kind of asshole parent reads their kids diary or something like that? It's such an invasion of privacy. Like don't you think of your kids as people? Why do that kind of thing...I'm rambling. Anyway, after that I got myself some vanilla ice cream and cream soda. Made a huge cream ice cream float.

Despite sounding absolutely stupid, it's good. Also made a black cherry ice cream float. That was pretty much awesome. Tasted better too. Maybe because there was an actual interesting flavor in the mix.

I also had a weird dream last night. It started with me doing the laundry. Folding clothes to be exact. I was folding my shirts when I heard footsteps. Like from the other day but coming down the stairs. In the dream, I froze. Couldn't move, scream or do anything. Like any typical nightmare. The footsteps went from hurried to slow and I felt my stomach drop. You see the laundry room is next to the kitchen but it's on your left away from the doorway. Near the fridge too. And I could only see this person's shadow as I listened to them walk in. Their breathing got heavier as they turned the corner to me. In the low light of the laundry room, I barely saw their face. When he stepped forward, I realized he was a man in his late twenties. Tall, thin, and sickly pale. His eyes were all I really remember about his face. They were blue lifeless orbs in his face. As blank as a doll's. He said something but I don't remember what it was. It was urgent at the time, I think but I can't be entirely sure. This man wasn't exactly a loud speaker so I think that's the reason I don't remember.

At any rate,he walked slowly towards me holding a hand out. Like he intended on grabbing me or something. I dragged myself out of my dream as I choked on a scream. This was a few hours before I dropped off my application. And I think this is a combination of watching too many horror movies along with an over active imagination. I think this place is having a weird effect on me too. So maybe this job will help me with that. It'll get me out of here often and I won't dream of weird things afterwards. Hopefully. For now, I think I'm going to turn on a comedy and relax. It's three in the afternoon so hopefully something good will be on. Maybe the Frighteners or Shaun of the dead. Most people would be pointing out that they're horror comedy but they're fun. And the actors are awesome as fuck. Especially Simon Pegg. He played my favorite character in the Star Trek movies and was one of the only reasons I watched it.

Benadryl Cucumberpatch was the reason I almost said fuck it. The guy is a racist sack of rotten dicks. I won't rant about the creepy fucker. He's done so much wrong and I can't just spend all my time listing the stuff. It would take at least five pages. Maybe more.

And in all honesty, he isn't worth my time or effort. But I will go on about how much I adored the way the new Bones is. And Simon Pegg's portrayal of Scotty is just so awesome. He really dialed up Scotty's quick wit and humor. I thoroughly enjoyed how adorable he looked too. Oh and I love the new Uhura. Her name is Zoë Saldana. She was perfect. I wish she had gotten some fight scenes in the new movie. Like Nichelle Nichols was very good too. After all, she was the original Uhura. But I wish she got to fight in the show. It would have been so cool.

But at least Sulu in both continuities were awesome fighters. Way better than Kirk as always. And way more interesting to watch. I wish his actor, John Cho, was in more action roles. But oh well, maybe someone will cast him. Cuz as much as I liked him in Harold and Kumar, I kinda wanna see him do cooler roles. Like. Well...anyway. Back to the new Uhura, who should have also kicked more ass. This isn't the nineteen sixties. We can move past boring tropes of having women characters being put to the side so men can save them. Especially boring, badly written, male characters. Because seriously. Kirk wasn't this big of a dick in the original series. So why is he now? It doesn't...ugh. Okay, I need to stop the nerd rage.

I'll be writing all day if I do. And I won't waste an entire day writing about stupid things from a bad movie. It's just too dang silly.

With love,

Morticia.