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I don't have anything spectacular today. And haven't, for a few days. And I know I'm mostly talking to myself, but hey, I done got me a diary that everyone can read. You know what is spectacular though? My name was made into a song today. A big deal? No. But it amused the heck out of me.

Duct tape has been holding my life together. I freaking luv this stuff. You see, I have the unfortunate occurrence of a short leg. A 20mm short leg. That's almost an inch. And this difference has effed up my whole body. My pelvis is twisted, my buns..nevermind. We won't go there. But most of all my neck hurts. Well, not hurt like pain pain, but it's constant soreness. And When I tilt my head back and roll it back, and forth, it gets to be like popcorn. Well anyway, I have to wear a horrible rubbery thing in my shoe and it.does.not.stay. My chiro guy says people don't usually have trouble with them. And I'm like cracka please! I literally have to duct tape that mofo TO MY FOOT. Under my sock, and jam all 12mm of it into my shoes. I'm also cheap and won't buy skinny jeans. I want them to tuck into boots, but I'm skinny. And you need to be skinny to wear skinny jeans. So I'd ONLY get to wear them when I wear boots. The solution? Wrap my normal jeans around my legs and duct tape them! The top Sir Phelix's cage is coming off so...duct tape it! (Actually, I may have electrical tape on there. Ooh! Fun fact: electrical tape has to electrical charge, it is just used to wrap around wires often. Some people seem confused by that. I guess working for an electrician really gets you some insider info.) Sir Phelix and Kooper the Fluffy have also decided chewing on my computer cord is fun. Now it's covered in lime green duct tape.

You know what else I love? Hot chocolate. Especially since "spring" here in the great north means snow and cold. But you know what sucks? The laborious task of heating up milk (or water), pouring the mix in, and ugh...stiring. Well no longer am I stuck in the dark ages. I got a Keurig coffee maker (technically it's not "mine" but I use it regularly.) And let me tell you, this bad boy has graduated me from peasant to high priestess of warm beverages. I'm not much of a coffee person (it makes me sick) but love tea and, of course hot chocolate. This thing is like having a hot chocolate slave. I command it with my fingers. And it is spewed into my beautiful beverage cup that I don't share.

Does anyone else procrastinate? Like BAD!? Right now I'm supposed to be writing 2 papers. Guess what's not happening. I have no will power, I have no self discipline, and it scares me. I don't know what to do about this! Maybe I'll go watch youtube videos...Olan Rogers sounds good right now......
NO! Dangit Kendra! Gahhhh! Does anyone know how to control this? SOMEONE HELP ME, I HAVE A FLAT TIRE!!!!!

Ladies and Gentlemen

I'm a cashier. The most prestigious job? No. But it's a job, and it pays the bills until I finish college. I get painfully bored throughout the day. It is a dull, soul sucking job and the unbelievable rude, condescending, arrogant, stupid, or just plain crazy people I meet every day never ceases to amaze me.

I work at a store where we have to memorize all the sales every week and type in all the prices and discounts manually (like how they did it in the middle ages). You may be wondering at this point why the title of this post is "Ladies and Gentlemen" instead of "Why your cashier secretly hates you". Well that, my friends, is because every time I get called a name, yelled or snapped at, or a childlike tantrum is thrown at my register, I lock that away in the good ole' memory bank. And I've noticed a pattern...

Tell me if I'm wrong, but as an overall population, women find men dumb and men find women crazy/ impossible to understand. Of course we can think of tons of exceptions, but let's think big picture here, ok people? I'm here to tell you, as a woman, that based on my experiences men are right. Women are f***ing nuts. They're rude, they're dumb, they're manipulative, downright awful to work with. Now, I have had some lovely ladies come through my line, chatting it up, great people, but every single time I've had a terrible customer that makes me want to stab them, it's a woman.

Allow me to draw you a mental picture of what usually happens. Picture an end cap (the short side on the end of an isle that you walk by to get to the next isle). The top half will have different kinds of glue for making jewelry. The bottom half will have buckets of rhinestones. There is a sign, roughly in the middle that says " 50% OFF ACRYLIC GEMS". A huge red and white sign with pt 400 bold, black font. A woman will bring up 10 tubes of glue and you type in the price (and they force you to say it out loud). As soon as "10 at $2.99 in jewelry" crosses my lips and I go to reach for the next item, the woman will snarkily announce "no, those were on sale!" And you say, no, those are not on sale. She'll argue, saying there was a sign "RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM!!!!!!" So you show her the ad. She still insists you are wrong and stupid in an angry voice. So, while speaking in as soothing of tones that you can muster, you tell her to show you the sign. She walks you back to it and you read it, pointing at each word (as you would to a small child learning to read) "50. percent. off. acrylic. gems. Which are right here, under the sign. It says absolutely nothing about glue." So instead of admitting she's wrong (hey, aren't guys the ones who can never admit they're wrong?) she'll go on to tell you how YOU are a deceitful person, and this company is designed to cheat people out of money, blah blah blah. And of course, won't buy the glue. She may even chuck her whole cart at you, while reminding you how evil you are, and storm out. And this happens usually at least once a day.

Now onto guys. A guy will walk by that same end cap, pick up some glue, and when he gets to the register and I ring it up he will do one of two things. 1. Not care that it isn't on sale, and say nothing. Or 2. Ask "hey, was this on sale?" to which I will reply "no" and he'll either say "that's ok, I still need it" or "oh, ok, nevermind, I think I'll pass." And then we'll part ways on pleasant terms. I can only think of one occasion where a man has given me a hard time about something being on sale....and he was right. Which brings me to my next point.

"The customer is always right." The motto of retail since forever. Whoever coined that term deserves to be tarred and feathered. THE CUSTOMER IS NEVER FREAKING RIGHT. EVER. Ok, well a solid 97% of the time the customer is wrong or another employee forgot to take down a sign (but I can count the number of times that has happened on one hand).

I don't know why it turns out this way, but it is what I have experienced in the thousands of people I've helped in my job as a cashier. I sympathize with men a lot more than I used to, as I can only imagine what it is like for the poor soul who lives with wome of these bee-otches. And why my ideal customer is a 20 something guy. They're never crazy like women, obnoxious like teen boys, or slow and confused like older guys. They also know how to work debit cards (you would think it requires a PhD according to some people) and are the best looking. Check mate.

And for a quick PSA: On the not of debit/credit cards. I would like to take a brief moment to educate you. There are 2 ways in which machines ask for cards. Vertically (in which you stand the card up and slide the magnetic strip usually to the left, but occasionally to the right) or horizontally, in which you NEVER NEVER EVER NEVER FOREVER NEVER EVER NEVER will slide it with your signature/magnetic strip up. There is not a single machine in America that does it that way. NOT ONE. SO LEARN HOW TO SLIDE A FREAKING CARD. When you TELL your cashier your credit card is nearly maxed out and it's your 5th one (yes, people do tell me a lot about their personal finances) I expect you to know how to use it by now. Just remember, if for some reason you can't ever remember how to slide a card, there is a picture, right there on the machine (or sometimes a friendly note) that tells you.

Childhood and Most Convincing Paranormal

Well hidey ho there good citizens! I know that at this point, between 0 and 3 people have found, or read this here web log, but that don't mean I shall be silent. Wow, grammar at its finest. I also know I haven't been on here in a couple days NOT THAT YOU CARE. But I'm sorry anyway. Ok, I have prattled on enough. It's time for part 1 of my paranormal experiences.

Let me preface this with a smidge of personal history. I am a Catholic and was raised that way. My mumsy always told me it was a sin to believe in ghosts, that there's no way "lost souls" could exist, yadda yadda. And I was scared to question it for fear of being sent into the fiery depths of hell. BUT that didn't curb my natural curiosity with anything unexplained. I still don't believe in the whole "lost soul" thing. But I have my own theory. IF ghosts do indeed exist, mayhaps purgatory (if you don't know, it's the place where your soul goes to be purified before you can enter into heaven) is on earth!? Yes? No? I don't know. And that bothers me.

So the first thing that happened when I was a kid, I can't say it was ghosts or whatever, but it is unexplained. So my old house (well it wasn't old when I lived there, it was built when I was a young child). Anywho, rather than try to explain this layout, I will insert an illustration...

So as you can see, my house was on a hill. and the shorter part of our diveway was steep and leveled out where it met the longer part of our shared driveway (the brown rectangle in he corner was my neighbor's house). So my bedroom window was in the front corner of the house, looking out over the driveway. I would see little blue lights floating around in the woods across from my house (in the general area labeled "woods" with floating blue lights painted on it.) It wasn't just me, my cousin saw them too. He's actually the one who pointed them out. I had ignored them up until that point. You see, all that was back there was woods. There was an old railroad track that was no longer in use but no houses or peope of any sort. And they weren't freaking fireflies, if that's what you're thinking. I lived in the country, so there were no lights, or anything back there. I will never know what the plums that was. PS: I hace no idea why my alignment switched to center and I can't find the button to change it back! I'm just that dumb.

 

So onto the strangest and most convincing "paranormal" thing that has happened to me. There is no explanation for this. None. No logic is present here. So this happened after I moved out of that house into a condo type thing in MT. We were on the second floor, all the windows shut, and it was around 1:00am. I'm laying on my couch all by myself (everyone else was in bed like normal people). So from where I was facing, the TV was on my left and the hallway leading to the bedrooms/bathrooms was straight ahead of me, to the right a bit, so I could only see part way down the hall. On my right was our laundry room then the kitchen. So I'm laying there watching Inside Eventing and all of a sudden I get this strong waft of the most floral, like, heavy floral scent coming at me. It was almost like if that guy that wears too much axe (doesn't everyone have one of those?), the one who you can smell before you see him (and know which direction he's coming from). It was almost like that, only a flowery scent. Now this was NOT any perfume, kitchen item, or laundry item in our house. I've never smelled it before or since. I lay on my back, petrified as if Medusa herself had appeared and stared deeply into my pupils. Later on once I had mustered up the courage to get off the couch and into my bedroom, I FLEW in there, and all traces of the scent were gone. It had only lingered for  moment, actually, before disappearing completely. WTF.

 

So a few days (or months, perhaps a fortnight) later I mentioned it to my mom. She told me that Mary. THE Mary, the Mother of Jesus Mary, when she has appeared to people, they report a heavy scent of roses. She said maybe she had visited me. My first thought was "dear God I HOPE SO!" Because then I have nothing to fear. But then, if it was her, why in the name of all things good and pure in this world would she be visiting little ol' me at 1am, in the darkness, scaring me to the point of almost wetting myself (not really, but when I'm nervous/scared I do usually have to whaz. Sorry, TMI, let's just pretend that didn't happen, ok?)

 

Ok, so that's it. Don't you worry though, my darlings, for there are more to come. This was just the beginning and the stuff that happened in my next house is much scarier and more appropriate to tell around a campfire. Now there's an idea. I wanna tell ghost stories around a campfire NOW. I don't care that it's skimming freezing on the mercury. I think I have ADD, as well as OCD and extreme laziness. Ok bye! OH and get ready for mayhaps a video or two in the very near future. I may acutally record my next video and post the link on there. Typing up my experiences is hard work! My wittle fingers are tired. And like I said, I suffer from extreme laziness.

Peace out, homies.

Me Brain!

So I came across a picture. This glorious picture that rather sums up my entire existance. You see, I'm a text book introvert. And it's not a bad thing. I like being an introvert. The thing is that society is based on extroverts. Introverts are like clams. On the outside they're boring. An average color. And they can be very difficult to crack open. But tickle their fancy a bit and HOLY CRAP! A pearl! We do have thoughts and opinions (as the above picture indicates) and sometimes they're dang awesome. (And sometimes they're duds, but hey, someone will love them.)

I have come to a conclusion. About my brain. It goes to 2 extremes when talking to people (and the more attractive I find a person, the worse it gets). Sometimes, I freeze. My brain becomes Antarctica. I. can't. talk. Nothing comes to my mind except awkward giggles and "yeah" "oh, that's cool". I become less exciting than a head of iceberg lettuce. Either that or I get diarrhea. No, not that kind. Diarrhea of the mouth. I talk too loud, my laugh is obnoxious, and I ramble on excessively about everything. Some recent examples are horses, burlap, duck dynasty, and my cockatiels. All the while my victim sits there, probably thinking something along the lines of  "shut up, shut up, shut up". It kinda sucks. Is anyone else out there like this? Am I the only unfortunate soul. Oh dear. I shouldn't have said that. "POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULSSSS SO SAAAAD SO TRUE!!!!!!!!" Jonas Brothers flashback. Good ghandi.

Well before I let you scamper away. Please look at this list I found of 10 myths about introverts. If you or someone you know is suffering from introvertism, this will help you to understand.

(I found this on a blog entitle "I just saw things and they are weird"

Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.

Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.

Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.
Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.

Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people.
On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.

Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.
Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.

Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.
Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.

Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.
Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.

Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.
Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.

Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun.
Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.

Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.
A world without Introverts would be a world with few scientists, musicians, artists, poets, filmmakers, doctors, mathematicians, writers, and philosophers. That being said, there are still plenty of techniques an Extrovert can learn in order to interact with Introverts. (Yes, I reversed these two terms on purpose to show you how biased our society is.) Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.

Well Here I am!

Dear God, it's my first post on this here blog. Blog....I don't like that word. I also don't like the words ointment, moist, toot, kiddo, or craggy. While I'm standing here, on my soapbox (where did that saying come from?) I'mma just tell you a tiddly bit about myself and my blog (nards! there it is again!)

First, you should know that I've created an account on youtube at this very moment I don't have any videos up, but check back in a fortnight and I hope to have some that coincide with some posts on here. The url is www.youtube.com/thisiskendra15. Why 15 you ask? Well that my good sir (or madam) is my favorite #. Duh.

So you're here, reading this. But what are my plans, my vision for this place? Well I don't know, entirely. Let's take a look at some things I'm into:

Makeup-
I love makeup (along with hair stuff and nails)! I spend too much $$$ on it and find messing around with it very therapeutic. I want to do some hauls, favorites, tutorials, stuff like that.

Animals-
Horseback riding really blows my skirt up. I barrel race and take dressage lessons. I love to talk about tack so I definately want to do some reviews and maybe even how to's. And just fun chats, maybe some info for those not yet endowed with a vast knowledge of horses. Also I have a cockatiel (and care for my sister's) and love to talk about them! They're always around....lurking....

Paranormal/History-
Ghosts, bigfoot, aliens, unicorns, jackalopes, you name it, I WANNA KNOW ABOUT IT! I am a skeptic but I definately have an interest in anything strange. I love to prattle about my experiences and questions.

Experiences-
This is broad. Broader than my chubby tummy. I love to do strange things in public (think eating vanilla pudding out of a miracle whip jar...which was unpleasant. I do not like vanilla pudding!) I also have so many strange, funny, or downright infuriating things happen at work that I enjoy spewing words about that.

What? You're still reading this? Congrats, you win a slice of pie. Well. I'm going to go ride unicorns and stare at shiny objects (two of my favorite activities). That's a lie. I'm going to eat first. Dear God I'm starving! Blo....er...internet writing really takes it out of you!