New House, New Blog Post

It's moving week!! ...and I've only got eight boxes packed. Basically just some dishes, all my shoes, purses/scarves/belts, movies and magazines. Four of those boxes are solely for my shoes and movies (you see where my priorities lie). I've still got a lot to do. We've got some MAJOR cleaning to do up in this biz. I don't think we cleaned the stove once. That's gonna be nice and nasty. And the fridge is a whole other story. I cleaned it out the other day, and who knows what I pulled out of the veggie drawers... It looked like a mix between soggy spinach and egg yolks. *GAG THE WHOLE TIME* I don't blame you for labeling us as filthy pigs. I mean, we're not Hoarders status, but we definitely aren't clean freaks.

I have mixed feelings about this move. On one hand, it will be kind of nice to have my dad there to cook and pay the bills for me, and to not be home alone all the time. But on the other hand, I do enjoy this feeling of independence, and I'm gonna miss my roommate like craaaaaazy.

I am for sure not going to miss our landlord though. That WANG. Thank goodness we don't have to see him between now and the day we move out. He called me yesterday and told us to just "put the keys in the kitchen drawer." You'd think he would want to see the place before we move out. Apparently not. I'm okay with that. Moving on.

My new place is HUGE. It's got three bedrooms and three bathrooms. I am so excited. My dad, my sister, and I could all be in the bathroom at the same time. Don't ask me why I am fascinated with that idea. Perhaps it's because we once shared ONE bathroom, and it didn't work out. Then our last place had two bathrooms, but my dad's was practically off-limits. Sharing with my sister is a NIGHTMARE. It's like living with an animal. You have to disinfect everything after she's been in there. She better keep it clean this time. I WILL BRING THE HAMMER DOWN.

Side note, something keeps making a loud, scary noise in the kitchen. I don't know what it is. It sounds like one of those rubber popping toys, but 10 times bigger.

Well, laundry's done. Guess it's time to actually go do something with my day. To whoever reads this, bye for now...!

P.s. I REEEEEEEEALLY wish I could pack my cat :(

I Play Piano. And I love it.

So I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned this in any of my previous posts... but I play piano. And I love it. I teach it too, but that's besides the point. I was just looking through a few old videos I made last year of me playing a couple songs, and it made me want to learn some new ones. Only one problem: I DON'T KNOW WHICH SONGS TO LEARN!! So I'm open to suggestions. Any ideas? I'll probably try to learn any and all suggestions that get thrown at me, since I have all of five followers on here. So suggest!! And I'll do my best to recreate a few songs! Hugs&kisses.

p.s. Here are a couple samples of my old stuff... Don't judge. It was a while ago.

6-Year-Old Boyfriend Stealers & FINALLY Meeting HER.

I don't have any particular topics to discuss this time... just a weekend update pretty much (although I often tend to go off on tangents during these intended "short" summaries).

So this past weekend me and Danny went up to Clovis (by Fresno) to visit a friend. We got there Saturday evening, so our friend took us to see the town... at 10:00 at night. Pitch black is a good color

for Clovis. The next morning we went to a softball tournament for our friend's 8 & under team of the cutest little girls. They did really great (probably better than I would've done... I used to play like 10 years ago... I'll just say that people weren't exactly encouraging me to make a career out of it).

In between games, Danny and I made friends with some of the girls. Well, Imade friends with them. Danny, however, was basically stolen from me by a six-year-old named Ashley. She was glued to his lap, arms around his neck, glaring at me, when she

very sternly spoke the words "HE'S MINE" to me. I didn't

know whether to think it adorable, or to be legitimately intimidated. The next day we went to Sequoia National Forest to see the giant trees. ...and to get lost for a couple hours, see a bear, and to "plank," "teapot," "ball," "owl," "pillar," and "toothpick." The pictures explain it all. It's just as stupid as planking. And yes, we were dumb enough to do it right after having a conversation about how stupid it is. Then we came back home that night.

In other news, I had King Taco for the first time! It was yummy. I actually ate nothing but Mexican food for two days straight: King Taco, enchiladas, quesadilla, tostada... But I'm not complaining.

Now for the most exciting part of my week. Just a few hours ago, I saw my idol Vanessa Carlton IN PERSON!!! I've been dreaming about this moment for years... almost 10 years to be exact. I was hoping to go to her show in LA a few weeks ago, but I was completely broke, so I couldn't afford the cheap $25 tickets. (Yes, $25 is a lot to me. I'm cheap. I get it from my mother, who shops primarily on the clearance rack and keeps a book full of hundreds of coupons in baseball card organizers.) You can imagine my excitement when my roommate told me that Vanessa was going to be in Beverly Hills tonight. Of course, we went. It started out disastrous. We got rear-ended on the freeway on the way there, but luckily there wasn't any damage, just a little dent in the license plate. The crash felt WAY bigger than it really was. Idiot didn't get off the freeway with us either. That's LA for you. Buttloads of traffic, and a couple close calls later, we made it to the Beverly Center. We found the store, browsed a bit, were offered champagne and fancy snacks like you'd get at a party at the White House... and then SHE walked in. I was literally shaking with excitement. I took a bunch of creeper photos with my phone. Then she looked at me. She said hi to me. She asked what my name was. VANESSA CARLTON KNOWS MY NAME. Now that you think I'm a complete and utter moron for being so obsessed with her, I'll have you know we took a picture together and she touched me too! I will never wash my back again. Kidding, I'm not THAT obsessed. But overall, it was an amazing experience. And I HAVE to see her again. Because I have four CDs that need her signature on them.

2012: SO Not the End

So the world is supposed to end next year. That's not really something you hear everyday, that you can just brush off (even though I have been brushing it off for the past couple years since the rumor started). So I finally decided to go out on a ledge and find out WHY people have been making such a big deal about it.

Apparently NASA is the go-to source for all this "end of the world" info. They have a whole Q&A section just for 2012 on their website. People want to know why the world is ending. Most of the questions are related to the following:

• the end of the Mayan calendar
• a planet, discovered by the Sumerians thousands of years ago, named Nibiru, Eris, or Planet X (that's my favorite) is hurling towards Earth and will collide with it next December
• the Earth being hit by some random meteor (Deep Impact, anyone?)
• giant solar storms

NASA pretty much concludes that the Earth is, in fact, NOT ending, by thoroughly and logically answering these questions. They compare the Mayan calendar to our yearly calendar: the world doesn't end on December 31, when our calendar ends... so why should it be any different with the Mayan's calendar? They also state that no planets or meteors are on the agenda to collide with us, and giant solar storms are also not on the list. They have GOT to be sick of repeating themselves to all the nutjobs who continue to come up with different scenarios of planets and other miscellaneous space rocks colliding with Earth.

And now that you're bored to death with my findings on 2012, here's a video I found that was kinda funny, featuring some predictions that are more likely to happen next year... 12 Amazing 2012 Predictions <---click!

BUT WHAT IF the world really did end? Maybe not next December, but in five years? 10? 20? 50? As this thought rolled through, around, inside and out of my mind, I began to wonder to myself, "WHAT DO I WANT TO DO BEFORE THIS 'END'??" So I made a list. And here it is:

• See the Northern lights
• Travel to every continent (yes, including Antarctica!)
• Get married (to Danny, of course!)
• Have kids (I'm kinda iffy on that one, because if you knew the world was ending, would you really want to bring kids into it, just to be sucked right out again?? Then again, that sounds like the perfect life... being a kid with not a care in the world, being able to experience all the fun things in life for free, and then shooting straight up to heaven before being corrupted by this world...)
• Drive across the country, coast to coast
• Fly in a hot air balloon
• See Vanessa Carlton LIVE

I'm really terrible of thinking of things to do (obviously). But my point is, that we don't know when the world is going to end. We don't know when we are going to die. So LIVE!! If you want to climb the tallest mountain in the world, DO IT. If you want to travel to every country in the world, DO IT. If you want to roll around in a room full of cats, DO IT.

Shannon, out.

Because These Things Will Change.

It has been almost a year and a half since my last post. And to my 4 followers: I apologize. It's been a crazy year. And I'll admit, I may have forgotten that this blog existed. Anyways, this means it's time for a quick recap of the past 16 months...

My last post was from the end of February of last year. Things have inevitably changed. The following spring and summer--at least in my life--were relatively uneventful. In September though, I met who is now the love of my life.

When we first met, we were unimpressed with one another, and made little to no effort to get to know each other. The only thing we had in common was a couple mutual friends. ...er, so we thought. After becoming friends on Facebook (our generation's dependence on technology in order to have a successful social life is so pathetic), we started hanging out, and after a couple months, became best friends. Then, we became MORE than friends, and on January 8, 2011, we became official (yup, it was on Facebook and everything). We just celebrated our six month anniversary.

In other news, I moved out of my dad's house! I moved into a little back house in Glendora with my friend Krystal. I've been here for almost six months. After experiencing the insane money-sucking experience that is living on your own at age 20, I've decided to move back in with my dad, but under one condition: I GET MY OWN ROOM. Because, in the past year that I was absent from the blogging world, my sister became a teenage tweaker, as well as kind of a brat, making it impossible to live with her.

Also, I decided I want a kitten. And since I'll be paying rent, I'm going to get one.

I also finally quit Fashion Q! That's right, no more Korean Nazi bosses! Instead, I work for an after school program in the Hacienda Heights/La Puente district. I am a "piano specialist" (sounds fancy, huh?) so I come in three days a week and get to teach these K-8 kiddos whatever I want about piano! It's such a fun job. And the pay isn't half bad either! These are the times that I am grateful my parents pushed me into taking a couple more years of lessons when I was little.

Oh, I also worked at Kohl's for like six months... but I try to block those memories out. *shudder*

So that is my life now. I'll try to keep more on top of this now... although I think that's what I said last time, and we can see how well that worked out... Oh well. I'll try again. Maybe this time it'll work. Sayonara for now!