This is a list of things that really irritate me beyond belief.

1. People who text me after I call them with ‘You called?’

No shit I called you! Do you have a missed call that says “Amber”?? Then it’s pretty damn obvious I called you. Call me back. Don’t text me unless you’re doing something where you can’t talk.

2. People who tell me the proper way to do my job.

I get happy little comments daily on the proper way to do my job. ‘You know to make the cupcake better you should…’ or ‘You’d make so  much more money if you had a vegan/gluten-free/sugar-free cupcake.’ Actually you annoying prude, we tried that and they DID NOT sell. So go bake yourself a cupcake without wheat if you want it so bad.

 
3. My “smart” phone

It constantly changed words to random words that I’ve never even heard of.  Like when I type “hahah” it turns it into “hasher.”  Like WHY THE EFF do I want to put hasher randomly in my texts. (BTW, hash is some social group or something and the members call
themselves hashers).

4. Burn a CD and the song titles don’t change

I mean really. iTunes figures out how to keep everything in place when transferring stuff to any device; why can you not keep the song names on the cd when I go to import.

5. Hit backspace while typing a long whatever and then for some reason it thinks you want to go back a page and you lose everything.

I mainly think when I would fill out those questionnaires when applying for scholarships, or when you’re going to do a new post and something random happens and screws you.

6. People who are too caught in their ways to be compassionate

We all have our faults and while I’m sure I don’t always have the most compassion for everyone, always; but some people are just heartless and this makes me want to punch them in their stupid prude-ass faces.

7. Girls who don’t realize the person they are with has changed their whole life for them.

If you know me, you’ll know what I mean; you’ll know who I mean.

:(

Sometimes music is the presence

These songs make me happy everytime I hear them lately. =D

Sadly, I must announce…

That all of the short stories on my blog are mine. Please do not use them as your own. Thank you.

Avengeance

This resulted from an exercise in my short story writing class. We were encouraged to write about something we knew we could not currently do and combine it with something we didn’t think we’d think twice about doing.

 

The ringing phone filled her with dread. Had it caught up with her? Could there really have been a witness? Would they really rat her out?  Every question imaginable rang thru her head as her Rise Against ringtone filled the moist air. Silently remindingherself to change that ringtone, she picked up the phone.

“Hel-low,” one could only imagine this voice belonged to a vivacious red-head who had the tendency to smack her gum and fiddle with her hair.

“Hi, yes. Is this Crystal Roland?” A robotic woman’s voice flooded thru the phone line and into Amber’s ears.

“Yes-by-golly it sure is! How can I be of service tuh-day?” Her accent was easily accomplished because many already heard a twang in her voice when she talked normal.

“Well my name is Claire Glass with the Tucson Police Department in Arizona.  And I was wondering if I could do a quick phone interview with you?” Each word Miss Glass spoke heightened the level of panic in Amber’s head.

“Well I’d be more than willin’ to oblige, but ya see; I’ve never left Chambers County, Alabama my whole lyfe… Is it possible you may have the wrong persun?” Amber slowly stood up and started to pace around the small window near the front of the house.

“Now it may be true that Crystal Roland has never left Chambers County, Alabama, but there is a good chance that I am also talking to Amber Frey. And she used to live in Tucson until just recently, when she unexpectedly left her grieving family and has not been heard from for about 7 months now,” the woman responded cattily.

“Well could you be a darlin’ and explain to me what exactly she needs to be questioned four?” They weren’t going to get it out of her that easily Amber sneered.

“Why yes darlin’, after Amber’s brother was innocently murdered and the trial went on. It just so happened the lead suspect in the case who had a verdict of not guilty, was found shot at an extremely close range and the suspect’s friend had point- blank range wounds. Then suspiciously and uncharacteristically, Amber disappeared without so-much-of-a-goodbye to her still grieving parents; nor her friend’s or her brother’s extremely close girlfriend…” In the silence, Amber swiftly plugged her phone into her newly purchased laptop.

“Yeah well I am terribly sorry but you have the wrong number.” Amber snapped back in the phone not bothering to use her false drawl anymore.

Quickly hanging up and setting the phone down next to her she continued to click her way thru various programs on her screen. Every so often she would hastily type away at the keys and once in awhile her eyes would widen at what she read.

After only about 15 minutes, she leaned back in her chair quietly laughing and with the coyest of smirks growing across her face; she reached forward and simply clicked the mouse once.

“Yeah, well Mizz Glass, I haven’t eluded you this long without knowing how to stay just on the edge,” she cockily mocked to the surrounding silence

Cupcakes!

I got bored a few Mondays ago and decided to make some cupcakes…

House on Fire

I would take:

• Baby Sally
• The ring my Papa made me
• My laptop with all my pictures… Should really invest in an external hard drive. Much easier to grab.

Those are given my parent’s grabbed the dogs… And since they sleep in their room, I hope they would.

Conciliable – Chapter 4

As I went to start another series of short story posts; I didn’t realize I had not posted the final chapter in my last story.  So here it is…

Monday

It’s Monday, which means Sheryl will be giving me my book.  As I take my 37^th step up the staircase I lift my head and notice it’s a new girl.  My pulse instantly rises.  As I near, she greets me with a warm smile and in a very bell-like voice tells me she’s been expecting me.  Then she hands me a book and I’m on my way.  I pull out the chair I’ve sat in for over 6 years and take my seat at the lower right corner table.  I turn the book right-side-up and realize she handed me The Catcher in the Rye.  Does she not know Mark David Chapman had that book on him when he shot Lennon?  Or that in 1981 that book was found in the hotel room of John Hinckley, the man who tried to assassinate Ronald Reagan?  What a dumb girl.  As the clock struck 5 I took my 3 lefts and 1 right back to the desk to give that new girl the book.

 Tuesday

Same girl.  Realizing she may now have to be a part of my routine, I decide to ask her what her name is.  But she only lifts her head and with that identical warm smile from yesterday and hands me a book.  Standing there 9 seconds longer than usual, I grab the book and head to my table.  Before flipping my book over to see the title I cannot keep my mind from questioning why she did not answer me.  Suddenly I am pulled back to reality by the uneven palpitations my heart is having.  Spending too much time off routine I suppose.  I flip the book over.  The faded gold letters hurt like daggers as they contrast perfectly to the worn solid red color that is the rest of the cover.

THE CATCHER IN THE RYE

J.D. SALINGER

My palpitations are back.  Beads of sweat have already started to drip off my upper lip.  The same book again.  If she was so supposedly ‘expecting me’ yesterday then she should know I have to read whatever the librarian hands me for the day.  Good God.  How can I read the same book again?  Especially this one.  But the urge to read whatever I am handed is greater than the urge to get another book.

Wednesday

The same girl. The same book.

Thursday

The. Same. Exact. Book.

Countless days later

She always hands me the same book.  The same exact book.  She hands me the same exact book with the same exact warm and bubbly smile.

A couple days after that

Tension has already begun to cripple me for the day.  Will Christine be handing me my book?  I doubt it.  That new girl will hand me the same exact book again.  She will hand me the same exact book again with the same exact smile.  Nearing the 26^th step I can’t help but realize it’s harder for her to become part of my routine, but it’s becoming far easier for me to drift from my precise and scheduled life.  Slightly tripping on a step near the top, I catch myself unable to realize which step it was I tried to double step over.  Only slightly uneasy, I draw nearer to the desk and see light brown curls bouncing back and forth.  Relieved, I am almost giddy Christine has come back.  As I raise my hand to ring the small silver bell, she turns around.  Still bobbing her long curls, she pulls out a white cord from her left ear and shoots me another warm and bubbly smile.  Awkwardly showing all my teeth in an attempted smile, I take the book from her outstretched palm.  Abruptly turning away, I head to my table.  Unexpectedly my pulse quickens as I pull out my chair and set the book down.  Unable to pin-point my nervous warning, I look down to my perfectly precise wrist-watch.  Unbelievably, I am 41 seconds ahead of schedule.  I look to my right and my eyes widen; I came straight to my spot today rather than taking 1 left and 3 rights.  All my muscles start to spasm as I slowly start rocking front to back.  Front to back.  Front to back.  Read.  The command ‘Read.’ instantaneously floods through my mind.  I swiftly flip my book over.  The rocking slows as does my pulse.  The pale gold title soothes my nerves as the worn red cover draws me in.

It’s not that I’m not…

Proud or happy, even, that this happened; but there is an eerie feeling still to it all.

Is it my sarcasm or charm you’re attracted to?

I came to realize today, any chance I had at running for office will not be successful. 

Reason why:

1. I am not rich.
2. I do not have rich family.
3. I don’t know someone who knows someone.
4. I don’t use “proper” language. For example I use a plethora of 4-letter potty words on a daily basis.
5. I don’t have strongly one-sided views as most candidates do.  Meaning I’d have to run as independent and we all know independents do not receive enough votes to get elected.
6. I will not bullshit people to get the votes I’d need.

And on that note, I have something else to say.  Today in my journalism class, rather than paying full attention to the discussion, I let my mind wander (we were talking about politics so don’t judge me!) but I let my mind wander into the perfect daydream of my ideal _{(at the moment)} future.  I saw an entire campaign run thru my head.   Everything from the slogan, to what I’d wear, to what my platform would consist of, who I would have beside me, the speeches I would write: Everything.  However, a completely BS free campaign isn’t going to get me anywhere. 

My idea was to be straightwith the people.  I would not bring to surface the blemishes on my opponents, but rather bring to surface what I have done wrong and what I have changed because of it.  I would not lie and tell people that I could fix the funding issues, the roads, the schools, the government; I would merely be honest and see what the people want to have changed and do all in my power as the legislator to do it.  Nobody wants to hear that though, they want to be lied to.  Everyone wants to hear from their politicians

“I will make this change. I will make this happen.”

But who are they to make those promises to the people that put them in his/her place of office.  Why not be honest with the people who took the time to go and make a, hopefully, educated vote for the leader they want to represent them.  Why can’t I stand up and promise to the people (while campaigning) that I would listen to what they want, devote my time to them and do whatever I could do to make what they believe should happen in their state, in their city, in their neighborhood and in their home.  I want a no bullshit, 100% honest, shoot ‘em straight campaign.  However, if I were to put out media with “I will not make promises to change anything. However, I will promise to listen to you and do all in my power to try and change what you see fit.”  No one will want that because that is the truth and we, as Americans, have been fed such a buffet of political lies when it comes to campaigning that no one wants to hear what actually happens anyway.  So to end with a dream:

My name is Amber Frey and I am your Arizona State Senator for 2018.

 

Also. Here are some poster’s that would be fitting with my slogans and today’s current media standards. =D

Here is another.

 

Sure those were a little more sarcastic than anything, but I think I made my point.