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Monday, April 30, 2007
End of phase one
I petted the College Road cat twice today! Just knowing that he is somewhere on campus has made me think better of this school, because if there's one thing I need in my life, it's a cat. And also a dog. And then two more cats. And then a baby.
The good news is, although this week and next are going to be craptacular, soon I will get all of those things all the time, except the baby (but everyone's telling me that's not what I need right now). And we'll all run around yelling yippee and play in the grass until that damn dog refuses to give the ball back because you know what's more fun than catch? Circles! And then I'll go to work and be nervous for a few days but I won't be alone because other people will be new and that will make me feel better, and then I'll work on the the ol' Interweb and earn some money and no one can tell me I'm not trying anymore.
Kitties will do that to you.
-- 03:15 PM
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Getting there
Sunscreen! And new mulch! And t-shirts! And fruit! And tight-rope walking in the Dustbowl! And beagles as far as the eye can see!
If spring is not your favorite season, you're off your rocker.
-- 05:23 PM
Friday, April 20, 2007
Don't SWEAT the small stuff lol
Aside from a few sore subjects, like needing a haircut so, so badly and truly considering getting Botox injected into my armpits to stop sweating like Omarosa did, it is a very nice day during a very nice time. Three more weeks before I go home. Regardless of how comfortable I am here or there or anywhere, I will always want to go home.
-- 11:17 AM
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Maybe just maybe
Last Thursday I went to dinner with my dad, and we discussed the future. And as I prattled on about the same things I've been telling myself since second grade, he shook his head.
"You are going to hit a home run."
"Huh."
"I don't know what that means. But whatever you do, you are going to do it. Stop... limiting yourself. I know you think you want to be an editor and everything, but don't limit yourself to that. You're going to hit a home run in whatever you do, so you might as well... swing."
Two unsettling realizations that have followed are that I have been questioning my chosen career for a very long time now, but I am terrified of trying new things. I'm sitting here trying to plan out my schedule for next year, and I'm scoffing at all the English classes, and peeking at the others in bizarre fields, but sticking to what's safe, and I know that what I take first semester of my sophomore year will not affect what I become, but it's discomfiting, and I don't have the same confidence my dad does, I don't see myself finding where I'm happy anymore. I guess better safe than sorry, and I'm tired of being sorry in every sense of the word.
And besides all this, a huge piece of my life is poised over the edge right now, and all we can really do is pray, because who knows.
-- 10:46 PM
Thursday, April 5, 2007
In the sun
I've come home very early for Easter (Catholic school, holla), and I'm in a very good mood. The sudden explosions are far less frequent than earlier this year; in fact, I haven't felt close to one at all (except yesterday when Fatty Fat Fat Fat was meowing his head off and I SCREAMED a crazy, guttural scream which fortunately no one heard). It's proof that it has never been their fault, because I would never have fought with them in the first place if I wasn't so deeply upset. Now that I'm feeling fine, everything else follows. (Thus, Queen of the Universe?)
Last night my dad fell asleep watching baseball, so I went out into the family room and docked my iPod and listened to some very quiet tunes. Tub may usually be a mean, mean guy, but he is also very sensitive. This cat loves music. He loves it. We usually make shit up about our pets just because we think we're funny and it's our little form of entertainment (for instance, Greta has never explicitly told us that Prince is her favorite artist, but he is), but this is no joke. If you sit on that couch and put on music, he turns into a big softy and stretches across you and kneads your face and taps his tail to the beat. No joke. Sometimes I fucking love that cat.
-- 01:01 PM
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Read: All the time
My shade won't go up, it's dark as fuck in here, lamps turn my eyes to shit, and MY SHADE WON'T GO UP.
SOMETIMES I JUST GET REALLY ANGRY.
-- 11:06 AM