Sick Cats!

Dec. 4th, 2012 05:51 pm
unavoidedcrisis: rainbow swoosh with the text "nyarrr" (nyarrr!)
Casey has been super off his food for the last few days -- wouldn't eat a single bite, but going crazy on the water.

Took him to see the vet tonight, they took some blood and got him some a/d recovery to eat. He's actually eating!

Also has a grade 2 to 3 murmur in his heart. Lovely. :|

Blood work will be back from the lab tomorrow, and we'll know what's up with him hopefully then. Major contenders are currently diabetes, hyperthyroidism, and kidney failure. Is it wrong to be super hoping for diabetes? It's the easiest to deal with. If he's in major kidney failure, we'll have to have him put down. WAH sick cats, what's up.

Had an interview at a vet clinic (not the one we took Casey to) Friday, they called me in for a working interview, which I had yesterday. I think it went okay? I will hopefully hear from them soon. I want a clinic job. :)

AND THEN the vet tonight that we did take Casey to asked me why I looked familiar, I said it was because I'd been in to there to drop off a resume. They took it from the rather impressive stack and put it on the top, plus he said he'd give it to his vet friend in the next town over who was specifically looking for someone with my credentials. #progress!

So there's an update about sick cats.
unavoidedcrisis: rainbow swoosh with the text "nyarrr" (nyarrr!)
Still unemployed! \o/

I guess I'm trying to see if I can make it a year?

Mother says she'll help fund my new laptop as soon as I have some sort of gainful employment. Which, you know, is amazing, because I need a new laptop like burning. But also, sweet fuck, I need a job like burning.

Interview tomorrow at the pet store. Super super super fucking hoping they want me. Even 2 nights a week would be something! I am going to lose my mind if I stay in talking to this pug much longer.

unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (laser eyed kitten)

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Got my last rabies needle today, feeling sickly and weak. *whine* But at least we know I'll be rabies free. That's pretty reassuring.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (little singing bird)
Here are some things I just don't understand.

1) Heavy metal. I mean, I kind of get heavy metals (although it's never really been well defined as to how you get into that club), but the music of the same name confuses me. It's probably really hard to play and more power to you, metal guitarists, but wow it just kind of hurts my ears and makes me angry. I can't understand what you're saying if you keep shouting and growling like that! It's like talking to an angry dog.

2) And why don't people like sitcoms? You don't have to like all of them, but I find it hard to believe there is not a single situation comedy you don't at least sometimes enjoy. WHY DO YOU HATE LAUGHTER.

3) And sausages are gross. What part of the animal are you even eating? I don't think you know. And that weird me out. Same with pepperoni (though it makes a good name for a gecko) and extra same goes for meatloaf.

4) What's the deal with Lost? What was the story for that even? It seems like six years of unanswered questions and random shit that the writers thought would be a good idea. Or maybe this is how it happened:

'Guys, the dog ate the scripts for this week! I think he got angry because he was listening to too much incoherent metal music and he couldn't figure out what he was eating, so he was trying to get back at me! What do we do?'

'Shit, I knew we should have let him watch Scrubs! Add a polar bears and some smudgy smoke shit that kills people. That'll do for at least another half a season!'

5) I like drinking booze. Alcohol makes me feel warm 'n' fuzzy and it makes it easier for me to deal with people. I am not a notoriously good dealer of people usually. But I don't get the appeal of being so drunk you throw up. Most people don't like throwing up. In fact, most people try to avoid it. Unless they're drinking. All I'm saying is if you hate your friends so much that you need to drink until you can't remember anything you did with them at all last night, maybe you need to Craigslist some new friends. Just sayin'.

6) What's the deal with spelling on the internet? Why do some people find it so difficult to do? I mean, you can navigate to facebook or twitter or whatever site you blow at spelling on. You typed in the url without killing anyone. How is 'where' or 'their' so hard to spell? ESPECIALLY considering most browsers have the option for auto-spellcheck?

These are just some of the things I don't get today, guys.

unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (big hug (lilo and stitch))
Sometimes, you're watching something and you think 'yeah, I could literally watch these two all day and never get bored of their interactions.' Sometimes, it's the banter, or the way they just work together to do whatever they're doing, or maybe they don't like each other, but circumstances are forcing them to have to co-operate. Maybe it's the UST or the familial love or the look character A gets when he/she/it/they look at character B. Whatever it is, there's something about that relationship that you connect with.

Some of my favourites to watch, with relevant (I hope) quotes from text. )
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (bravo! (george))
First insane idea

I was talking to my grandmother tonight and she gave me a really crazy idea. So crazy it might just work, actually.

So I'm looking for a place to live for when I move to school, right, and it's very difficult to do in such a small town. Why not just buy a trailer, winterize it and be my own landlord?

Quickly, someone give me a reason this would be insane.

Second insane idea

Ditch school, get over my fear of spiders big enough to eat birds and move to Sydney for 2 years with Katie.

Second idea might require Katie and I get married for it to work, but as I realized the other night as we were bickering over whether or not she was going to go to the bar, the only thing missing from our marriage right now is the ring anyways.

What's the job market like in that area for someone who is a big time failure like me? *ponders*

30 Days of Television Meme, Day Eight )


May. 29th, 2010 08:23 pm
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (omg -> omg you guys!)
Katie was on a course in South River today, so I was home alone.



All day.

Before pictures of my books. )

After pictures of my books. )

And that's what I did today. This is only about 2/3 of my collection; the rest still live at my mother's house. Along with my two tallllllllllll Billy-style Ikea book cases which I frickin absolutely wish I had here, but would have no place to put them. But in the time between right now and when I one day live in a place big enough to have a room specifically for my books, I have milk crates, right? I've also appropriated a shoe box (which I will now decorate and show pictures to you later!) to house my zine library. It will sit precariously atop my flash milk crate shelves. There's a possibility it will have a dinosaur on it.

Right this second, I am eating a salad. Life is good.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (wtf -> that's too freaky txt)
If I am very crazy all at once, we call it a complete breakdown or that time Cas and Bobby had a baby and they didn’t name it Trgiaob.

If I am crazy at a consistent rate for three years, we call it my Twitter feed.

Given the rate at which I tweet, I’ll probably hit 3,000 tweets today or tomorrow morning. In an attempt to determine when I started tweeting at all, I scrolled through 2,991 tweets last night. For the most part I can say 'cool!' because it made me remember things that I may have otherwise forgotten about. But there was also quite a few moments of 'WTF was I talking about?' And so I bring you that now. The best of the WTF moments of the last 3000 tweets. A lot of them are about trees. I couldn't tell you why.
Original spelling mistakes and crappy grammar preserved.

This is where it all starts to get weird. )
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (wtf -> ruination and calamity!)
I really wish I was a ballerina.


How is this my life?
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (snappy fingers (the metatron))
How many times do I have to say 'I'm normal, I swear!' before

a - people start believing me?
b - it becomes true?

I don't even know guys, I don't even know. Life gets so out of hand sometimes.

And now, here's my hormonal whining for a bit.

I want a baby.

I don't want a baby, BUT I WANT TO THINK I WANT A BABY.

I know I'm not ready for any of that junk, but whenever I see a baby or a small child who is mostly behaving (let's be honest, everyone hates a squalling infant), something way maternal in me just wants to smish it's little face and run off into the sunset. I don't even know. I want to blame Heather for 'that thing which will never be spoken about but included a lot of pregnancy talk' for putting babies into my head, or maybe the fact that 6 people I know have had babies in the last 12 months... And absolutely blame Bean for pushing kids on me a bunch in the last few weeks to make it really something that I've been thinking about... Guh.

Anyways, single, unemployed post-secondary drop out who can hardly take care of herself and who genetically should never have kids because whoa, checkered family history, is not anyone who needs a baby right now. I KNOW I KNOW. But it doesn't stop the tugging of my heart strings every time I think about it.

In other news, spent some time at the pet rescue today. Actually, it's not the pet rescue anymore, now it's the dog rescue. The lady who runs it wasn't able to deal with her horrific cat allergy anymore after having 40+ cats at the rescue for what? Some number of years anyways. So they just do dogs now. I think they have two leftover cats (one is nicknamed Dead Cat and reminds me of Buttonhole from Death Comes to Town).

Back to my point of OOH BABY THINGS. We messed around with the dogs a bunch today and it absolutely cemented my recent personal revelation. All my life, I was a cat person (a green cat person, if you want to get technical). Dogs were cool, but cats were best. And then I moved away from home and lived without a cat for a year and half and it was good. Like really good. So then when I got another cat after that time... It just didn't feel the same. It wasn't as great and awesome as I had remembered. I mean, the cat I got was lovely, but she was still practically a kitten and very high energy and it wasn't what I had been used to with my always'n'forever favourite cat Ziggy. ((Well, then came McLovin' and I think I rant enough about him that everyone knows he's Lucifer's real vessel.))

Well I guess one day I started reflecting on all the awesome dogs I'd had/known throughout my life. And I realized I was a dog person (well, a green dog person).

I really rock at getting off topic.

I played with dogs today and it made me realize how comfortable I am with my chosen path in life, as I am entering into a veterinary medicine type program in September. Dogs rule and also drool. Something to that effect.

There. I got it all out.

My hair smells like puppy spit and wind even after I washed it. I AM SO HAPPY, IDEK.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (gen -> wading girl)

I understand that you recently when through some political turmoil, but that is no excuse for rudeness. I got no thank you card for the fruit bouquet I sent on your birthday and that just seems spiteful. Please, for your own good, send one in the next forty-eight hours or you will not like what happens as I will be forced to take drastic alternative measures. I'm not asking for much, Latvia, just a little respect.

Unless you comply with my request for common courtesy, I will have no choice but to capture and systematically devour all the white wagtails in the world and then you'll have no national bird at all and won't you look silly? This is normally where one would say 'this will hurt me more than it will hurt you', but really, it won't hurt me at all.

The ball is in your court, Latvia. You lose face with some of the more 'hardcore' countries who never send thank-you cards or return voicemails or respect you in the morning, or the birds get it.

Respectfully yours,
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (omg -> i win this arguement)
Oh my word, I don't even know what has gone on the last few days.

I'm at my mother's, house/dog sitting and it's mostly boring.

Stewie is like a hyperactive kindergarten student with an attention span problem and an criminal record and five or six rolls because his parents let him eat way too much sugar and watch violent cartoons. He got in a fight with a minivan tonight when we went for a walk. The van was parked and off. The van still won. I don't even know what to tell you, guys, he's way too hyper.

Stewie )

Stan is a lot more sedate than Stewie and when he's sitting still you can pull on his jowls and he makes a terrifying Joker (from The Dark Knight) face and it's hilarious and sad and creepy all at once. Problem with Stan is he's the biggest dog but he thinks he's the smallest. He wants to crawl up me and sleep right on my chest. Like frick, the rats do that Stan, you are not the size of a rat. Him and Stewie wind each other up though and have a tendency to drive me insane when they get going.

Stan )

Sophie is pretty much the most high maintenance thing in the history of my life and that includes babies and Katie. MORE HIGH MAINTENANCE THAN KATIE. I can't believe that's a sentence I just typed. She can't eat unless you're sitting next to her, she won't go out with the boys, the boys can't rough house near her, the cat can't be on the same couch as her, she can't sleep alone, I can't shut the bathroom door all the way in case she wants to come in... I mean, even Katie lets me shower alone sometimes... And Mama and Step-father just feed all her neuroses.

Sophie )

And then Fiona is a typical cat who hates everything except for wreaking havoc. She's way better than McLovin and seems to hate The Tyra Show as much as I do. She's been cuddling me while I watch Dr. Who these last few days. Nice to have a cat who will actually cuddle.

Fiona )

And so yeah. That's my life. I have watched the first series of new Dr. Who. I kind of love it a lot. Like, a lot.

the sky

Feb. 17th, 2010 04:18 pm
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (omg -> juno with pipe)
So the banner isn't pretty, but I'm hoping the pictures are nicer.

In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous. )
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (gen -> mister owl)
Snatched this from [ profile] munkymp3

Your result for The Brutally Honest Personality Test...

Freak- INFJ

40% Extraversion, 87% Intuition, 40% Thinking, 53% Judging

Well, well, well. How did someone like you end up with the least common personality type of them all? In a group of 100 Americans, only 0.5 others would be just like you. You really are one of a kind... In fact, I do believe that that's one of the definitions for the word "FREAK."

Freak's not such a bad word to describe you actually.

You are deep, complex, secretive and extremely difficult to understand. If that doesn't scream "Freak!" I don't know what does. No-one actually knows the REAL you, do they?

You probably have deep interests in creative expression as well as issues of spirituality and human development.

You've probably even been called a "psychic" before, because of your uncanny knack to understand and "read" people without quite knowing how you do it. Don't fret. You're not actually psychic. That would make you special and you'll never accomplish that.

You're also quite possible the most emotional of them all, so don't take this all too hard. Nevertheless you most definitely have the strangest personality type and that's not necessarily a good thing.


If you want to learn more about your personality type in a slightly less negative way, check out this.

Take The Brutally Honest Personality Test at OkCupid

I don't know how I feel about that.

In other news, neither of my fave teams won in the pairs skate last night. China took silver and gold (bronze went to Germany). I personally liked the silver medalists over the gold in the short program and the free skate, but I'm not an Olympic figure skating judge now am I?

Also got to watch Canada get it's first gold medal on home soil. Bilodeau just look so overwhelmed, like he needed a hug. Maybe I just have an irrational urge to hug everyone, yes?

Today's agenda includes finishing my [ profile] help_haiti fic (eep!) and read through my [ profile] samdeanexchange entry to make sure it's not utter garbage. Reminder to self: don't sign up to write fic for people if you suck at writing in general. >.<

Mother and Stepfather leave for the their trip either Thursday night or Friday morning to catch their flight from Buffalo. So starting then, I will have virtually no human contact until the 9th of March. Woo? I don't even know. I already have a feeling that these dogs are going to drive me crazy.

Also, I wanna go to Disneyland. Like, really bad.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (gen -> conlon is key)
Days 'o' Blog Count: 31/31

And thusly, this round of The 31 Days 'o' Blog draws to a close. Thank you all for not hurting me while I spammed the hell out of your flists with my mundane January. So I'll keep today's short. Love you all. <3

31 Days 'o' Blog Super Special Fun Features
Quote of the Day: I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it through not dying. [Woody Allen]

Fact of the Day: Every U.S. bill regardless of denomination costs just 4 cents to make.

Pretty Picture of the Day: here )

Song of the Day: 'The Joker', Steve Miller Band. I heard this last week in the car and then again on That 70's Show last night, so it's been stuck in my head.

The Final Thought: I am so sick of having thoughts every day that I don't think I'm going to have another thought until August. You know, FYI.

awww, mom!

Jan. 26th, 2010 10:06 pm
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (sad -> there are wolves out here)
Days 'o' Blog Count: 26/31

So Mother is worried about me and my plan for getting into college and moving. She thinks I will fall apart a little without my friends because I would be moving to a whole new place. She wants to have a serious discussion about it. I am very unsure about how I am feeling about this.

On one hand: I seriously can't afford to screw up my future again. Mostly , you know, I don't have to money for it, but I also don't think my fragile psyche can handle getting slammed with failure again.

I mean, I moved 4 hours away from all my friends and fam to move here, didn't I? And I made friends pretty quick. I'm only moving 2 hours further (if I'm moving at all) and it's just for a while. Everything is temporary, dudes, so I can get through that just like I got through this.

I feel like I should have a sexy ass kicking pose here. *poses*

31 Days 'o' Blog Super Special Fun Features
Quote of the Day: I look to the future because that's where I'm going to spend the rest of my life. [George Burns]

Fact of the Day: Research indicates that plants grow healthier when they are stroked. You naughty plants, you.

Pretty Picture of the Day: here )

Song of the Day: 'For Now', Avenue Q Soundtrack. I know I already posted an Avenue Q song, but I think this song fits.

The Final Thought: My roommate was on tv tonight, pretending he was a butterfly.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (gen -> hot evil lady)
Days 'o' Blog Count: 15/31

I washed a metric fuckton of dishes today. My hands are still dishy.
I talked to McLovin' a lot today. I was lonely.
I read some gut wrenching angsty fiction today. It made me maudlin and depressed about my hands.
I listened to my first ever podfic today. I am officially hooked.
I need to get a job before I go crazy and stab a man with a cactus. This is something I have been having a recurring nightmare about. WTH self...

31 Days 'o' Blog Super Special Fun Features
Quote of the Day: The greatest obstacle to discovery is not ignorance - it is the illusion of knowledge. [Daniel Boorstin]

Fact of the Day: Isaac Asimov is the only author to have a book in every Dewey-decimal category.

Pretty Picture of the Day: here )

Song of the Day: 'Looking For A Place To Happen', The Tragically Hip. This makes for excellent housework music, I decided. I like songs about explorers, apparently. Maybe I just like rocking out when I'm washing dishes and shouting at the cat.

The Final Thought: It's a long way from there to here.


Jan. 12th, 2010 10:51 pm
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (puff pride -> finders)
Days 'o' Blog Count: 12/31

Got a tee-shirt in the mail today, my copy of Windows 7 (in French... IDEK?) and 2 notices from Canada Post saying I have packages to pick up (but I never heard a knock). Oh yeah, and my first Independent Learning Centre course... College/Technology Math. *gag*

Adam looked at it and said 'yeahhhhh. I can't help with all of this.' So here I am, four years out of high school, preparing to fail high school math. You know, again.

I applied for some jobs today and have a list of places to hit up tomorrow (after I pick up some packages!). so fingers crossed for some good luck on that and let's all hope I don't cry when I sit down with those math books later this week.

31 Days 'o' Blog Super Special Fun Features
Quote of the Day: I used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in my body. Then I realized who was telling me this. [Emo Phillips]

Fact of the Day: Today is the Swedish/Finnish holiday of St. Knut's Day. This guy was a king of Denmark and claimed the English throne too and he said that Christmas should last twenty days (I guess he liked Christmas crackers?). The Roman Catholic Church celebrates this holiday on January 19th.

Pretty Picture of the Day: here )

Song of the Day: 'Purpose', Avenue Q Soundtrack. This is going to be my theme song, I guess.

The Final Thought: I am having weird cantaloupe cravings.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (ilu -> sam goodnight)

I am having all kinds of flailing re: Supernatural. Heeee.

Nanowrimo is kicking my ass right now. I don't even want to talk about it. Which strange because normally I never want to shut up about anything.

Donated blood today, feeling sleepy and goofy and sore-armed.

And so I went to Yes today to talk to the guy about some options for college. I went in there with a solid outline for what I've been looking into (vet technology) taking/where/why and he just kind of looked at it and said 'I'm not sure you have an aptitude for this type of work'. Um. Because you've known me for fifteen minutes, tops. Go to hell.

Then he signs me up for this epic-level aptitude test that I am supposed to go to next week. There's apparently a million parts to it. A typing portion, a reading comprehension portion, basic math, basic computer skills, blood type, astrological sign, manual dexterity test, check my ph level, my level of verbal french, reflexes in my knees, ability to recall pi to eleven decimals. I don't even freaking know. All I know is that that bitch at the career place angered me and now I wanna curl up in a ball and nap my brains out.

Instead, I get to write trashy romance scenes and bake some cupcakes. And that's pretty okay too.


Oct. 30th, 2009 12:51 am
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (my name on a tiger)
So... Laid off today.

I wonder what will happen to me tomorrow?


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