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Long Update of Doom
Oct. 17th, 2007 03:04 pm
Hello internet world, how are you?
My life has been pretty harried lately, but not necessarily in the bad way. Been spending more time at my place, which is the nicest feeling in the world.
Volunteered with the Canadian Red Cross on Sunday- I spent most of the day in medieval garb. It was a lot of fun, and if I'm any judge, I think they raised a significant amount of money. One of the very cute volunteer co-ordinaters took down my email address in case they have volunteer-monkey positions they want my help with later on. Hmm... A regular volunteering gig? I had that once, maybe I could have one again. Something to think about anyways.
Sparky took me out to the All Heart Pet Rescue. Guh. I both love and hate going to shelters like that. I love going because I can see all the dogs and kittens, but I hate it because I can never save them from the shelter (which is nice, but really, who wants to live in one?).
I want to volunteer there too, but it's a ways out of town and I don't have a car. I couldn't do the volunteering of money or donations, I could only volunteer my time. Ho hum and a bunch.
We're watching stupid BBC movies in Shakespeare class. Lammme. I mean, if it had have been a decent copy of the performance, maybe, but it's grainy and the audio is atrocious. I'm so regretting this class. Chimps could organize this class better. Chimps with accordions. Our prof is explaining things decently enough, but this class is lacking the one key concept I was led to believe mattered in English Studies: the SO WHAT? factor.
So far as my relationship status: Craig and I celebrated our seventh month a little bit ago and are coming up way too fast. (Damn you, slippery November.) I'm really happy with him. We have our disagreements, of course, and we get on each other's nerves like mad some days*, but it still feels so good. Sometimes I worry about his less-than-pristine dating track record, but then longer we're together, the more I seem to forget it. He's so damned cuddly, I find it hard to concentrate on insecurities.
*Okay, so he hallucinates 'crumbs' (which seems to be anything remotely hard or gritty and anything sized bigger than a medium-sized dust mite) in his bed. All the time, every night. He seems to think I have a large box filled with these 'crumbs' hiding somewhere, and that I liberally sprinkle handfuls of them all over his side of the bed when he's not looking every day. He constantly accuses me of getting 'crumbs' in his bed, and then it takes him forty minutes to vanquish his crumbly foes and settle down for the night. GAH.
Ace and Hedder got me addicted to Supernatural. Damn them and such, especially because I see it on the tv guide so often, but all the episodes on tv right now are late season two, early season three... And I'm still not finished watching season one. Curses. Kind of in lust with the cute brothers though. What is it with me and monsterkillers? Oh Buffy, I miss you.
Gah, 45 minutes of class left. Why can't it be over?
Trishka's 2nd birthday was the Friday before Thanksgiving. I can't believe she's two. She's at least six times smarter than I am. She knows sign language for gosh sakes! Freakin' adorable though. Like a cross between a gibbon and a delicious sugar cookie. Katie made her a shirt over reading week that advertised that she [Trishka, the wearer of the shirt] 'is proof my mommy puts out.' Really very charming, Katie, thank you.
But I got a shirt with our Bad News Bears logo on it. Yayyy. And on one sleeve it has my breast-related nickname from last year (Chesty LaRue) and the other sleeve says "I Saw Devin's Penis, 2oo7". The Devin's Penis Spotting Incident was a huge deal last year, when his boxers were pulled down at one of the 'Last Bash'es (yes, we had numerous Last Parties). It was also caught on video. I'm not sure if someone sits around and re-watches it occasionally... Weird thought.
I leave you with this:
"Shame to him, whose cruel striking,
kills for faults of his own liking."
-Measure For Measure
( huge quiz meme thing )
My life has been pretty harried lately, but not necessarily in the bad way. Been spending more time at my place, which is the nicest feeling in the world.
Volunteered with the Canadian Red Cross on Sunday- I spent most of the day in medieval garb. It was a lot of fun, and if I'm any judge, I think they raised a significant amount of money. One of the very cute volunteer co-ordinaters took down my email address in case they have volunteer-monkey positions they want my help with later on. Hmm... A regular volunteering gig? I had that once, maybe I could have one again. Something to think about anyways.
Sparky took me out to the All Heart Pet Rescue. Guh. I both love and hate going to shelters like that. I love going because I can see all the dogs and kittens, but I hate it because I can never save them from the shelter (which is nice, but really, who wants to live in one?).
I want to volunteer there too, but it's a ways out of town and I don't have a car. I couldn't do the volunteering of money or donations, I could only volunteer my time. Ho hum and a bunch.
We're watching stupid BBC movies in Shakespeare class. Lammme. I mean, if it had have been a decent copy of the performance, maybe, but it's grainy and the audio is atrocious. I'm so regretting this class. Chimps could organize this class better. Chimps with accordions. Our prof is explaining things decently enough, but this class is lacking the one key concept I was led to believe mattered in English Studies: the SO WHAT? factor.
So far as my relationship status: Craig and I celebrated our seventh month a little bit ago and are coming up way too fast. (Damn you, slippery November.) I'm really happy with him. We have our disagreements, of course, and we get on each other's nerves like mad some days*, but it still feels so good. Sometimes I worry about his less-than-pristine dating track record, but then longer we're together, the more I seem to forget it. He's so damned cuddly, I find it hard to concentrate on insecurities.
*Okay, so he hallucinates 'crumbs' (which seems to be anything remotely hard or gritty and anything sized bigger than a medium-sized dust mite) in his bed. All the time, every night. He seems to think I have a large box filled with these 'crumbs' hiding somewhere, and that I liberally sprinkle handfuls of them all over his side of the bed when he's not looking every day. He constantly accuses me of getting 'crumbs' in his bed, and then it takes him forty minutes to vanquish his crumbly foes and settle down for the night. GAH.
Ace and Hedder got me addicted to Supernatural. Damn them and such, especially because I see it on the tv guide so often, but all the episodes on tv right now are late season two, early season three... And I'm still not finished watching season one. Curses. Kind of in lust with the cute brothers though. What is it with me and monsterkillers? Oh Buffy, I miss you.
Gah, 45 minutes of class left. Why can't it be over?
Trishka's 2nd birthday was the Friday before Thanksgiving. I can't believe she's two. She's at least six times smarter than I am. She knows sign language for gosh sakes! Freakin' adorable though. Like a cross between a gibbon and a delicious sugar cookie. Katie made her a shirt over reading week that advertised that she [Trishka, the wearer of the shirt] 'is proof my mommy puts out.' Really very charming, Katie, thank you.
But I got a shirt with our Bad News Bears logo on it. Yayyy. And on one sleeve it has my breast-related nickname from last year (Chesty LaRue) and the other sleeve says "I Saw Devin's Penis, 2oo7". The Devin's Penis Spotting Incident was a huge deal last year, when his boxers were pulled down at one of the 'Last Bash'es (yes, we had numerous Last Parties). It was also caught on video. I'm not sure if someone sits around and re-watches it occasionally... Weird thought.
I leave you with this:
"Shame to him, whose cruel striking,
kills for faults of his own liking."
-Measure For Measure
( huge quiz meme thing )
