late nights, bright lights

Went to the doctor today because of this persistent douchebag of a cough. It's bronchitis + sinus infection, yaaaaay.

But we were talking about my chest (the inner parts, not the pretty booby parts). Apparently my ongoing problems breathing could have something to do with allergies.

Him: Do you ever have exposure to cats or dogs?
Me: ........................................................................................................ Yep. Both.
Him: Maybe you could go a week without handling them, see how your breathing is from there?
Me: Ummmmmm. Probably not.
Him: Are they non-shedding at least?
Me: Fallacy, there is not such thing as a cat or dog that does not shed at all. All of them shed a little. Even the hairless ones lose the few hairs they do have periodically. Also, they get zits you have to pop. On their butts. Is that really an attractive alternative, people?
Him: *stares blankly*
Me: *stares blankly*
Him: *stares blankly*
Me: But, no, really, I'm not getting away from the pets any time soon.

Long and involved day at the rescue Sunday. Abby is still there being ridiculous and giant, we got a few more dogs from Mile 26, got a nasty bruise from an over-eager collie, watched Katie put peroxide on a cat (helped a little). I did about ten thousand other things I don't really remember because we were there for 9 hours and it was easily my most productive day at the rescue since Kathy still had the cat room. I used to get shit done in the cat room. Word.

Hung out with Bean today and drank some wine and watched some NCIS. I also started on a ficlet for schmoop bingo... Don't judge me. Just stop right there.

Anyways, I lined up my cards for schmoop bingo and kink bingo and thought 'heh! wouldn't it be funny if I like, did them together? Every fic I write can have the two prompts in one story?' After much giggling and talk of a greeting card that would have to be on fire, Bean and I decided that was probably not the best route. So I'm writing my first ever Doctor Who based fanfic for schmoop bingo (no flaming cards in this one, I mostly promise). She also had to explain what a wedding shower was. Apparently it was not what I was thinking.

I have major stuff to get done tomorrow -- paying rent, buying crickets, being awesome. I don't know how I'll fit it all in.

OH!

Katie cut my hair tonight. I am holding off on freaking the hell out, though I suspect it is coming. She only took about an inch and half, maybe two inches of length off, but she like... layered it? And thinned it out. I don't know. She worked voodoo magic on my head. So. Lost two inches, but still somehow lost eight pounds of hair. SRSLY. It looked like a monster tribble or something. The conversation was a little... funny, I suppose.

Leen: You know how sometimes there's an actress or a character on tv and you want your hair to look like that so you tell the stylist or show them a picture so they know what you have in mind?
Katie: Yeah, sure. What did you have in mind?
Leen: Okay, but you can't judge me.
Katie: Okay.
Leen: ... But you can't judge me.
Katie: Alright! Just tell me what you were thinking.
Leen: Like Eliot's hair in the first episode of Leverage. I can find a picture.
Katie: Okay, sure, we can do that.
[four minutes later]
Katie: Wait, you mean Parker, right?
Leen: ... No.
Katie: Yeah, okay, I am judging you a little.

WHATEVER, IT'S FLUFFY AND I AM PRETTY PRINCESS NOW. IT'S NOT EVEN A BOY HAIRCUT.

It's funny, me freaking out about it being short. I wore my hair less than 2 inches long for almost 4 years. This should not be panicking me. I guess it's just because I was finally getting used to the long hair? My brain is a complex little machine, guys.

(I actually have a tag for hair. Wuuuut.)

I miss being at the renaissance faire. A conversation earlier tonight reminded me of how much fun they are.

I need to get some new garb and go again.

With some handsome chivalrous men.

So.

Still sick and not happy about it.

I'm thinking I should probably look into getting my ear scar removed. Because it is gross. And I want a re-pierce.

~~

When asked what the heck I'm doing with my life:
colleennnnnnnnnn! says:
It's not the best plan, but it's something
Aric says:
what would be the best plan then?
colleennnnnnnnnn! says:
Win the lottery and never have to think ever again
I dream big
Aric says:
good stuff

16 Things He'd Tell Me Today

1. I was watching you last night and you know you always drop the last consonant, right?
2. You RP waaaaay too much. Geek.
3. Wow, you weren't kidding about that whole Catholic thing, were you?
4. Put the whisky away, dear.
5. That Sam girl you hang out with is hawt.
6. You're beautiful, why do you do that to yourself?
7. Why is it always gay sex with you?
8. Do your laundry and stop writing in your journal.
9. I swear, if you start self destructing again, I will see that you join me.
10. Didn't sleep well last night, did you?
11. You need coffee.
12. That was so cute last night. Do girl talk more often.
13. Oh you make it sound like they're forcing you to rehearse with brain-dead monkies. It can't be that bad.
14. I miss you.
15. I'm sorry.
16. I never meant to hurt you.

[Okay, so I may have taken liberties with the last three. Bite me.]

MWA HA HA HA!

Him: Dewey Decimal?
Me: Do we ever!

I made my own life today. How hardcore is that?

My RP character has a boyfriend. ^_^ And a tendency to hit on teachers. I'm glad this in no way mirrors life.

I'm tired, a little, but for the most part I am very good today. I haven't felt 'good' for a while now so this is very refreshing. I have approximately two hours to kill before rehearsal. I am considering going down to the cafeteria to see if anyone is hanging out there, but I am half afraid that they might ruin my 'good'.

I think I can attribute the 'good' to a recent influx in 'goodness' in my life in the form of nice conversations, an awesome story I am trying to edit (yes Lia, I am working on it- it's just when you send someone something that bloody long, sometimes it takes more than a few weeks because I am lazy ), and Greg/Nick slash.

I might just go find a chair and curl up and write. I am working on my wtf27 challenge. O how much I am having. Hopefully the first of that series will be available soon. Depends on how my history essay goes tomorrow.

colleennnnnnnnn! says:
KITTENS! the kittens are attacking!
Milligan says:
>< get em!
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
but they're SO CUTE!
dying.... of.... cuteness.....
Milligan says:
aha then rub their bellies or give em a little poke in the belly
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
guh..... milligan..... milligan..... avenge meeeeeeee
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
*ded*
Milligan says:
noooo! silly kittens!
Milligan says:
they take my colleen away, i will take your vengence by using their cutness against them!
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
dun dun dunnnn
Milligan says:
and how will i do that you ask, by putting them in front of a mirror! *GASP*
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
they will be mesmerized
Milligan says:
yep
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
i like your style kid.
Milligan says:
Then we will confuse them into thinking they are monkeys
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
poor kittens... they just wanted cuddles and world domination and i stood in their furry adorable way
Milligan says:
but we will rise up and rule this day again!
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
kitten independence day! freedom from the cutest overlords ever!
Milligan says:
yay! all hail mittens!
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
oh milligan. i think the kittens have finally got to you
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
it's understandable. kittens can be very coercive, you know. i don't blame you for your desertion.
Milligan says:
yea they have...I tried to fight the good fight, but they are so goddamn cute ^^ but the siamese ones are ugly. they are the black sheep of the revolution
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
*whimper* now i am ded and you are on their side. no one is left to fight the kitten revolution.... the human population is doomed
Milligan says:
psst, I did not change, I'm only a spy, but if they see me they will kill me ><
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
ooooh! *keeps quiet*

Him: So like... you talked to her, right?
Me: La la la la... I'm out of my mind on allergy meds... Tra la la!
Him: Ummm...
Me: Oh. yes. That. Yes, I talked to her. I put forth the idea that she should... how to put this delicately 'bang' you.
Him: ...
Me: The look I recieved ihn return could have melted a chicken.
Him: ...
Me: A WHOLE chicken.

Poor guy. What an answer to such a simple question. But hey, I just tells it likes it is.

My report card was waaaaaay better than I expected it to be.

91, 78, 73. I love it. First semester grade nine was the only other time I have ever have an A average. [My average right now, in case you couldn't do the math, is 8o.7]

Me: *le sigh*
Him: What's wrong?
Me: I miss Jessica.
Him: What about Colin?
Me: Oh gosh, I don't friggin' think so.
Him: ... Wait, what?
Me: Wait, what? Colin's in New York.
Him: Yeah...
Me: So he's obviously not missing Jessica. I mean, that's four days of non-stop Jessica. He probably wants to strangle her by now.
Him: ... You idiot. I meant it as in 'do you miss Colin too?' ... You idiot.
Me: Ohhhh! Yes. I suppose I do.
Him: You idiot.

Yeah, so at certain times of the day, my brain does not function. I find it's best to catch me during that fifteen minute window where I can think. Things flow better then.

World Issues sucks. The world should stop having so many issues, and let me suffer the rest of the semester in peace. I wish ol' McIvor would have her baby already and get off my case. 'Don't talk in class' this and 'shut up about radioactive squirrels' that and 'I thought I told you to stop talking and are you still raving about the squirrels and I think it's time for you to go now' the other.

Sheesh. The woman just grates on the nerves.

We had fried wontons for dinner. I could eat my own weight in those things. Which reminds me, I need to lose some weight, as my mother lives to remind me. Ah well. I figured, if I can fit through a normal doorway, I'm not too fat. I rarely jiggle when I walk. I mean, I do, but it's only part of me that does, and I have yet to find a bra that stops me from jiggling there. Heh, this is all stuff I'm sure the intarWeb did not need to have access to...

Heh heh heh. I have to make sock puppets, curtains and magnets this weekend. And you know... homework.

Edit on Sunday afternoon: Okay, this is getting lame, guys. Get your stupid selves back here and entertain me. Who ever came up with the idea of leaving for four days is dumb. Dumb!

Break of day, the dawn is here...

Her: Aww, that was great, Colleen.
Me: O.o
Her: Really. A solid level four [read: 90%+]. Well... it's always a level four with you.
Me: ...
Her: I love watching you up there. You make me proud.
Me: [thinking] Did you HEAR me up there? No, of course you didn't! Because I HAVE NO VOICE YOU CRAZY LADY!
Her: *sigh* Now, if some others in the class could pull up their socks... You can go home now honey, I understand you're sick.
Me: ... Thanks Ms. Stokes. See you later.

It was strange, all-around. I let Melissa in on a little theory I had. She thinks I'm nuts. I told her 'we shall see'. It was pretty cool, actually because I couldn't talk, right? So when I said 'we shall see' it sounded all raspy and mysterious. I rock.

And you know who else rocks? SARAH. <3 times a million.

We got 6o/6o and 4o/4o on our storybook for religion.

[For those of you who are not great at math, that's 1oo/1oo. Which works out to roughly 1oo%]

In all, working with Sarah is fun. Not just because we get good grades, but because she is fun.

And because I am full to the brim with love today: I love Jessica. Why? Because I am still a virgin Because she is the reason my mother made delicious cake.

Being home sick has it's perks. I mean, don't get me wrong, being sick sucks. But staying home from school while sick is not so bad. For one, I didn't have to go to early rehearsal this morning [no matter what Ms. Stokes says, I need it]. I got to sleep until 11oo. And I'm most likely going to bed after J*A*G. I baked corn muffins and made chocolate pudding today too.

Heh, funny corn muffin story.

Colleen making corn muffins seems like a totally healthy thing, When I am sick, I am normally completely out of it. So seeing me bake when sick [don't worry, I washed my hands five whole times! With soap!] was amusing. I was like 'dude, this just might work.' Upon retreiving tray from oven- with oven mitts, which I forgotten during sick!baking before...- and proceeding to flip the little buggers out of their tray I realized I had forgotten to grease the cups.

In conclusion...

You know that story about that guy who fed thousand with just a few loaves of bread [and some fishes]? Yeah, that's me today. I started with eight little loves. And can now feed probably 1oo times that. If I'm feeding mice!

Because my eight little loves of corn bread turned into eight little piles of crumbs!