Wow, that is the fakiest, most retardo pseudo-contemplative picture of me EVAR. (I wasn't comtemplating anything. i was staring directly at the sun. nurrrr.) But whatever. Look at my awesome blue eyes. They're not so bad.
And no, I didn't rip my face apart. As you can plainly see I was a pirate today. That's me sitting in my car bored out of my skull waiting to go do my super-happy-neato-karma-volunteer thing. The aquarium was doing a sleepover and I helped out until ten. Forty. I dissected squid and handed out treasure and pirate-cursed an 11-year-old and threatened another with keel-hauling. Which for tonight was not criminally threatening a child but merely cheeky and feisy befitting of a pirate. Maybe I should dress like this more often. I also had cookies and 3 Capri Suns which is why I'm still bouncing about at midnight.
i fucking Luuuuuuurve not having anyone in the house. Everyone is gone. Dad is in Hawaii (Note to self: pirate-curse that guy, too), and the mom and kidlets are visiting Mee-maw and Paw-paw or some shit.
I had lunch with my gramma today. I went "back to school" shopping (by the way, malls of America: SUCK IT. Your back-to-school sales are LAAAAAME.) An f found nothing but a dress I may never wear at Nordstroms for $62. My gramma conviced me to buy it. Then we went and had lunch outside at Nordstrom's Cafe, something I haven't done since...well, since my gramma got too sick to go, and died a few years back. So yeah, lunch with dead gramma today. It was really nice, actually. I really don't believe in all the John Edwards talking-to-the-dearly-departed douchbaggery, but she's made herself known a couple of times since she left, and every experience has been subtle but very wonderful. Thanks DeeDee.
"Don't kiss the kitties!"
Speaking of kitties, I got to babysit a 5-day-old kitten the other day. Like a tiny white monkey. It was found under the porch of the people I babysit for, all alone, with it's umbilical cord still attatched. It cried for a whole day before they could find it, having to dismantle their porch to get at him (people after my own heart). No other kittens around, no momcat. But damned if the little bastard ain't healthy and strong. He won't take a bottle of an eyedropper of formula, but he'll suck it out of your hand. I'm looking forward to seeing him next week. I miss Moose soooooooooo bad.
And speaking of THAT jerk, god bless my parents. I can't be there to look after him, who has become quite the handful (see a few journal entries back, he is the scourge of the neighborhood) my dad is not going to give him away, nor force him to stay inside. He's going to throw a net over the side yard to keep him inside the outdoors. What a damn pain in the ass that cat is. This is why we ALMOST made it to the pound a couple times. (Ok, so I got as far as chucking him in the car, feeling bad, and taking him back inside. But he's a button-pusher.)
I need to see Snakes On A Plane and Talladega Nights. That shit looks freakin' heelarious. But now I need another beer or four and a shower, because I still smell like squid.
And no, I didn't rip my face apart. As you can plainly see I was a pirate today. That's me sitting in my car bored out of my skull waiting to go do my super-happy-neato-karma-volunteer thing. The aquarium was doing a sleepover and I helped out until ten. Forty. I dissected squid and handed out treasure and pirate-cursed an 11-year-old and threatened another with keel-hauling. Which for tonight was not criminally threatening a child but merely cheeky and feisy befitting of a pirate. Maybe I should dress like this more often. I also had cookies and 3 Capri Suns which is why I'm still bouncing about at midnight.
i fucking Luuuuuuurve not having anyone in the house. Everyone is gone. Dad is in Hawaii (Note to self: pirate-curse that guy, too), and the mom and kidlets are visiting Mee-maw and Paw-paw or some shit.
I had lunch with my gramma today. I went "back to school" shopping (by the way, malls of America: SUCK IT. Your back-to-school sales are LAAAAAME.) An f found nothing but a dress I may never wear at Nordstroms for $62. My gramma conviced me to buy it. Then we went and had lunch outside at Nordstrom's Cafe, something I haven't done since...well, since my gramma got too sick to go, and died a few years back. So yeah, lunch with dead gramma today. It was really nice, actually. I really don't believe in all the John Edwards talking-to-the-dearly-departed douchbaggery, but she's made herself known a couple of times since she left, and every experience has been subtle but very wonderful. Thanks DeeDee.
"Don't kiss the kitties!"
Speaking of kitties, I got to babysit a 5-day-old kitten the other day. Like a tiny white monkey. It was found under the porch of the people I babysit for, all alone, with it's umbilical cord still attatched. It cried for a whole day before they could find it, having to dismantle their porch to get at him (people after my own heart). No other kittens around, no momcat. But damned if the little bastard ain't healthy and strong. He won't take a bottle of an eyedropper of formula, but he'll suck it out of your hand. I'm looking forward to seeing him next week. I miss Moose soooooooooo bad.
And speaking of THAT jerk, god bless my parents. I can't be there to look after him, who has become quite the handful (see a few journal entries back, he is the scourge of the neighborhood) my dad is not going to give him away, nor force him to stay inside. He's going to throw a net over the side yard to keep him inside the outdoors. What a damn pain in the ass that cat is. This is why we ALMOST made it to the pound a couple times. (Ok, so I got as far as chucking him in the car, feeling bad, and taking him back inside. But he's a button-pusher.)
I need to see Snakes On A Plane and Talladega Nights. That shit looks freakin' heelarious. But now I need another beer or four and a shower, because I still smell like squid.
It was great!
I love Mallrats the most