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[Mar. 8th, 2008|12:01 pm] |
I'm drinking tea and watching the boys play right now... I am SOOO happy that Ornery "Hobbes" Mocha G___ and Smokey "Love-Fluff" Marvolo George G___ have moved in, because they are the lights of my life and absolutely adore each other and us (well, Hobbes adores his daddy, and Smokey adores me). I lurves my boys. They fight/groom the way Bella and Fatty do - one pins one down and starts washing the other, and then the other gets all uppity and impatient and aggressively starts washing the first one. Oh, and Hobbes can fly. He sometimes randomly leaps straight up into the air, as high as 5 feet up, and attacks the door frame. Then he says "Brrrt!" and runs off. No one knows why. And Smokey likes to hold my hand with his paw when I'm studying. That right there is a mama's boy. It's a far cry from the day he moved in, when he was so freaked out that he hissed at everything for days, including Hobbes and his food.
It's finally Spring Break, and no one needed it more than I do. I was seriously starting to hate life, and was only going to about half my classes. I was totally frazzled and cried for no reason, and when someone spoke to me I replied in grunts or monosyllables. Not a happy time. So I'm free (sorta); I'll be spending most of this week reviewing, working on my argument brief, getting the car seen to, and hopefully catching up with a few friends. Also, I'll be working on Tod's birthday present - yes, I KNOW his birthday's not until November, but it could take a long time to get exactly right, especially as when I'm in school I have no time to make things. But trust me, it's gonna be really fucking cool.
I'm currently recovering from one of those awful dreams where I was writing an endless paper (I was Harry Potter, oddly enough, writing on the improbable migration of certain African peoples down to Puerto Rico. Not sure why Harry Potter would be writing about that, but Ron thought it was brilliant), and it lasted FOREVER, and went on in tortuous detail. I can still remember editing out certain phrases, and replacing them and everything; very tedious. It must be guilt for having been such a massive slacker this past week, and reminding me that I need to be on top of things. I think I'll recover by watching some telly.
But I'm not actually used to having the time to watch TV, except for "Lost," "Runway," and CNN in the mornings, and I need to figure out what's good now. I am definitely not going to be watching "Dancing With The Stars." I saw a clip of Marie Osmond dressed up and dancing like a doll one time, and almost choked on my own vomit of terror. I haven't been quite the same since then.
I've seen a few episodes of "Heroes", and that seems really good, but I'm too behind now to catch up on that except via Netflix. Poop. Also, I hear "Psych" is over for the season. Poop a lot.
When I do watch CNN, all I ever see is the same damn ad for the Royal Bank of Scotland. They didn't used to be so bad; they once featured a strong, silent James Bond-esque banker who quietly saved the day in various ways while everybody else dithered. Not at all objectionable. But this recent one is simply too much. It features a boy's prep school's Founders Day, and the guest speaker is droning on and on and making lame analogies about life, and finally this one kid stands up and cuts him off by saying "The end!" It's not particularly smooth or imaginative of him, but his fellows seem grateful and applaud, and he smiles modestly and tugs on his ear. Cut to 25 years later, and the same guy, grown up, is smiling smugly and tugging on his ear, remembering that day when he was enough of a douche to interrupt this poor guy speaking in front of a bunch of ungrateful snots at a boy's school, and everybody loved him for it. I hope he gets run over by an autobus the next time he steps out onto an Edinburgh street.
I also heartily dislike that ad for Johnny Walker Blue Label. It's a very abstract ad, captioned "For those who know what to look for." I can make out a guy and a bottle of Blue Label, but what the hell is he looking at?!? Is it a bus? There may be a cow in there somewhere. Clearly, I don't know what to look for. And it makes me feel like an idiot. (It's on the back of last week's New York Times Magazine, if anyone feels like taking a look at it and enlightening me.)
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