Moody Meow

Wandering the web, and look what I found.

I lost my son to a war I oppose. We were both doing our duty. The idea that saying anything against the war is a crime against the troops, well that’s just a tactic our government uses to get us to shut the fuck up. This is a beautifully written piece. And it’s illuminating.

And I won’t shut up anymore.

Speaking of war.. I found this via Digg. I am amazed by the moronic comments made by the talking heads we call newscasters. She needs to go back to that morning show she had and let the real newsmen and newswomen take the news back from ignorance and entertainment. Gah!

Another Digg find. …but I am embarrassed to say that I know a lot less than I should. And I’m headed to grad school! For shame!

Are you aggressive? Yes? then you shall get laid!

What happened on the day you were born?

I have a bruised finger and my lip is a little sensitive. And I know you are going to ask why, because I know you care. Hollie and her friend came over to get the futon. I forgot how heavy and awkward it was. D and I had to turn it on its side, shimmy it through the front door and then try to get it into Hollie’s Suburban. Hollie had a hell of a time getting all of her seats down (read the instructions next time woman!!) but we finally managed and were able to get the futon and the mattress in. It was a comical scene, truly. But while pulling the futon into the Suburban, my finger got caught. It hurts us, precious. And then as D and I walked out the door with it, the foot snagged on the door jam and my lip smashed into it. Ouch. I am the kind of friend that bleeds (and smooshes fingers ) for others. I deserve a pat on the back! Just kidding.

And……. that is why I hate being short, by the way. D and I are totally not in sync when it comes to carrying things. And I am too chicken shit to wear my platform shoes because I am painfully clumsy. Gah!

And now, a list for Hollie (hehehe).

• D and I are giving the car to Mom on Saturday
• D and I are giving the bookshelves to Julie on Saturday
• D and I are heading to Anne’s (with some plants) on Saturday
• I have to clean up the front yard.
• The beagles already miss their futon.
• I have gas.
• I am pmsing
• I have a headache
• The planted onions make me happy.
• I have to clean/write my resume
• I didn’t get any responses to the houses I contacted in Portland
• I wanna frickin house already.
• D and I are going to see Pirates on Friday
• “To err is to Human…. To Arr is to Pirate“
• That is the best shirt ever.
• Okay…not the absolute best.
• “This t-shirt hides my cold robot interior“
• That’s my favorite shirt.
• I am tired of this attitude about the gay lifestyle.
• I can’t donate blood because I lived in Germany
• Sometimes, I am ashamed to be a part of this country.
• (No - that was not an article about the war, so chill out).
• Yay for the tortoises!
• I need a “native birds of Oregon” book.
• I have (thanks to Frankie and Cat) the dog lover’s guide & a guide to vineyards.
• I’m going to take the beagles and get drunk.
• And now, I am going to revel in my headache and swim in my coffee
• PIRATES COMES OUT TOMORROW
• YYYYYARRRRR!
• (I need a parrot, a peg - leg and a hook…. really… but only a stuffed toy parrot)
• Sometimes, people surprise me with their generosity and frank observations.
• I think its best to be thankful for what I’ve experienced here rather than to remain bitter about the conflicts.
• I think, in spite of it all, that I’ve grown at as a person due to my job and I will take away the best of those experiences and I hope that people I worked learned a little something from me, even if it’s just how to unjam the copier or install printer drivers.
• I’ve learned a lot from them…

How do you get a tissue to dance?

Put a little boogie in it…

Bah dum bum!

Sometimes I love talking to our contractors. They make me laugh

We had a nice rainstorm this evening.. and then the ceiling in the kitchen started to leak. Nothing like a little indoor water feature to add some ambiance.

I’m off tomorrow to work on my story. Have a happy Flyday.

Busy busy busy….

I have to pull a 10 page work out of my ass by Friday for Seton Hill. For some reason it seems different. I can’t procrastinate, although I already have, and I feel bad for not getting on this assignment sooner. It’s going to be my introdution to my classmates, and they specified that we are not to submit old content or works that have been published. Published? Sheesh, I wish. I get to do homework this week…there’s just something wrong about that.
Graduation was wonderful and underwhelming. The walk moved me, but sitting there listening to our speakers felt like a waste of time. Said my goodbyes to a lot of people. It felt good, but somewhat painful. The walk from the Chapel to the Sports Center is one I will never forget. Dr. Dunn gave me the best goodbye. Did I mention that she gives really good hugs? Took pictures with Amanda and the Rev at Orlando Hall. Wish I had taken more. Alas. Anne sat just down the row from me during the ceremony, and I almost forgot my card — you know — the one that tells the announcer my name. Yeah, brilliant. Lauren and I goofed off in the Chapel. I could swear that she found spiked punch, but I can’t ask her about it now…she’s off to Africa for the summer (happy travels Lauren!). Oh — and I graduated Cum Laude. I’m a dumbass and didn’t compute the honors system correctly. Yes, you may smack me now. But I got a nifty yellow tassel…it’s purdy.

The graduation party was a success. My family (including D’s family) melded smoothly with our friends. I think the last person left around 3:30 ish. Thanks to Amanda, Kahleen, Kim, and Frankie for my lovely presents. We threw out an obscene ammount of food. Who knew there was that much cheese in Orlando. I wish I had more time to spend with everyone (Anne… I love you !) but I think that will come incrementally.
The fam left yesterday. It was good to see them. Sometimes the visits feel too short and too long at the same time. I wasn’t in a good space this time, but I think that is due to the transitory nature of my life right now. I’m not solid, except on a solid foundation of change, which leaves things a touch treacherous. I was kind of disappointed that I didn’t get a graduation present from my family. I don’t know why that bothered me as much as it did. I’ll get over it — less stuff to move anyway.

Jerry Fallwell died yesterday. I don’t feel bad about being glad. If I believed in hell — then he would get a special seat. A special flaming seat. Have a nice trip, asshole.

D and I watched Dust to Dust. It made me sick.

There is much more to talk about, but I need to rummage about and find me some lunch! Howz that fer grammer?

It was hot as bawlz and tons of fun. And tonight, if you didn’t know, we are having a gathering.

Oh — and I fucked up. I actually got honors… I should read the requirements a little better next time.

Congrats ONE AND ALL!

• I’ve been writing a blog post all day and didn’t finish.
• The fam comes in tomorrow.
• I’m so excited I could pee! (think excited puppy)
• Target, Whole Foods, Petco and shoe shopping are all in my immediate future.
• I did not get honors…but at least I graduated.
• Swallowing that disappointment and shame is pretty hard for me.
• It’s like swallowing a hairball made of steel wool.
• My fam comes in tomorrow.
• That’s the bright side of life.
• The Party is on Saturday.
• Another bright spot.
• I have to super clean my house…
• not so bright spot.
• D and I made the 12″ apple into a bonafied music box
• I can dance in my living room now.
• I have enough boxes in my house to build a rockin cardboard castle
• Wanna come over and play?
• I will miss the wildlife and Seemore and that really hit me last night.
• It is time to shop
• Today is my Friday BITCHES!

Heee heee heee…. I need to lay off the coffee

I’m writing this after Fiddler’s, where we gathered after the Botany final. It started to hit me, but I drank Strongbow (yes, Lauren….strongbow! A REAL drink) and tried to ignore the sadness. We sat around the table - loud women (and men) and loud voices and loud love for the experience. I’m glad it’s over, but very dissapointed that I didn’t get to know some of them a little better. Kat — you make me laugh so hard I want to snort. Lauren — see you in Portland, I owe you a beer. And the others, thank you. thank you for making the end feel like a new beginning.

In all the laughter and potatoes, I took my final final. I’m too inebriated to be sad. I think that will come with the inevitable hangover…

Good night all. You are reading the blog of a drunk soon-to-be Rollins graduate.

And I thought it fitting that my pagan ass ended things on the night of a full blood moon. Transitions, my friends. It is all about progression and change. But I will remember this full moon and give thanks. There will never be another moment like the one I shared with you all tonight.

• One final down - two to go
• My poor arm/hand/shoulder is not used to writing anymore. I feel so old.
• Oh my… these are just fucking cute. I want them all.
• I had my shirt on inside out when I went to school.
• It was one of those days.
• Had a long talk with D about our life together and the effects of the move on our family.
• My father wants to develop a relationship with me — over 10 years since we last spoke.
• Still trying to figure out how I feel about that.
• So damn tired.
• Getting people together for the party has turned into an interesting experience.
• I can’t wait to graduate.
• I will spend the weekend studying!!!
• I want this book, this book….. oh… and this one too!
• We have lots and lots of books.

I’m really tired, so I am going to try to drown myself in coffee….

I like temper tantrums. Yes, I know — it’s SHOCKING. Don’t know where I was going with that… just thought I would share.

So, I’m a dumbass. With the graduation, move, etc - I forgot to call the headshrinker. I had my last appointment with her in September, and now I am out of meds. I called yesterday, they are fitting me in today (which means I am going to sit there for hours, because, well, that’s how she works) and I can get my meds tonight. I don’t need the Seroquel (sleepy anti-manic stuff) as much as the Lamictal (anti-manic-depression stuff), but I am out of all my stuff. I also need to talk with her about my move, how it relats to my medical issues, and if she knows of good alternatives for the drugs. Should I buy them in Canada? This whole meds thing is quite annoying.
We are counting down, kiddies. I got my package from Seton Hill last night. I will tell you all about the classes I am going to take later, but it looks like loads of fun. Holy shit, I’m going to grad school!

In other news - crazy people are to blame for the worlds’ ills and if you take any kind of medication for any kind of mental issue - you will never be respected by the eyes of the law and all of your actions, whether good or bad, will be filtered down to what mental illness you suffer from. That’s the beginning of a rant that will not happen. Why? I have work to do, damnit!

I couldn’t read the other layout. I think my eyes are going — along with my muscles, my brain and my motivation. Is this what old feels like?

I still like this layout, but the colors bug me.

And yes, that is the end of my whining.

“It’s so trendy to be a socalist”

New system at work. On the low end of a learning curve so I am struggling to play catch up.

Played in the woods this weekend. Got a sun burn. Slept. Watched Donnie Dark and Waking Ned Devine. Liked both movies. Now, going back to work.

That meeting… they left without me. Yeah, I totally feel loved right now.

I hate shoes. The toesies need fresh air. I love the textures of my world -  the crispy grass (it’s drying right now), the cool wood floors, the scratchy texture of concrete, the powdery sand. My shoes stay indoors when the heat rises. The books and sneakers hide in the back of the closet with the dust bunnies and large Valentine tumblefurrs (Val is one of my cats — and he sheds like mad — hence, tumblefur). I love my flop-flops. The only problem comes when I try to drive. When I was on 1792, a few months ago, my shoe slipped and hung onto the gas pedal. Not a big deal, I unsnagged it, but it scared the poop out of  me. So, now I drive barefoot. Vader (the Ford Focus) is a stick shift, and the sensation of the engine at my feet makes me happy.  I’m tempted to jump out of the care without shoes on, even when in a shopping plaza. Remember when I told you the little story about the Hummer tapping my bumper, well, that was why I was barefoot. I think I’m still a 5 year old at heart.

Speaking of Vader — he’s become the political-mobile. Some of my bumper stickers are going to piss people off.  It amuses me. I am trying to get my point across, but D had a good point: I should not drive like an asshat. I’m not a nice driver, unless I’m in my own neighborhood. Hypocrisy - I know.
The grad school mess is finished. My future hangs in the balance of the educational system. Three weeks for an answer. I won’t talk about this much. I feel like I will curse myself or something. The midterms are over as well. Those pissed me off, but again, nothing I can do about it now. I am trying to be zen about this.

D and I had a nice weekend. We succeeded in doing jack and shit, but it was nice jack and shit. We: went to Babbos, watched Casino Royale, ran errands, attempted to do homework, talked about my exhaustion and the validity of my medication. I felt a lot better, without the stress and relaxed enough to enjoy my time with D. We did notice that the beagles had fleas. It’s going to be a shitty summer for bugs.

I want to comment on politics, on the state of things in our government, but it pisses me off so completly, it will ruin the rest of my day. GAH! So, I am going to stew in real life and keep my blogging mouth shut.

On shiney happy notes….

RATCHETANDMOTHERFUCKINGCLANK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love this series, in a sick way. This shouldn’t be news, but I know we will buy the PS3 for this game. I want one anyway, but this is the perfect reason to get it. I love this game. Love. Love. Love. (are you getting the point yet?) love…. l …. o ….. v …… e ……

Stardust the movie. I don’t know if you are familiar with the Gaiman book, but it is a good one. Quick read, entertaining. Good stuff. The movie has a rockin cast. I think we shall see this one in the theatre as well.

It’s monday. I need to get back to work, but I hope your monday is a happy one. I have more to ramble about, but my veggie burger calls……

Studying for miderms and such. I hate the pressure. Have a happy week.

I bought a pair of jeans from Old Navy a while ago, and thought they fit well. When you try things on, they usually fit a little tight. I thought they fit perfectly and I was happy. I wore them when D and I went out one night (I think to Babbos) and was pretty shocked at how loose they got. Now they fit like a denim version of pajama pants - all loose and comfy. The only problem with this is that they keep falling down. Even my bum won’t hold them up. I really need to get a belt. I guess I can wash them every time I wear them…. blech.

I have more to say, but work is busy and I am distracted by the new music I bought. So have a happy Friday and don’t let your pants fall down.

Where is everyone today?