Yes. I am aware that I have let this vortex gather dust. No. I do not care. Sailorkitties 2 and 6 may be born shortly. Maybe not. I can only do as the voices in my head dictate.
Pooh and I have done a lot of bonding lately. Yesterday we watched a biography of Suzanne Somers on Lifetime and then took a nap. Quality time is important in a functional roommate relationship.
The highest quality time, of course, is the time she spends out of the room.
She has taken up coloring in her spare time. In Winnie the Pooh coloring books. Soon we find out if Chibi-Pooh will be a girl or a boy. If it’s a girl, she wants to name it Alexis.
I snorted. Lexi hid under the bed. Like Punkie said, WHY does everyone want to name their girl babies after our BOY LIZARD?
I go home for spring break next Friday. Unfortunately Punkie "Squirrel Girl" Trout will not be there to torment/feed/entertain me. I have to spend the whole week cleaning my hellhole room and preparing it for re-entry. My cat inhabited my bathroom for a few months, and it wasn’t very beautiful BEFORE that....
Much time will I spend up a tree, and the rest playing with my records. Lovely spinning round and round and round and round until it stops. Then we turn it over and do it again. I never used to get these weird Three Dog Night and Petula Clark cravings when I had the means to cure them. Don’t sleep in the subway, darling....
Five more weeks in the year, seven counting break and finals week. I’ve started packing up things to take home and leave this time. My junk increases exponentially, and we had two full cars coming down here. I need to make friends with someone who owns a horse trailer.
I went home last weekend for a day trip and didn’t get lost on the way back. Last time I tried to do it by myself, I somehow went through downtown Kansas City and thought I’d end up in Des Moines. Follow the road to St. Louis, daughter, and all shall go well...Sure Ma.
Cruise control is my friend. Other cars are not. Pooh told me I’d be a great driver if I was the only one on the road. I know that. Helen Wheels has to go be inspected over break. Unfortunately. Daddydear will prly steal it for part of the time too...I hate that. he brings it back with the seats and mirrors adjusted to his tastes and the radio screwed all to heck. And I’m afraid Mom will steal it back. She doesn’t like her new car. She calls it the Albatross and says it attracts deer. But she doesn’t get the Saturn back. Mineminemineminemine.
Soon it will summer and we can wreak havoc as we once did. Sort of. I have to get a job sooner or later.
I have 153 Kool Aid points. I’m saving up for a second car. Or liposuction.
One more thing Pooh and I have in common, neurosis-wise. I told her about Punkie’s anti-aspartame crusade, and she said, "Oh well. I’d rather die than be fat." Considering all the diet Coke, sugarfree Kool Aid, and light yogurt I consume, I should have a tumor the size of a soccer ball. (Actually, that would explain a lot.) I’ll construct an altar to the Almighty Goddess Aspartame and indulge myself like a lab rat. Oink oink oink. (Shut up, bunny.)
It’s 7:22. I got up at 12:15. Today I have managed to shower (that took a good fifty minutes), eat, pack six boxes of nameless koi, call Sailorchernobyl (*crosses Social Interaction off to-do list), eat, do a load of laundry (the rest can fester until I get home), clean out my inbox, make a study list for my art history class, eat, and here I am again.
At some point, I hope to be working on Program Four. Well, all right, to be honest, I hope the server explodes and the professor and all four TA’s get brain cancer and die before it’s due Thursday midnight.
I saw a sign for the Columbia Beauty Academy when I was out hunting-and-gathering last week. I could go there and learn to destroy OTHER people’s fingernails. But I think I’d have to dye my hair platinum, wear three sets of fake lashes, and start asking people to call me Kitty Sue.
This is long and uninspired. Like my hair. Maybe over break I can get odango pics developed and scanned. They’re on the same roll as Pookie’s birthday party way back in January. *sob* Before they broke my spirit and turned me into a gray little shadow of a person...*cough* um never mind.