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Have you seen this?
A Chico sized giraffe! Cutest. Thing. Ever.
A friend and I were discussing what we want as Chico sized animals. I said an elephant named Ellie (short for Eleanor the Elephant). And she and Chico will be BFFs and play and play and have such a good time! My brother pointed out that Ellie might spray water everywhere and I assured him she will only be allowed water in the kitchen with the gate up. Problem solved.
My friend wants a Chico sized hippo. I told him hippos are mean and like to bite and he said he will train his to be sweet. We’ll see.
Also discussed, elephant sized Koala bear. The only conclusion to this is terrifying.
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Ya’ll, I love TV. I have it on all the time. Seriously, all the time. I like the house filled with voices and I have such a short attention span that I need to have more than one thing to pay attention to at a time. And since I knit all the time and more recently, working on school projects non stop, having the TV on makes both activities less boring. Like, it’s hard for me to watch foreign films (even though I love them) because I can’t knit and read. I’ve tried and it just doesn’t work.
Since I moved and because I’m now a full time student living on a loan, I decided cable is probably an expense I can do without (Comcast, you’re the devil). The first week was fine. The second week a little hard. The third and fourth weeks, even harder and then something amazing happened–I got over it. I don’t really miss cable or even think about it that much. I still have TV, but limited channels and those work fine for me, mostly because I can watch the Today Show and Dr. Phil (gotta get my Phil at 5). I must admit that I have Netflix streaming into the television through my Wii, so even though there isn’t any cable, there is still movie watching. But, I have my TV in my room (I’ve had a TV in my room since I turned 12) and it isn’t plugged in and I’m not sure I want it plugged in. It’s just sitting there on my dresser taking up a lot of space.
Alas, I’m visiting family (Roomio is holding down the fort) and they have cable. And Sunday morning Law & Order is on. I really miss vintage Sunday morning L&O. I forgot how much I love watching it for hours and hours and knitting and reading blogs. I think I just need a L&O channel on the free channels and then my life will be complete.
The end of the quarter is in sight! Things are insane right now! I’ve never worked so hard in my life and my classmates seem to think that sleep is optional. I don’t know about you, but it’s not optional for me. If I don’t sleep, I turn into a monster. Plus, I get sick. Every. Freaking. Time. Like last weekend, I got strep throat.
But, today, thanks to my great friend, Walks on Sunshine, I was able to be a hair model and get a lovely haircut. It was nice to have a little time out from school work and stress.
So, we just concluded our last week of classes. Next week, I’m told, is when the real work begins. But, I’m also signed up to do boot camp in the morning at 5:50am. I don’t know if I’ll make it much next week. ’sigh’ What did I sign myself up for (school and boot camp)?
Not to mention, Chico and I aren’t spending 23 hours a day together anymore. Which is a little sad. I try to have extra special snuggle time with him when we’re in my bed, but lately, he’s just not having it. Attitude.
Oh yeah, my across the hall neighbor is, apparently crazy. There will be more on that when I can get some of it on video. Stay tuned…
Getting used to a new place is hard. So is getting used to a new roommate and a new dog. Don’t get me wrong, I really like the new place and the new roommate and the new dog. It’s just different. You know how nice it is to come home after a really long day and in your bed in your room? It’s like a haven. I don’t have that here yet. And the new street is a busy one. I’m not used to cars zooming by my window at all hours of the night. Or the noises of the other tenants in an apartment building. I haven’t lived in an apartment is years. I miss Caspian and Aravis and my porch and my chair and my neighbors, some more than others. I’ve been soooo busy with school work I haven’t really had time to unpack. So my crap is EVERYWHERE. Seriously. Roomio is all like, hey, I know you’re really busy, but can I get a time frame on your unpacking?
I know it will get better. Just needed to get it out.
Thanks :)
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The other day I was having a conversation with someone. It went a little something like this:
me: How are things, blah, blah, blah, did you get all of your school supplies yet?
him: Oh yeah, I got most of them for free. Yeah, go me.
me: (raising an eyebrow) Oh, really…that’s pretty awesome. (secretly jealous he has friends who went to the same school years earlier and still have all of their supplies)
him: Yeah, I stole them.
me: (shocked stare)…Did you say you stole them?
him: (chuckle) Yeah.
me: As in shoplifted?!
him: Yeah. I mean, I need that stuff. I don’t have money. So I went and took it.
me: …the fuck, are you kidding me?
him: No way. I took it and now it’s mine.
me: This might not work out.
I didn’t think real people shoplifted after the age of 16. I never did it when I was 16, but I knew a lot of people who did. And homeless people. I hear homeless people shoplift. But I don’t know any of them. And I certainly never met any 20 somethings who seem completely (that’s a lie) normal who do it. Geez…
Did you ever think your toys were moving around and playing and having a whole existence while you weren’t looking when you were a kid? I did. Then I read The Little Princess and she ran to the keyhole after she shut her bedroom door 
to try and “catch” her dolls moving. But they always froze back when they knew she was looking. Then Toy Story came out and made me even more suspicious of my toys. I had porcelain dolls and some times I couldn’t sleep under their gaze. They were Always. Staring. It’s a lot of pressure.
Then I read Goosbumps: Monster Edition #2 (I think this is the title, I had to do a littleGoogling to find out) by R.L. Stine about an evil ventriloquist dummy who was thrown in the trash and a teddy bear who was shelved when a new one came along and their evil and twisted revenges (I think that’s a word). These events involved harming the child (which I was at the time) and other toys. Really. Freaked. 10 year-old. Me. Out. (Also, during this time, I wasn’t sleeping because I was convinced that murderers were going to break into our house in the middle of the night and kill me in my sleep. My bedroom was the first one at the top of the stairs and in my prayers every night, I prayed that the murderers/rapists get me first so that my screams would wake my parents and brother and give them time to escape–lesson, don’t let your kids watch Unsolved Mysteries or America’s Most Wanted.) These stories led me to believe my stuffed animals were going to be jealous of each other and try to kill me in my sleep if I showed one more attention than another. So, in addition to not sleeping for 6 months, and spending a lot of time banging on my parents door and crying in the hallway (they decided the best way to deal with my fear and anxiety was to lock their bedroom door and ignore me) I also made sure every stuffed animal I owned was on my bed all night long. That meant I was barely able to fit onto my bed because I had to have 20+ animals on the bed every night. And then I lain awake, afraid of people coming into the
house and of the animals in the bed with me. Then I got a cat and for some reason I felt my 8 ounce kitten would protect me from murderers and the toys. She was obviously the toughest kitten ever because I’m still here. (She totally told those stuffed animals who’s boss)
‘sigh’
Why am I sharing this with you now, at this joyous holiday season? Well, if you didn’t already know, I’m a little deranged. Probably because I was scared out of my mind and not sleeping and my parents locked me out of their room and forced me to cry and have panic attacks in the dark hallway outside their bedroom. Also, because several of you are about to give your children the wonderful gifts of toys. And toys can be really scary. Think about that. Bam!
I have compiled my list of things I would like. And I think it makes a pretty great gift guide. So, here you go! See full list here.
- Fujifilm Instax MINI 7s White Instant Film Camera
- Look Who’s Calling Salt and Pepper Shakers
- Lomography OKTOMAT Compact 35mm Camera with 8 Serial Lenses
- Kaleidoscope Ceramic Apothecary Chest
- Beginner Knitter’s Tool Set
- Chocolat Fraises Teacup
- The Knitting Necklace
- Workday Recovery Kit
- Go With the Flow Sink Paperclip Holder
- Velvet Angels Naked Lunch Wedge Bootie
- Twinkles Big City Knits
- Fancy Mustache Necklace
- Standing Fox Ring
- Diana Instant Black+
- Modern Top Down Knitting
- Bocote Wood Inlay Titanium Ring
- Golden Half Camera-Telepathy
- Sterling Silver Swinging Pin-up Girl
- Lensbaby SLR Lenses
- Lomography Sprocket Rocket
- “The Scream” Icetray
- (This is 22 A, I just realized I left the number out for the ring but am too lazy to renumber them…it’s a lot of work) Bumpy Road Ring (This is 22B) Modern Baby Clock-Owl
- Professional Filter Kit
- Kundalini Yoga
- Sigma 70-300mm Lens
- Diana F+
- Anodized! Brilliant Colors & Bold Designs for Aluminum Jewelry
- Droog Sticky Lamp
- Sterling Silver Honey Knuckles II
- Urban Spectacles
- Bone Chillers Ice Tray
- Jewelry Design Challenge
- Woodsy Robin
- Mario Batali 5-Piece Prep Bowl Set
- Beach Blanket Bingo One Piece Suit
- Twinkle’s Weekend Knits
- Nesting Dolls Love Hate
- 30 Minute Necklaces
- Headband Icognito
- The Skinny on Will Power
- Nikon Filter Protection 77mm
(OMG, that took forever. ’phew’ I hope you guys enjoy this list :)
Ok, my title might be a little dramatic. But that’s what it feels like. Who knew buying a car is so emotional? As I stated in my last post, I thought I found my car. We spoke with the guy at the dealership about it, he promised not to sell it. We waited over the holiday and then the weekend, giving up prime test driving days, in hopes of getting this car. We had our mechanic look at it and we discussed the minor problems with the guy selling the car. ”No problem,” he said.
Well. Yesterday, he changed his tune. And started lying and back pedaling. Dude. We want to give you money for this car. You have a dealership and you can’t even bother to have your mechanic give you an estimate on what the small, tiny repairs will cost? Seriously? You’re taking it to auction? When we want to give you money?!! Is this really happening?
So, tomorrow I have to start over. I found a bunch of other great cars online and will visit them and test drive them tomorrow. As much as I tried not to fall in love and have my heart set on this car, it happened. And I’m disappointed. It’s so cute. And beautiful. And me.
But, it’s all good. At least I can get another car since the Civic died. Any car in Atlanta is better than no car. Or the bus (have I ever mentioned public transportation here is a joke?)
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As previously mentioned, I’m trying to stop with the caffeine. Yesterday and today, I stopped by Dunkin Donuts to get decaf! Yay me! And I only had a coke yesterday (considering the caffeine). I’m very proud. I have to do this. My panic disorder is, yes, I’m going to use this word, horrendously out of control. I wonder if I can expense buying the coffee. If we had decaf at work, I would totally just drink the free stuff. C’mon!
Caspian and Aravis turn 4 today! I can’t believe I’ve had them that long, it’s insane! They’ve gone from quiet and shy cute little kittens to the loud, boisterous and fluffy cats they are today. I tried to make a little slide show of their cuteness, but WordPress seems to hate code, so I am just sharing pics.
They will be accepting cards, gifts and birthday wishes all day :) And, I made a nice little playlist for you all because I heart you and because it’s my kitties’ birthday!! (Click the link above, it’s pretty awesome!)
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