I have expensive tastes, I'll admit it. Without even looking at prices, I will pick the most expensive item in the entire store, that's how I was bred. Animals are no exception.
I wanted to look up the breed of our cat, Princess, to see if he was a pedigree or not. He is. (He's sleeping in my dad's chair right now, adorable.) Then I saw Russian Blue. With the first look I was in love, they're beautiful! Then I looked at the rarity, the cost of a pedigree, and for a good, good one it's about 2,000 bucks. Ugh. Not like I can go to an animal shelter and pick one up. Of course, we took a Persian to a pet shelter once and it didn't even make it to the cage before the Volunteer was like, "Is this a purebred?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
And she kept the Persian, haha.
I have now a good idea of what animals I will have whenever I have the chance:
- St Bernard
- Black Cat
- Russian Blue
Of course, I know that I have to have proper training to the St Bernard and lots of room for him to run, walk. I think I want a girl. The balls on the male St Bernard would be disgusting, fixed or not. I will take training classes for large dogs before I buy one. I love huge dogs. I want one bigger than St Bernard. I want one as tall as me, but I think the dog could rule me out with just a growl, haha.
I'm going to go poke around at the mall. Wait for Cricket to stop ignoring me.
YOU HEARD ME.
I'M HOLDING YOUR MOVIE RANSOM UNTIL YOU ANSWER ME, BITCHHHH.
ps - my mother bought me some new face wash and it smells like vomit. So, now my face smells like vomit, gross.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
♪: se7en - 라 라 라
hahahahaha. SE7EN.
My sugar intake for this past week has been on the line named 'OVERBOARD.'
PMSing. I hate it. To death. Literally. Well, until I turn 45-50-years of age.
Storms and more storms. Last night's storm lasted for THREE HOURS and the thunder was so loud it seemed like a cloud floated down to my window and started doing its thanggg. Yes, yes, my dog and cat decided that I was the safety post. The cat curled up beside me and the dog laid down somewhere on my floor. An hour later, a big clash of thunder wakes me and the dog walks up to my face and tries to lick me. SO. I'm so tired I'm barely able to stay conscious standing and I get a cover, trip over the dog at my knees and make a little bed on the couch. I drag the dog bed to the front of the couch so Molly could lay comfortably under me. She does, I fall asleep with the cat in my arms... An hour later, I'm guessing, I shoo the cat, because the couch is just too small for the two of us. Haha.
I wake up around 4AM and head back to bed, kicking both the animals out (they followed me) since the storm has passed and sleep comfortably until 9AM. I hate waking up that late.
Mid-afternoon there was another bad storm and during it a huge CLASH sounded. The cat stuck its nails in my leg, the dog jumped up and my TV turned on with the DVR. At the same time. It was freaky.
This evening, it started to get really dark outside and my parents went to get food. About ten minutes later, the wind picked up and sheets of rain drained from the clouds. The big, tall, strong trees ahead of my house started to bend over one another. I knew by this point a tornado was coming... Wind isn't that strong during any storm. SO. I'm worried for my parents. Suddenly, after the wind is getting so bad I'm fixing to call them, they pull up and the rain is so bad it's mowing the lawn. I open the garage door. The gust of wind from said door is so strong, it knocks me back a step. I see my parents and they're rushing to get in. Finally, the news says something about a tornado forming four miles away from us.
My mom is clearing out their closet.
Then, just like that, the storm clears.
My dad was talking to his sister on the phone, saying how they just had missed it because as they were pulling in to the driveway, the truck started to get sucked backwards.
The tornado warnings were like the moment on the movie (or book, your pick), Twister, where the lovable Aunt is in bed then the tornado comes before she could get to shelter. The whole Gang is heartbroken and more determined than ever to get Dorothy out and about.
After the hoopla, Casey texted me to get my phone number for the Barnes and Noble membership discount. I was surprised, told her what happened and why it's funny after all the commotion she was at B&N la vida loca. She explained, 'Well, I'm not scared of storms anymore, so that information is useless.'
I replied, 'Uh, it was a fucking tornado. Not just a storm.'
Her ignorance angers me.
(and I told her 'Your ignorance angers me. That's all.' hahahaha.)
ps - SIMS 3 plays on my computer. Sometimes not well, but it does. I've been playing it A LOT. Made a character who looks just like me. Well, not just alike. I'm still working on that.
CLICK HERE TO SEE HANNY SONNY - THE 'DUPLICATE' OF ME!
I used to sit like that all the time. What happened to the classy me?
Hanny has a good sense of humour, book worm, loves writing, absent-minded and a perfectionist. She's now level 10 of her Journalism career and is having a baby with a vegetarian named 'Harold Stump.'
(Both of their names are characters in a story I'm working on, haha)
My sugar intake for this past week has been on the line named 'OVERBOARD.'
PMSing. I hate it. To death. Literally. Well, until I turn 45-50-years of age.
Storms and more storms. Last night's storm lasted for THREE HOURS and the thunder was so loud it seemed like a cloud floated down to my window and started doing its thanggg. Yes, yes, my dog and cat decided that I was the safety post. The cat curled up beside me and the dog laid down somewhere on my floor. An hour later, a big clash of thunder wakes me and the dog walks up to my face and tries to lick me. SO. I'm so tired I'm barely able to stay conscious standing and I get a cover, trip over the dog at my knees and make a little bed on the couch. I drag the dog bed to the front of the couch so Molly could lay comfortably under me. She does, I fall asleep with the cat in my arms... An hour later, I'm guessing, I shoo the cat, because the couch is just too small for the two of us. Haha.
I wake up around 4AM and head back to bed, kicking both the animals out (they followed me) since the storm has passed and sleep comfortably until 9AM. I hate waking up that late.
Mid-afternoon there was another bad storm and during it a huge CLASH sounded. The cat stuck its nails in my leg, the dog jumped up and my TV turned on with the DVR. At the same time. It was freaky.
This evening, it started to get really dark outside and my parents went to get food. About ten minutes later, the wind picked up and sheets of rain drained from the clouds. The big, tall, strong trees ahead of my house started to bend over one another. I knew by this point a tornado was coming... Wind isn't that strong during any storm. SO. I'm worried for my parents. Suddenly, after the wind is getting so bad I'm fixing to call them, they pull up and the rain is so bad it's mowing the lawn. I open the garage door. The gust of wind from said door is so strong, it knocks me back a step. I see my parents and they're rushing to get in. Finally, the news says something about a tornado forming four miles away from us.
My mom is clearing out their closet.
Then, just like that, the storm clears.
My dad was talking to his sister on the phone, saying how they just had missed it because as they were pulling in to the driveway, the truck started to get sucked backwards.
The tornado warnings were like the moment on the movie (or book, your pick), Twister, where the lovable Aunt is in bed then the tornado comes before she could get to shelter. The whole Gang is heartbroken and more determined than ever to get Dorothy out and about.
After the hoopla, Casey texted me to get my phone number for the Barnes and Noble membership discount. I was surprised, told her what happened and why it's funny after all the commotion she was at B&N la vida loca. She explained, 'Well, I'm not scared of storms anymore, so that information is useless.'
I replied, 'Uh, it was a fucking tornado. Not just a storm.'
Her ignorance angers me.
(and I told her 'Your ignorance angers me. That's all.' hahahaha.)
ps - SIMS 3 plays on my computer. Sometimes not well, but it does. I've been playing it A LOT. Made a character who looks just like me. Well, not just alike. I'm still working on that.
CLICK HERE TO SEE HANNY SONNY - THE 'DUPLICATE' OF ME!
I used to sit like that all the time. What happened to the classy me?
Hanny has a good sense of humour, book worm, loves writing, absent-minded and a perfectionist. She's now level 10 of her Journalism career and is having a baby with a vegetarian named 'Harold Stump.'
(Both of their names are characters in a story I'm working on, haha)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
♪: dirty vegas - days go by
Mom - You never want to touch the Porter Potty handle. Sometimes they tip over and have poop all over it.
Lisa (Aunt) - Yeah, I mean, men go in there. That's nasty enough.
Me - Haha, I know. Men are so nasty.
Mom - You'd think after touching themselves, they'd want to wash their hands?
Me - They do use it for everything.
Mom - *chuckles*
Lisa - *chuckles*
Me - It's like that's how they mark their manhood - their scent.
Mom - 'What's that smell? It smells like ass.'
*Dad and Randy were in the room for that conversation, haha*
I was searching for a song about five to ten minutes ago to listen to while I make this entry. As I was scrolling around, I noticed how much music I have, after I had deleted about 50 gigs in the past year.
Click Screenshot for Bigger Picture
I need to delete, but I can't decide which one(s). I'm a pack-rat with virtual files. It's horrible. I keep asking myself, 'I may want to listen to that laterrrrr.'
Much love, folks.
ps - Today, I saw a truck (who cut me off) which had on its back 'Silly boys, trucks are for girls.' AND, on its tailpipe, the woman had a little horse, legs crossed, holding a blinking sign that read, 'WHOA!'
Hahahahahaha.
Lisa (Aunt) - Yeah, I mean, men go in there. That's nasty enough.
Me - Haha, I know. Men are so nasty.
Mom - You'd think after touching themselves, they'd want to wash their hands?
Me - They do use it for everything.
Mom - *chuckles*
Lisa - *chuckles*
Me - It's like that's how they mark their manhood - their scent.
Mom - 'What's that smell? It smells like ass.'
*Dad and Randy were in the room for that conversation, haha*
I was searching for a song about five to ten minutes ago to listen to while I make this entry. As I was scrolling around, I noticed how much music I have, after I had deleted about 50 gigs in the past year.
Click Screenshot for Bigger Picture
I need to delete, but I can't decide which one(s). I'm a pack-rat with virtual files. It's horrible. I keep asking myself, 'I may want to listen to that laterrrrr.'
Much love, folks.
ps - Today, I saw a truck (who cut me off) which had on its back 'Silly boys, trucks are for girls.' AND, on its tailpipe, the woman had a little horse, legs crossed, holding a blinking sign that read, 'WHOA!'
Hahahahahaha.
Monday, June 8, 2009
♪: pink - sober
Haha, the song fits today's subject:
If you are to follow this link you will read a very confusing story about what happened last night. Nothing horrible (well, it could have gone horrible in a split second, but ehhh), just, you know.
After breaking our sobriety, we talked to Stacy and Jay and decided we all wanted to go to this 'haunted house' in Oakland. We go, park beside a bus in a church parking lot and head out. The 'haunted house' was a very large, scary looking thing from the outside. If you wanted a traditional 'haunted house' material, this was it. Inside was trashed. Everything from the owners was left behind. EVERYTHING. Journals, datebooks, postcards, Christmas cards, sheets, clothes, pictures, books, bank statements, whiskey bottles (haha) and halloween costumes. Cricket found an old pair of Chinese slippers she loves ('old man shoes'), Stacy found an old Whiskey bottle (her and Cricket collect), and Jay found, after Cricket did, an old National Geographic from 1938 (Had an advertisement for coke on the back, haha).
I kept having a bad feeling and I whined to leave. My bad feelings are usually right, you know. They light up, I take a few hits, Cricket does and Jay does (since it was his). Stacy can't, she's prego. AND FINALLY WE LEAVE. We're walking back to our car when this cop is crawling beside us, giving us the one-over. I'm not worried a bit. I did, however, keep telling myself 'Don't look at the car as he's passing, don't look at the car as he's passing...'
So, as he's passing, I'm looking at his car, and everyone speeds up a notch. He turns the corner and we're walking as fast as we can without us looking 'suspicious' and finally, when we're halfway through the parking lot, I see the headlights coming back.
We all get in the car, doing the routinely thing to do (buckling, adjusting mirrors, rolling down windows). Cricket asks two or three times, 'Do I pull out or wait for him?'
The man who has been in jail for five years and is on probation probably rolled his eyes and sighed, haha. That's what I pictured in my head.
The cop comes out of the car, intensity in the car, I'm smiling stupidly. And as he comes into view, I notice he's a short, tan, buff Asian man who is very goodlooking. I see Cricket doing her smile, Jay trying to not look obvious and the officer leans in the car.
I noticed he wasn't wearing his uniform :( I loveeee uniforms on men, don't ask me why, ahhh. He just had his vest and a white t-shirt on.
"We got a call about some suspicious parking and people. Any idea?"
"Nope, not at all," we all answered together.
"There have been some suspicious break ins lately."
"Oh, yeah, I heard about that..." I said, thinking back to when the ADT guy came to my house and told me about it to sell his junk, haaaaa.
"You all aren't headed out of town are you?"
"Nope, she lives in Smiths Grove," Cricket said, pointing to me.
"Yeah, I live on 68/80." I pointed to the cop, but meant to point where 68/80 should be.
"I live on Louisville Rd." Jay spoke up.
The Adorable Cop continued, "Okay, then, have a safe night."
We leave and, haha, as we're all driving out, the cop follows us to the end of Oakland. As soon as he's not tailing us, the tension left the car a bit. I look at Cricket and notice how un-sober she is and how hard she's trying to drive. I click my teeth then turn to the two in the back and say cheerfully, "What a buzzkill, right?" Two seconds later, Stacy laughed, haha.
I talked about my sister, then said, "No, she's the same way with men as I am."
Stacy said, "What, a lesbian?"
"Haha, noooo. She's not."
Cricket smiled at me and said, "She just called you a lesbian."
"Heyyy! I didn't catch that, hahahaha."
That's about it for that story. We had more, but yeah.
OH! Cricket picked a 4-leaf Clover and gave it to me:
(i'm holding it and Cricket's doing the peace sign)
YOU STILL HAVE IT IN THE PURPLE TUBE, I WANT IT BACKKKK.
If you are to follow this link you will read a very confusing story about what happened last night. Nothing horrible (well, it could have gone horrible in a split second, but ehhh), just, you know.
After breaking our sobriety, we talked to Stacy and Jay and decided we all wanted to go to this 'haunted house' in Oakland. We go, park beside a bus in a church parking lot and head out. The 'haunted house' was a very large, scary looking thing from the outside. If you wanted a traditional 'haunted house' material, this was it. Inside was trashed. Everything from the owners was left behind. EVERYTHING. Journals, datebooks, postcards, Christmas cards, sheets, clothes, pictures, books, bank statements, whiskey bottles (haha) and halloween costumes. Cricket found an old pair of Chinese slippers she loves ('old man shoes'), Stacy found an old Whiskey bottle (her and Cricket collect), and Jay found, after Cricket did, an old National Geographic from 1938 (Had an advertisement for coke on the back, haha).
I kept having a bad feeling and I whined to leave. My bad feelings are usually right, you know. They light up, I take a few hits, Cricket does and Jay does (since it was his). Stacy can't, she's prego. AND FINALLY WE LEAVE. We're walking back to our car when this cop is crawling beside us, giving us the one-over. I'm not worried a bit. I did, however, keep telling myself 'Don't look at the car as he's passing, don't look at the car as he's passing...'
So, as he's passing, I'm looking at his car, and everyone speeds up a notch. He turns the corner and we're walking as fast as we can without us looking 'suspicious' and finally, when we're halfway through the parking lot, I see the headlights coming back.
We all get in the car, doing the routinely thing to do (buckling, adjusting mirrors, rolling down windows). Cricket asks two or three times, 'Do I pull out or wait for him?'
The man who has been in jail for five years and is on probation probably rolled his eyes and sighed, haha. That's what I pictured in my head.
The cop comes out of the car, intensity in the car, I'm smiling stupidly. And as he comes into view, I notice he's a short, tan, buff Asian man who is very goodlooking. I see Cricket doing her smile, Jay trying to not look obvious and the officer leans in the car.
I noticed he wasn't wearing his uniform :( I loveeee uniforms on men, don't ask me why, ahhh. He just had his vest and a white t-shirt on.
"We got a call about some suspicious parking and people. Any idea?"
"Nope, not at all," we all answered together.
"There have been some suspicious break ins lately."
"Oh, yeah, I heard about that..." I said, thinking back to when the ADT guy came to my house and told me about it to sell his junk, haaaaa.
"You all aren't headed out of town are you?"
"Nope, she lives in Smiths Grove," Cricket said, pointing to me.
"Yeah, I live on 68/80." I pointed to the cop, but meant to point where 68/80 should be.
"I live on Louisville Rd." Jay spoke up.
The Adorable Cop continued, "Okay, then, have a safe night."
We leave and, haha, as we're all driving out, the cop follows us to the end of Oakland. As soon as he's not tailing us, the tension left the car a bit. I look at Cricket and notice how un-sober she is and how hard she's trying to drive. I click my teeth then turn to the two in the back and say cheerfully, "What a buzzkill, right?" Two seconds later, Stacy laughed, haha.
I talked about my sister, then said, "No, she's the same way with men as I am."
Stacy said, "What, a lesbian?"
"Haha, noooo. She's not."
Cricket smiled at me and said, "She just called you a lesbian."
"Heyyy! I didn't catch that, hahahaha."
That's about it for that story. We had more, but yeah.
OH! Cricket picked a 4-leaf Clover and gave it to me:
(i'm holding it and Cricket's doing the peace sign)
YOU STILL HAVE IT IN THE PURPLE TUBE, I WANT IT BACKKKK.
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