Monday, December 29, 2008

Precious

Ninny is my 4 year old cat. Previous to her I was NOT a cat fan whatsoever. When my mom told me we were getting a cat I reluctantly accepted the fact and helped decide what kind of cat it should be and what it should be named. Mom, Aj, Cj and I decided that this cat should be orange and named "pumpkin". You can imagine my disappointment when Mom came home with a small black kitten. It wasn't long before I was head over heels for this small, fury animal. She quickly became adored by everyone in the household. We named her Pumpkin, which slowly became "punkin" because it was more cute, and easier to say. Unfortunately, that same cat no longer goes by that name. My mother and I often talk in a baby voice to each other and after calling the cat "kitty kitty" the phrase developed into "Ninny Ninny"- long story short my, now, 4 year old, black cat is named Ninny. After all of this rambling I will provide some pictures.

I recently moved Ninny to HE's house after my mother moved. HE is taking her in and housing her for me, as my current roommate is allergic to kitty cats. In order to transport her to HE's house I placed Ninny in a cat carrier. She's never been in one before and FREAKED out when I put her inside. During the 20 minute drive to her new residence Ninny clawed so ferociously at the metal grate that she started to bleed. Turns out she completely tore apart her nails and nail beds. HE and I spent three hours in the vet @ 12am to fix Ninny's predicament, and $200 later she was nearly cured. After thrashing around in her carrier for 20 minutes Ninny was exhaused... here are some pictures of her pooped out at the emergency vet. 


Because she was such a good kitty we bought her a new collar and kitty bed, courtesy of my mom! Here is Ninny adapting to her new home =) :




Life on Mars

It's odd to see a house you've lived in for four years filled with so many memories and then emptied. I don't like walking around my, now, empty house. Mom left on the 27th and now I reside in a city without her- who I have lived with for 17 years. It's not so much that I haven't ever been away from my mom, because I have. I have spent summers with my dad, weekends at my friends' etc. It's not that I don't know how to carry on without her in the next room over. It's more of the concept that she's physically not here anymore. She has taken up residence a good 8 hours away and though I can reach her 1 hour by plane ride, it's not the same as driving 20 minutes uptown. "It's as if you'd gone away to college" she said, but it isn't really that at all. Part of the sadness I feel is for the house we no longer inhabit. For the four walls and ceiling I had come to love so very much. More than anything it's the fact that I can't go back to the place I call home. Sure, I will come to find a new home, but I've never been a fan of change. During my childhood I moved upwards of 8 times, just because my stepfather found it necessary to buy a brand new home every couple of years. Yeah, it was traumatic- but I've yet to come across someone who hasn't had a traumatic childhood in some sense. Anyway, I just HATE moving and thus, I abhor the fact that my mommy has moved away. 

It's a little surreal, a little like life on Mars. 

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

18

I'm 18 today. I've been waiting for this day for a very long time. 

Lunch with HE, getting my nails done, then dinner with Mom, Aj, Cj, RJ and CC. =D. 

Today will be a great day. 

Happy Birthday to me. 

Friday, December 19, 2008

55 minutes...almost.

My last final. 
I feel like (insert bad word here). 
I received NO visit from the Sandman last night.
I'm worried.
My mind is not focusing.
Yesterday was not a good day to receive bad news.

BUT: On the brighter, much brighter, side... I get to have a movie night with Dg5 and Wg3 tonight. Do you know how excited I am!?!?!?

Thursday, December 18, 2008

I have something to blog about.

In my life, I have been fortunate enough to never have had any serious illnesses or plights that caused me to take up residency in a hospital. I have never required special medical attention, nor any medical procedures (thank goodness). (side note: My mother is a nurse and I have an incredible fear of hospitals, go figure.) I have an immense (probably irrational) fear of hospitals and of anesthesia, a terrible fear.  So you can imagine the exact reason I was brought immediately to tears this morning when some DOCTOR guy told me I HAD to have surgery. My mother was quickly irritated with my childish behavior in refusing the procedure. "You can't REFUSE a surgery you NEED to have" she says. *sigh*. So I sit and listen to how disgusting this process is going to be. So all the way home I'm shaking uncontrollably, like a five year old, and on the verge of throwing up my breakfast. This must be the biggest thing to happen to me in... well, a long time- hence its being in my blog. The cause of my surgery shall remain unsaid, as it is rather unimportant to this post. The point is, I AM FREAKING OUT. I watch far too much Grey's Anatomy to be put under anesthesia and cut open. Don't fool yourselves surgeons... I know EXACTLY what goes on in those ORs........

Sunday, December 14, 2008

In your name I find meaning

Doesn't want to blog anymore,. 

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Convergence

2008 is coming to an end. I hate to think about it, really. I feel like I'm not finished with 2008 quite yet, it's not time for it to go. I guess I'd better buck up and say my goodbyes in the next 20 days or so. 

RJ is coming into town this Friday. I haven't been so ecstatic since... since I got my Macbook. I am driving up to Phoenix Saturday to pick her up and bring her home :D. 

Got some disconcerting news from the doctor today. I have to go back in for more testing. I hate testing OK? I HATE IT. The word "doctor" makes me weak in the knees. This appointment is one I will dread, irrationally, until it's completely over. 

Mom is moving away in less than two weeks. HE is buying a house & HE will possibly be providing housing for my cat (fingers crossed), because I've got to take her when my mom moves away- and my roommate is allergic. Go figure. 

I've been sick as a dog lately. Some cold flu crap. I slept 15 hours last night. I haven't slept for that long in.... forever?

Last day of classes tomorrow!

Also: I am on a Jewel binge (the artist, not shiny stones... although I wish that were the case). I can't stop listening to her brilliance. I do believe it was my Dad who turned me onto her so many years ago. Thanks, Pop. 

Friday, December 5, 2008

Boredom.

I took a Twitter.com survey asking people to list random facts about themselves-- some pretty cool folks on Twitter. It made me think of these stupid surveys: 

Would you rather....?
1. Pierce your nose or tongue? Nose
2. Be serious or be funny? Funny
3. Drink whole or skim milk? Skim
4. Die in a fire or drown? Drown
5. Spend time with your parents or enemies? Parents
6. Flowers or candy? Flowers
7. Gray or black? Black
8. Color or Black and white photos? Black & White
9. Lust or love? Love
10. Sunrise or sunset? Sunrise
11. M&Ms or Skittles? M&Ms
12. Staying up late or waking up early? Staying up late
13. Sun or moon? Moon
14. Winter or Fall? Winter
15. Left or right? LEFT
16. 10 acquaintances or having two best friends? Two best friends
17. Sun or rain? RAIN
18. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream? Chocolate Ice Cream
19. Vodka or Jack? BELGHH. Neither. 

Random...
1. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? Twirl
2. Have you ever eaten Spam? No!
3. Favorite ice cream: Cake Batter from Cold Stone Creamery
4. How many kinds cereal are in your cabinet? 7
5. What's your favorite beverage? Top 3: Sprite, Cinnamon Dolce Latte and Black Tea Lemonade
7. Do you cook? I've attempted it, yes. 

Who is the last person who...
1. Slept in your bed besides you? RandiJo
2. Saw you cry: My mom
3. Went to the movies with you? Taylor
4. You went to the mall with? Myself? 
5. You went to dinner with? Daddy
6. You talked on the phone? RandiJo
7. Said 'I love you' to you and really meant it? My mom

Monday, December 1, 2008

Reflection

Eng 103H prof. is requiring of me an assignment entitled "Reflection". It is supposed to be a reflection on all of the writings we've done in our lives and how they've contributed to the writer we are today. It can be in almost any format not excluding videos, songs, dance performances etc. She said it should reflect you. Well, I think I'm going to do mine in the style of a blog.


On another note: My fingers are so cold I can barely type this. Crap. DECEMBER.

Diction

Word choice. Diction. Whatever.

So I write this 10 page review on a biography of Queen Caroline for my Euro. in Western Civilization class. I turn it in online, yadda yadda. Professor S emails me yesterday to tell me he can't open it. Figures. I resend it in a more compatible format. He replies to my email and says,

"Nope, it is still garbage. Bring it on a disk to class tomorrow and I will load it onto my computer."

Why did he have to use the word garbage? It's so... rude. Yes, rude.

Furthermore... this having nothing to do with his word choice: I hope he realizes that it won't make a difference whether it's an email attachment or on a disk... if it's in the wrong format he's not going to be able to open it either way. Duh.

ugh.