Listening: EPL Soccer on TV

I'm charging my camera battery right now, then dumping the contents of my 8GB card onto whichever computer will take it, because my 250GB external hard drive decided to play hide and seek...and it's still not being recognized by my (or any) computer. Everyone tells me it shouldn't be dead, and I hope it's not--but it's kind of sad that it's barely lasted I don't know how many months. Come on, Iomega!

My baby's back

Joe called me late this morning and told me that they may have had our kitty at the pound. I was already on my way when he called again, and I was scared that it would be to tell me that it wasn't her, but it was! I was happy beyond belief and I rushed home to get her carrier.

It took nearly an hour, but she's home now and getting used to things again. I'm so glad she's back. I was so worried that I'd never see her again. I'm so happy now!

This'll make - h - happy

I'm back. I prefer posting to my tumblog because it's just blurbs, but I guess I should go back to writing in sentences every once in a while.

I got a promotion at work and I'm shooting for the school newspaper now. My friend Said is the Managing Editor and he got me press passes to Blue Man Group a few weeks ago. It was my life dream to get a press pass and everyone keeps making fun of me because I set the bar so low. I'm so happy that my life dream was achieved so soon, though! I had a great time, and I was introduced to the mind-blowing talents of Mike Relm, with whom I am still obsessed. I listen to his stuff on repeat nearly everyday.

Other than that, Joe left the back door open while he was moving the TV in the house and Vada got out. She's been missing for almost 2 weeks now. It's really sad and I'm refusing to move on.

I went to "Purely Dance" today and the last half creeped me out. I'm usually accustomed to weird stuff, but man. It wasn't bad, though. I just wish some of the dancers would learn to land on the balls of their feet so they don't make loud thudding sounds when they touch the floor.

I like...

• dust specks on photos and in videos
• looking at other people's photos on flickr
• e-mail from humans
• getting things done
• cheap flavored coffee for $1 from the machine at school
• lunch with my co-workers
• perfect skin tone in photos
• wide screen monitors
• the travel channel
• doing things without plans
• watching videos on vimeo
• threaded messages on facebook
• receiving comments and messages on facebook and myspace
• exclamation marks!
• panda bears hugging (each other or humans)
• the fresh feeling after showers
• the way everyone smells after a shower
• wind > air conditioning in the car
• walking around with music in my ears
• 10 minute breaks during class
• summer
• barbecues
  
• soccer games
• sunny days that make me squint
• tank tops
• pedal pushers
• bike rides
• anything homemade
• finding the perfect gift for my friends
• watermelon
• quiet nights
• routines
• not caring
  

Seriously, who doesn't procrastinate?

I'm actually studying for my International Relations final and preparing to complete a very overdue paper for the same class, all at once! Do I break even if I'm doing one thing ahead of time while the other is quite late? I can believe whatever I want, right?

Every day at work, I listen to "artists similar to Death Cab for Cutie" on my Last.fm radio. I don't know if it's the way people tag certain artists/songs, but there is some crazy stuff that plays and isn't very similar to Death Cab. Anyway, I don't mind it because it never disappoints. I discover new (to me, at least) artists all the time, like Feist. My interest really peaked one morning when I woke up to the "1234" video on MTV. I was quite drowsy waking up to this, but I loved it. I though to myself, "What is this? I've heard it before somewhere but I can't quite put my finger on it. Is it Cat Power? No, a little too upbeat. Is it Regina Spektor? No, it's not abstract enough. It was Feist, which I say is the perfect mix of Cat Power and Regina Spektor. I have been listening to her/them since and it puts a smile on my face even on the most grumpy of mornings at work. Gotta love it.

So yeah, I'm listening to Feist while reading and preparing for my paper. The animals have all found their comfy places around me and we're ready to finish this.

Naps

I was browsing through the TV guide last night and I stopped on Jay Leno. Bill Cosby was on and he started talking about how much his wife doesn't like it when he takes naps on the sofa. We have this same issue at our house! Mr. Cosby said that his wife just walks back and forth, huffing and puffing because she's so upset that he's napping. Then, she gets the "little people," as he called it, to try to wake him up.

That leads to the reason for this post. I'm bored out of my mind because Joe is napping and has been napping for what seems like ages and I just want to do something already. Argh.

Sad, because my childhood's gone

My parents bought our first house sometime in the mid-'90s and I absolutely adored it. Every little bit of it was fascinating to me: the old '70s carpet and decor, the little quirks left from the engineer who used to live there, finding really old things everywhere. My parents didn't like the old, yellow and brown curtains that hung across the entire living room and on every window elsewhere, so they replaced them with these ridiculous vertical blinds. They tore up the carpet, which was green and dirty, but oh-so-'70s that I couldn't bare to let them go. I liked the hardwood floors underneath, though. They painted the walls a semi-gloss white and the whole house seemed to lose its personality. The one thing they did keep, until we moved, was a large avocado green trash can in the basement. I liked that it was still there and I wish I would've begged to keep it until now.

We moved out of that house the winter of my freshman year of college and I was really sad to be leaving. Sure, the new house was twice as big and there was a pond in the back, but I really did like the old house. Since then, the neighborhood has gotten terrible. My parents couldn't sell the house, so they hired some people to put it up for rent to help pay for the mortgage. About a week ago, they were notified that the latest tenants had just moved out, so they went to check on the status of the house. The neighbor moved and took his entire fence with him, so there is a big gap and a three-sided fence in our backyard. Moreover, the climbing purple blooms on the side of the garage were gone. They left so much junk and trash behind: mattresses, tables, bird cages, you name it. They didn't take care of the house. The carpet was stained black, which I'm sure killed the neat freak in my Mom. I'd spilled a spot of red paint on it when it was first installed and I surely thought she would kill me for that. The basement smelled rotten and the washer and dryer down there have stopped working. Seeing all of these things one by one just killed me more and more inside. I thought I would break down and cry, but I somehow kept my composure. Now, they're changing some things and updating others to try to sell it. I think I can let go now, because it looks nothing like before and I don't really feel associated to it anymore. Sigh...