DP Quiz…

[ ] You have/had a pet rabbit
[ ] You love to play cards
[ ] You constantly know the time
[ ] You get in sticky situations
[ ] You have been to a court
[ ] You have fallen asleep while doing homework
[ ] You have had a tea party
[x] You like hats (I rarely wear them, though.)
[ ] You’re late
[ ] You know how to play croquet
Total: 1

Jasmine
[ ] Your dad is rich
[ ] You are very clever
[ ] You’ve been with someone way different from you
[x] You’re unique and different from everyone else (That is quite general, but I am a different fish pretty much.)
[x] You’d never marry someone just because they were rich
[ ] You have set a lot of goals for yourself
[x] You don’t have a lot of (good) friends (Good friends are the rarest thing in the world I’ve come to find.)
[ ] You’re independent
[ ] You are wealthy
[ ] Your parents try to control your life
Total: 3

Megara
[ ] Your boyfriend is strong
[ ] You have gotten involved with the wrong people before
[ ] You are very convincing
[x] You have fallen in love before (Love is annoying…)
[x] You have had your heartbroken (It doesn’t help that I am bad with handling my emotions…)
[x] You find an interest in Greek mythology
[ ] You lie sometimes (I’m told I lack the ability to lie. I’ll take their word for it.)
[ ] You pretend to be someone you’re not
[x] You have been used (As said, good friends are hard to find…)
[ ] Purple is one of your favorite colors
Total: 4

Ariel
[ ] Your parents expect a lot from you
[x] You really try to follow the rules, but it’s hard for you (Rules of life, basically… Damn you majority rule and normalcy!)
[ ] You’re a bit of a trouble maker
[x] You’re the youngest in your family
[ ] You have a lot of sisters
[x] You collect something (My bedroom is my grotto… I’ve actually called it that once…)
[ ] You have/had long hair
[ ] You are adventurous
[x] You’re extremely curious (I mainly research and observe, though.)
[ ] You believe everything people tell you/you’re a bit gullible
Total: 4

Aurora
[ ] You live/have lived with someone other than your parents
[ ] You almost died at a very young age
[ ] You are gentle, loving, and/or thoughtful
[x] You have a decent singing voice
[x] You like to sleep in late on the weekends
[ ] You spend most of your time outside
[x] You’re adopted (And i am grateful as heck to have been.)
[ ] You’re very romantic
[ ] Pink is one of your favorite colors
Total: 3

Cinderella
[ ] One of your parents is dead
[ ] You are expected to do a lot of chores
[ ] You love to dress up
[x] You love animals (Cats particularly.)
[x] You are waiting patiently for your Prince Charming (More like a combination of a jester and wizard…)
[ ] Your mom is really strict
[x] You have sisters who seem kind of jealous of you (Sister… mainly in the past. I was envious of her too, though.)
[x] You’re afraid to speak your mind sometimes (That and I have a lead tongue during times of conflict.)
[ ] You have left your shoes at a friend’s house before
[ ] You have blond hair
Total: 4

Snow White
[ ] You know that you’re beautiful
[ ] Sometimes it seems like your mom is jealous of you
[ ] You’ve almost been killed
[ ] You have at least seven good friends
[ ] You’ve had food poisoning (Had an extreme allergic reaction to some pasta dish once…)
[x] You have/had short hair
[ ] You get along with almost everyone (That will be the day…)
[ ] All of your friends are different
[x] You love to have a good time (My view of a good time is very different from the norm, I’m sure.)
[ ] You’re happier when you’re out of the house than in
Total: 2

Tinkerbell
[ ] You get jealous easily
[ ] You loved your childhood (I don’t really remember most of it… things I do… terrible.)
[ ] You like to fly (I’ve never flown in any sense…)
[x] You believe in magic (In my own strange logic, yes.)
[x] You’re 5’2 or under (Actually it seems to waver… hard to get the measurement done right…)
[ ] You hate pirates
[x] You love sparkle (I like to look at sparkly things… that counts, right?)
[ ] People underestimate you (I know very few people… so… no idea really.)
[ ] You get angry easily
[ ] You have/had a treehouse
Total: 3

Pocahontas
[x] You love to walk around and explore big cities (I need a companion with me, though.)
[x] You are more spiritual than religious
[ ] You’ve been in an interracial relationship
[ ] One of your family members is dead
[x] Your parents are very protective of you
[ ] Someone you know has been in war
[ ] You love nature
[x] You have/had black hair
[x] You would love to move somewhere exotic and beautiful
[ ] You’re very adventurous
Total: 5

Mulan
[x] You can be a tomboy sometimes
[ ] People wish you could be a bit more girly
[ ] You’ve pretended to be someone you’re not (More like I was convinced I was/could be something I’m not: emotionally strong, independent and stable.)
[ ] You’ve had a physical fight with someone (The offender never fought back… I think those I hit were afraid of hurting me. I am small.)
[ ] You have/had considered running away from home
[ ] Your parents try to plan your life out
[x] A lot of your friends are boys
[ ] You sometimes find yourself in bad situations
[x] You love your family so much that you’d do anything to protect them
Total: 3

The Busy Season…

Somewhere in July we got a ten minute rain shower in the middle of the night I of course had to get up to look. Yes, we‘ve been in drought for maybe ten months now if I heard correctly… maybe longer? Anyway… we don‘t get rain. It was mainly little, pathetic sprinkles… pin-head sized. It became an actually shower eventually and as said… it was like that for ten minutes and then let up again. Likely didn’t even make a .01% dent, but we were happy just to see it.
I saw Mrs. Wynne on the twenty-ninth of July. It was going to be rescheduled but someone canceled so we were able to be her last session of the day. Hearing about my hill walking expeditions with my mom and the recent once-a-week yoga classes must have pleased her because she didn’t get onto me about getting out and socializing more. She also heard about my brother’s wedding and is interested to hear about how I will end up handling it come our next session, which will occur a month or two later. Peh.
Well, the day after – a Saturday -  it rained while Mom and I were on our walk. Yay for Don. It wasn’t an incredibly long rain, but it was rain. The morning was mainly wet, but no rain or sprinkling… just like a heavy fog. On occasion there would be droplets and admittedly Mom and I sweated like mad due to the moisture in the air… but nothing.
It was when we were three-fifths into our hill walking did a light sprinkle begin. By the four-fifth a light rain came. Halfway down that 1one-firth left to go rain actually fell. I was whooping, waving my hands around and exclaiming things like, “Awesome!” Yes… rain is a dear rarity here.
It continued to shower as we made it home and after I rinsed off inside. Sadly, it didn’t really get to settle in because the sky didn’t stay overcast after it stopped. Pretty soon the clouds dispersed and the sun was out. Boo.
In other things…Yoga is going well. I haven’t had any more muscle problems lately and that one knot that wouldn’t go away… I think it might actually be scar tissue from an injury I had back when I was… maybe in sixth grade? I also found a pose I rather like. While I always did well with the “tree” pose, we learned what is apparently a very hard pose called the “pigeon” pose. It did wonders on my legs. I didn’t even know it was an extreme pose until I was told. Heh. I guess I am naturally flexible.
Recent news… Well, my sister has been trying out applications recently because her job “can’t  afford” her – she does a lot of overtime. Well, after a while of talking and dealing with a three-hour interview – Three hours! She got a job in Virginia. She actually got the results just yesterday – Friday. Back on Wednesday my dad and a friend of his helped her move out of her apartment. Thursday or yesterday she went on a four day vacation in Colorado.  In any case, good luck to her. With how the economy is, she has gotten a really bad hand. Hopefully things will look up and she’ll get into a position that she deserves.
In other recent family news, my brother and his fiancée are worried about the wedding considering their financials – he has only so much on his income and his girlfriend doesn’t have a job because as everyone knows teaching is taking the economy harshly. My brother is trying to sell his junkard of a car. He hoped to sell it for a thousand, but at best he’s looking at five hundred. Yeah, they are throwing a “small” wedding and all, but they cannot even pay rent to my parents. I learned yesterday they haven’t paid for three months.
As said, I think most people should elope or simply go to the courthouse, sign the papers and then head off for memorable honeymoon. My brother is a traditionalist and wants it to be special, romantic and such. Nice thought, but really… you so do not have the money. Heck, I’m not sure my family even has the money for the rehearsal dinner, the clothes, the fees for staying three nights in a hotel, kenneling the dogs and so forth… Meh.
Whatever…
More stuff to do with money will be coming up as well. My Dad’s birthday will come up in this month, so my mom bought him the gift while I bought the cards – no I didn’t pick them out for the others… so, money went into that. Also, in all irony… he bought himself a birthday gift. It was a new computer since the one he’s been using is around seven years old.
He ordered it a while ago and he had me stay up during the day to listen for the delivery man since the item needed a signature – I wake up late and stay up late so doing opposite is troublesome. Well, it didn’t come that day. In fact, it hadn’t even shipped from what he found. Well, I had two keep on alert two others days after that. We got his monitor one day. I had stayed up all morning and afternoon. Guess what? It didn’t need my signature. The second time? It didn’t need my signature either. So yeah… I was pretty sleep deprived for a while. Well, he’s had it for a couple of days now and has been working on transferring all his files and whatnot.
Anyway at the end of the month my mom is having us take an extra class regarding Chakra, which has some yoga in it. Those classes require money.
After that we go for haircuts in the beginning of September, so more money needs to be put aside for that. My eldest brother – the one getting married – has a birthday after that. Then by the end of the month there is the dental appointments. I’m thinking it is somewhere in this month my cat also has his yearly physical and shots… so I’ll need to keep my eye on money for that too.
If anything happens in October, I do not know, but it wouldn’t surprise me if we start shopping for things to wear for the wedding around that time.
November… wedding. Oh joy. We’ll need money for various things listed earlier to consider. I’ll definitely need my pills.
Then guess what! Thanksgiving, my birthday with a possible doctor‘s appointment on that day, my other brother’s birthday and Christmas!
Sigh.
Well… I guess I’ll not what happened today. It is lighter. I got up around nine thirty. It surprised me since we usually lave at nine thirty by latest. So I got up, got a cereal bowl and ate quickly as my mom changed from pajamas to workout clothes. I finished eating, pulled on my shoes and hat and then entered the kitchen. I rinsed out the dishes and saw my mom was finally getting to her chair to get on her socks and shoes, so I handled the dishwasher some.
We headed out eventually. My mom’s youngest dog was troublesome today so I walked ahead. We got home, wiped away the sweat and replenished our water supplies. Then we headed out again with my mom’s older dog for the hill walking.
Well, when we make it through the first fifth of the walk we stop to give my mom’s dog some water. I noted a dog had been in “Killian’s Spot” and left the proof in a small pile. Thing is, a dung beetle had found said pile too. I joked it just goes to show “One person‘s shit is another person‘s treasure”. We laughed and cheered the bugger on since its load was like King Sisyphus and his boulder of punishment.
Continuing our walk we stopped again at another point where my mother and I need a water break. There we encountered three dung beetles. Now this was truly King Sisyphus and his boulder. All three of them had the same size amount of dung and were trying to push their loot up a drain curb – in other words straight up a tall wall for them. It was pitiful.
Up, fall, up, fall…
I muttered to my mom if I had a sturdy leaf or such, I’d help them out. With this weather, the leaves are puny, though. She apparently felt the pity for them as well because she scrounged around her pack and found a paper towel she had used on a previous walk to wipe off sweat. Using that she helped all three get over the curb.
Just as she finished though, the owner of the property we were in front of came out. She wasn’t angry, just curious. It is known that people around here will pick things from other people’s yards. Those things being fallen seeds, pods or such. My mom did this a couple of times… one, picking up a stray cactus leaf and using it to plant in our yard and a pod from some tree elsewhere… Well, this lady doubted she had anything a person could use so she investigated. We told her in amusement what was going on. She laughed too. As we headed on our way Mom and I joked over it. Very silly, indeed.
Well, we continued on, finished our walk and got back home. I took a shower, cleaned out my cat’s drinking bowl and then headed out with my dad to grocery shop. We got that handled, grabbed lunch and then got home. Putting up the groceries we then took out the lunches we bought and headed to our places where we usually eat.
Once done, I cleaned the dishes and dealt with the laundry a bit. I put a few things to order in my room and then surfed the internet. Now I am here relaying all this useless to silly to semi-important stuff down. Whoo.

I’m Afraid of _ Out of 72 Common Fears…

Well, my mom went back to work on Tuesday. Tuesday and Wednesday were mainly days she sat since she had classes/meetings/conferences/? in town. Thursday she car pooled with someone to her usual workplace and seemed to do fine.
Dad is his usual self as far as I know and I know little about my e-brother and sister. My second brother however has an extreme likelihood of getting his old job back at the newspaper here. It isn’t certain, but his chances are like 99%. If he does get his job back, I hope he knows how lucky he is. Such a thing doesn’t happen often in life I am sure. If he does get it, hopefully that will mean he won’t be leeching as much to not at all.
I got another email from my friend and while her life seems just as disheartening (and then some) as usual, it is good to “hear” from her. I just wish I could make her and her sister’s life better. The best I can do is be there if either needs to send an email to vent.

I Fear…

[ ] the dark (I’m more afraid of what is in it.)
[ ] staying single forever (I like being single.)
[x] being a parent (It is more for the sake of both the child and me.)
[x] giving birth (I am in awe of my mom.)
[ ] being myself in front of others (I don’t know how to not be myself.)
[ ] open spaces (Huh?)
[ ] closed spaces (Okay.)
[ ] heights (Not the height, just the fall.)
[ ] dogs (They annoy me rather than scare.)
[ ] birds (I am fond of them.)
[ ] fish (I won’t eat them if that is what you mean.)
[ ] spiders (I usually kill them whether they are poisonous or not since I really can’t tell.)
[ ] flowers or other plants (Nah.)

Total so far: 2

[ ] being touched (Not really. i just don’t like it from most. Also, I prefer a warning.)
[ ] fire (I fear the possible burn, but not the fire…)
[ ] deep water (Water is fine, shark and other such things… no.)
[ ] snakes (I don’t mind them, but if it is poisonous or will choke me… no thank you.)
[ ] silk (Nah.)
[ ] the ocean (It is more the case of what is in the ocean… you know, trash, people and sea life’s bodily waste, etc…)
[x] failure (Failing my parents, likely.)
[ ] success (I don’t really care about goals or aspirations.)
[ ] thunder/lightning (I wouldn’t want to be electrocuted though.)
[ ] frogs/toads (I won’t touch them, but they are fine.)
[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad (Don’t want one.)
[ ] boyfriends/girlfriends mom (No significant other for me.)
[ ] rats (That is my mom’s fear…)
[ ] jumping from high places (If it is out of my own will, no. If someone is holding me at gun point over a steep cliff, yes.)
[ ] snow (Nah.)

Total so far: 3

[ ] rain (Love it unless it floods.)
[ ] wind (Love it unless it is at dangerous speeds.)
[ ] crossing hanging bridges (Huh?)
[ ] death (Not really. It is the dying part that I wonder about – you know, how one is going to die. I don’t want a painful death.)
[ ] heaven (The whole thing with flying in the clouds… isn’t it freaking cold up there?)
[ ] being robbed (I’d hate losing my stuff, but as long as they don’t hurt me or my family…)
[x] falling (Sort of… falls can often lead to pain.)
[ ] clowns (I’ve never really met one, but at most I’d probably be annoyed if he/she is loud or bothering me.)
[ ] dolls (My sister collected them.)
[ ] large crowds of people (Not really. I just fear the stimuli since I will often get headaches from it. Possibly have a break down even…)
[ ] men (Not unless it is a rapist, murderer or some such.)
[ ] women (Not unless it is a rapist, murderer or some such.)
[x] having great responsibilities (Great responsibilities nearly killed me.)
[ ] doctors, including dentists (I’m used to them.)
[x] tornadoes (Heck yeah.)

Total so far: 6

[x] hurricanes (Heck yeah.)
[x] incurable diseases (Who wouldn’t be?)
[x] sharks (Yeah. I’d be fine simply looking at one from a boat or aquarium, but being stuck in the water with such… meh…)
[ ] Friday the 13th (My birthday occasionally falls on it. I like the number 13.)
[ ] ghosts (Unless a ghost could hurt me, no.)
[x] poverty (All logic says I should be and I’d hate it if my parents fell into such. As for myself… I figure it would just mean I’d die on the streets.)
[ ] Halloween (I rather enjoy the decorations… The trick-or-treaters annoy me though.)
[ ] school (I hate it. I fear the people in the building more than the school.)
[ ] trains (I’ve never been necessarily near one. No, though.)
[ ] odd numbers (Odd is nice.)
[ ] even numbers (Even can be nice too.)
[x] being alone (Humans require contact with others.)
[x] becoming blind (Since I have the fortune to see, I’d hate to lose it.)
[x] becoming deaf (I enjoy music too much – selfish, I know.)
[ ] growing up (Eh?)

Total so far: 13

[x] creepy noises in the night (I usually just wait it out though until I figure out what it is.)
[x] bee stings (It’d suck and I have no idea if I’m allergic… I avoid bees.)
[ ] not accomplishing my dreams/goals (I don’t really have any dreams or goals.)
[ ] needles (I’m used to them.)
[ ] blood (Use to it.)
[ ] dinosaurs (If I met one in real life, though, yeah.)
[ ] the welcome mat (Heh.)
[x] high speed (Depends on the situation, but in the over all scheme, yeah.)
[ ] throwing up (It hurts my throat, but that is all.)
[ ] falling in love (It would be burdensome, but I don’t fear it.)
[ ] super secrets (If I can’t keep it, I will say so. If it is mine, I likely won’t tell.)

Total: 16

If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling
If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.
If you get 10-20, you are normal.
If you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.
People who don’t have any are liars.

… if you wish to post this in your journal, it’s been requested that you title it I’m afraid of _ out of 72 common fears…

Tired and Stuff…

Well, after brother only spent one night here, people near Houston call up and ask if they can stay here with us over the weekend as evacuees. So… for the weekend we had a husband, wife and three dogs come to stay. My parents knew the husband back 15 years ago. My mom was not pleased. My dad became very stressed over their coming. My brother slept over at some acquaintance’s house. I slept a lot during the day and didn’t see them much. They left on Sunday.
My mom stayed home Monday to recuperate and get the usual things she’d get done on the weekend accomplished. I was still adjusting as well. Extra energies in the house seem to affect me – drain out my energy. I slept a lot of the day but tried to get my chores done when awake.
I helped my mom make up her bed and somewhere in that she mentioned about a school counselor I often saw or hid out with. He apparently once asked her if I might have been sexually assault/raped. That surprised me. I never thought he had such an inkling. I responded similar to when Shred once asked me flat out. There was a slightest of pause, what I felt was a straight face and then a flat out no.
It seems when the counselor asked that she began to question about my brothers’ friends who would come over often and even of the foster kid they took in who were even older than them. I told her I don’t remember that far back. There was mentioning of suppressed memory and I said flatly, if so I don’t want to remember them. I did more chores – I think laundry – after that.
Sometime later my mother talked to me around morning time and somehow we got to talking about my “art”… oh, right. She was talking about imaginations. How she grew up when little she was very much into her own world, being a lone child in the country side. She spoke about my imagination and I told her the same thing I told Shred about my belief in my lack of.
Well, at some point I told her I’d pull my collection out. Some point she started telling me what she saw. She said characters usually have a sad, angry expression. There is a lot of distance. Some look vacant. Even drawings of couples have a distance or reservations. Stuff. She said there was a… sexuality? …sensuality? Well, it was one of those to them. In the end I told her that she made my drawings depressing to me, which they never had been.
My moms spoke of making something out of them. Pretty much she has ideas of me showing them off and making limited edition prints. This talk has come up before. Since I lack aspirations and usually most interests, I just eye and wonder why. She speaks of financial things and such… that has never clicked with me either.
She then asked if I minded if she sought out of a person she knew who could tell us whether my art amounted to anything of such level since she wasn’t an art guru and I just never cared to know. I told her I doubted it would be sell-worthy but agreed. After that I collapsed for some hours.
Upon waking up, my mom decided to meet with the woman. She works at a frame shop. Well, she was off picking up kids from school so we waited some minutes. I was still out of it so wasn’t quite there.
Well, she arrives, my mom says we and I tell her it is all her and leave me out of it. They look, they talk, and I don’t remember much other than making dry comments here and there. The woman spoke of art classes, her 18 year old daughter who drew a lot and such. She spoke of anime as well.
Um… in the end, she said something along the lines of I had ability, my art was distinctive, something about good instinct on position to indicate movement and whatever. I asked about her daughter a bit, what she was like and such because the woman said her daughter and I were similar in our art styles I think. Her daughter was also on DA. She couldn’t remember her handle though. Oh well.
So my mom buys a print she saw, it was of a black Labrador and I mentioned if we didn’t hang it up now, maybe she should use it as a Christmas gift for dad since he is impossible to buy anything for. She apparently agreed with my idea and asked me to hide it in my room until then.
After that I vacuumed before I ended up collapsing again. My mom cleaned her bathroom and then my dad came home. The evening went on as usual after that and remarkably I managed to stay awake until around eight.
I went to bed and awoke again around 11 and managed to haul myself up again thirty minutes later. Here I am. Bleh.

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1. First thing you wash in the shower?
It varies. Sometimes hair, sometimes body.

2. What color is your favorite hoodie?
I only have one that I wear almost all the time. Grey.

3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
Be more specific.

4. Do you plan outfits?
All my clothes are the same except in different colors.

5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?
Semi tired and my throat is uncomfortable due to allergies.

Where’s number six?

7. Who was the last person you kissed?
Be more specific.

8. Person before that?
No idea really, I don’t kiss much.

10. What are you craving right now?
Diet coke.

11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?
Mom.

12. Do you make prank calls?
I never had interest in such things.

13. Ever hooked up with some one out of state?
Huh?

14. Do you sleep with any stuff animals?
I sleep with a live animal – cat.

15. Would you dance to the taco song?
Never heard it.

16. Have you ever counted to 1,000?
I don’t think so.

17. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?
I use my lips to bite? My front teeth are sensitive.

18. Do you like anyone right now?
Be more specific.

19. What do you think of crickets?
They chirp.

20. Have you ever met a celebrity?
I hope not.

21. Do you like cottage cheese?
Not really.

22. What are you listening to right now?
Music; The Rasmus – Not Like the Other Girls

25. Would you go sky diving?
Hell no.

26. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?
No.

27. Would you throw potatoes at him?
That is too juvenile for me even when I was a kid.

28. Is there anything sparkly on you?
Hell no.

30. Do you rent movies often?
Nope.

31. Who sits behind you in your math class?
I rarely remember names. However, in the math class I was in for a whole year, no one did. I was in the back.

34. Can you count backwards from 74?
No.

35. Who are you going to be with tonight??
My computer?

36. Brown or white egg?
As long as I don’t have to eat either…

38. Ever been on a train?
Doubt it.

39. Ever told someone you loved them?
Awkwardly in all accounts.

40. Do you have a cell phone?
I hate those things.

41. Are you a virgin?
And I hope to stay one.

42. Any kids?
We’d traumatize each other. Besides, I doubt I’d ever be “eligible” to adopt.

43. What is your best friend doing tomorrow?
Best friend?

44. Ever had cream puffs?
I don’t think so.

45. Ever had Breaded Shrimp?
I hate shrimp.

46. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?
Most of it.

47. What was the last question you asked?
#43.

48. What was the last CD you bought?
Likely a Fuel CD.

49. What is/was your bus number for school?
Man… that was when I was in elementary school. 41 and 29 if I’m not mistaken. The 9 could have been 19 though.

51. Is your hair curly?
No, but its thickness does cause a cowlick.

52. Last time you cried?
When my cat died this spring.

53. Ever walked into a wall?
Semi.

54. Ever walked UP a wall?
No.

55. Have you ever bought anything from PacSun?
No.

56. Favorite time of the year?
When it isn’t too hot or too cold.

57. What’s your favorite number?
7 or 13.

58. Favorite colours?
Black, Blue, Green and Silver.

59. Do you have any piercings?
Ears but one has a lot of scar tissue so no wearing any on that ear.

60. Do you have any tattoos?
With how my skin is, it would likely get infected, scab over and leave a scar.

61.Who was the last person you held hands with?
I can’t remember. I was likely a little kid.

62. Do you sleep with the TV on?
I did when younger.

63. Where was your default picture taken at?
I don’t believe I have one.

64. Why was your default picture taken?
I don’t even know what that is, punk.

65. Do you like your life right now?
Yeah. I wish my parents’ lives were better though.

66. How do you feel about ‘love’?
Family love is fine. Friendship love is fine. Other than that.. too damn complicated and stressful.

67. What is your favorite animal?
Tigers and domestic cats.

69. Do you have good vision?
Nope. Glasses almost all my life.

70. Can you hula hoop?
I don’t know if I ever have.

71. Could you ever forgive a cheater?
Depends on the reason.

72. Do you have a job?
Disabled mentally and emotionally to hold one.

74. What are you wearing?
Glasses, tank, jeans, intimates and steel ring.

75. What does your hair look like?
Dark brown/Black, short and thick.

76. Ever climbed out a window?
I don’t remember.

77. Can you handle the truth?
I usually demand it.

78. What was the most recent thing you bought?
Groceries.

79. How often do you talk on the phone?
I hate phones.

80. What’s the longest you talked to someone on the phone?
Blah.

81. Do you hate/dislike more than 3 people?
I did before pills.

83. Are you sarcastic?
Sometimes.

84. Have you ever slapped someone?
Does playfully smacking someone upside the head count?

85. Do looks matter?
In this world, usually.

86. Do you use chapstick?
I never remember to.

87. Are you too forgiving?
Depends.

88. Do you own something from Hot Topic?
No.

89. Do you own a gun?
I own some swords and a dagger.

90. Where are you located?
In front of my computer.

91. Have you ever been in a castle?
Doubt it.

92. Do you like your hair?
For the most part.

93. Do you like yourself?
I’m content.

95. question deleted.
Yay.

96. When was the last time you talked on aim?
7th grade?

97. Random statement:
Bleh.

99. What are you doing today?
I rarely have plans.

100. Tag.
Usually sticks outside my shirt.

Fuel: Something’s Missing…

I thought the title phrase the first time I listened to Angels & Devils. I know what it is. I think I always knew really. I love the songs, the melodies and the combination of Green’s voice with the instrumentals. What is the problem then? It isn’t as powerful.
After getting the CD into my system I did the “next step”. I listened to the songs from Angels & Devils mixed with all the previous songs Fuel created. What was missing was a feeling that would bloom inside me.
Scallions’s voice gave a power and energy that made me really enjoy listening to his singing. His voice was very expressive as far as I am concerned. His voice really stood out, it seemed… even slightly past the instrumentals. It made me want to sing along enthusiastically.
Green has a more trained way of singing it seems. It blends well with the instrumentals and has a sort of “smoothness” to it. Even when his voice rises to near (if not already) yelling it is smooth like a single strum that rings loud and evenly abates to silence. While I respect his singing abilities it doesn’t send a sort of energy through me.
I find myself lightly singing along at times, but it doesn’t create an internal smile blooming within me. If I sing along, close my eyes and sing it how I would… that is when the blossom unfolds. With previous Fuel albums it wasn’t like that. The feeling would come first and urge me to sing. This one though… The melody is what I follow more I think. When I listened very intently to Green’s singing, I did find expression in his voice… but it wasn’t projected enough to get to me. Perhaps it is his pitch. His voice is lower than Scallions’s voice.
Despite this, I have found I do like Angels & Devils a lot just due to the sound overall. I think the group has evolved greatly. The lyrics are a bit better and the instrumentals are great. The melodies pull me in and Green’s voice is exceptional. At times I even think this CD might be their best so far. The combination does well and if this keeps up, I will likely check out their next album release.
There is just… a slight feeling of loss though. I miss that feeling I’d get from listening to previous albums.
The only step left now is to get a good long listening on headphones. The time that will happen is when I take a long trip somewhere though. It seems listening during those times are the best for this sort of thing.

Fuel: Angels & Devils…

Fuel seems a bit like a different band. It still has the same elements I always liked about Fuel, but I’ve always found the voice to be an instrument. Scallions’s voice had been the unique instrument to Fuel for many years. Green sometimes sounds a bit like him. He is differently tuned though and thus why it really seems like a different band though it truly isn’t. A different voice is like installing a new component to a melody that was never there before while taking out a previous one. Now, this is a first true listening… but Green just doesn’t sound as passionate. He is more tuned, but his voice doesn’t seem to cry out passion like Scallions’s, which is something that gives a bit of loss for me. I’m sure Green is singing at his best and he is passionate when singing, as most are… but… it isn’t conveyed as strongly as I’d like. I need to get a good listening on headphones before this is truly decided though.
Even though it is nice that their voices both have a sort of gritty-smoothness to it, I sort of hope Green isn’t trying to do the same sort of singing as Scallions. While I love Scallions’ voice because it is a bit more unique and his style shows his energy, I still think one should not try to do the same. Hopefully Green is doing his own style of singing, but he really sounds like he is trying to sound like Scallions. Perhaps it is to play it safe and ease leery fans into accepting him. Sure, Scallions’s doesn’t have dibs on how songs are sung, but I’m hoping Green will do something that sets his voice outside others even if it is just a tad. Brett had his certain depth and ability to express… So, Green, what will be your thing?
Now, the band as a whole… another reason why I say it sounds like a different band is because it sounds more mainstream. The Fuel CD Natural Selection was going that way, in my opinion, and this one seems like such as well if not already. I guess the earlier two, Sunburn and Something Like Human got me the most due the fact that they were really beginning to develop their sound, finding what really worked. They sounded slightly more diverse and certain songs would really stand out for me. I heard songs from EPs Fuel, Porcelain, and Hazleton. Those were more experimental and had versions of songs that really had yet to be polished to become what they were in Sunburn and Something Like Human. I think so far, their middle years are the best.
These last CDs are good, but not as… distinct. I think it is due to the instrumentals. Like in Sunburn’s Jesus or a Gun, the rifts in that were great. I don’t hear that sort of stuff happen anymore. I did like the beginning of Not This Time with the heavy rifts, but they never really incorporated greatly or changed into something better. Sure there was a string solo… but it didn’t grasp me. Maybe it was because I was getting peeved with hearing Not This Time being repeated so often. Before Natural Selection came out their instrumentals were more simplistic where each instrument stood out more easily. A lot of songs from Natural Selection and Angels & Devils sort of blur the instruments together into something almost more… “lulling”. Some songs are rubbing on me some due to melody, though. I Should Have Told You, Halos of the Son and Wasted are starting to catch my attention after listening to them for a while.
Overall, the CD is okay. After getting the sound settled in, I think I just might like all the songs on it. None of them seem bad so far. It is just none of them have gotten me singing aloud with them yet – though Halos of the Son is getting there, I admit. After listening to it to the point most would go mad, I’ll find my standing – like how I do with most CDs. Who knows? I might just come to love this one.

Slightly Normal, Slightly Crummy…

Tests said I was low on sodium and my BUN level was a mark off. It made my dad worry and in turn I just became annoyed with him. I suppose I really don’t take much notice/care to my physical health.
I went in again for blood work around the end of the month. The results came back and I was fine. My mom figures it was the 18 hour fasting. Hah.
That is pretty much the main reason I never really worry though. My middle school years dealt with extensive tests by doctors. I always came back with fine results.
Sure, one day it might not be fine… but after being a lovely guinea pig for tests and always coming back with fine physical health… I think I became freakishly burnt from it all and now just came to be uncaring in that area.
It is the same with trying new medications. I did enough testing with drugs… I don’t want to try something new and improved. The symptoms and such are freaking pains.
Despite all that, I think I am the same about other possible mental illnesses. I just don’t care. I consider myself a mentally screwed individual and I am actually quite content knowing that. It amuses me sometimes even.
Sigh…
Even though I noted a sabbatical in my last entry, I still hate to be a complete sloth when it comes to my Internet things. So, yeah… this is perhaps more of a duty thing. Yeah, I don’t expect people to read this thing and perhaps don’t really care for anyone to, but it is convenient and my hard drive is only so big for all the things I hoard.
Um… My wrist no longer endures pain. Yeah! Despite that, I think I’ll wear my lightweight arm brace for a long time still… maybe the rest of my life. After all, it had been a pretty serious injury for my wrist and hand to heal completely for 1/3 of a year. My mom said my wrist will likely always be vulnerable now. Sigh. That is what I get for drawing too much. Who’d have thought?
I am trying to draw again though. It is tiring however and of course my hand isn’t as steady or able to handle pens well. Weakness. I’ll get there again someday… and hopefully won’t injure myself again. Oi.
Around the ninth at nine in the evening I was going to wash my face with some hot water. after turning the hot water on it flew off and water shot out. The bathroom started to flood so I woke up my parents since I had no idea how to stop it.
Two hours were spent with my dad turning the water off, mopping up the floors, emptying the cabinets of their contents to dry the wood inside, mopping off the doors, taking out broken light bulbs, replacing them and trying to get all the shards off the ground. I had to take a chill pill around the middle of it.
In the beginning of the week after my mom went to a seminar at the capitol. She was gone Monday and came back Wednesday evening. The night after, Thursday, I had a lovely cold come on. Since then to now I have been recovering. Last night I woke up aching again. I assumed it was due to over exerting myself yesterday. Other than that I am likely close to being completely cured. Yay.
In other news, the 25th I’ll be doing the hair cut trip with Mom. Heh… A two hours drive for haircuts… Ha, ha, ha… Some of me thought if not going. I’d just let my hair grow and hold it back in a tail. I know it would disappoint my mom though. She enjoys my company oddly.

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Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die:
1.) Make sure someone looks after my writings and drawings.
2.) Make sure my other belongings are put to good use, like charity.
3.) To be as content or more content as I am now.

Three Names You Go By:
1.) Nyxity.
2.) Nyx.
3.) Not telling.

Three Screen Names You Have Had (Other Than This One):
1.) Alex_Seven.
2.) Lex.
3.) Nyx.

Three Physical Things You Like About Yourself:
1.) Hands.
2.) Wrists.
3.) Body Type.

Three Parts Of Your Heritage:
1.) Be…
2.) More…
3.) Specific.

Three Things That Scare You:
1.) Not having my parents.
2.) Painful, long death.
3.) Loneliness.

Three Of Your Everyday Essentials:
1.) Sleep.
2.) Air.
3.) Nutrients.

Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1.) Jeans.
2.) Tank top.
3.) Light hoodie jacket.

Three Of Your Favorite Bands/Musical Artists:
1.) Fuel (Scallions as singer.)
2.) Cranes.
3.) Dresden Dolls.

Three Of Your Favorite Songs:
1.) Fuel – Song For You
2.) Garbage – Silence is Golden
3.) Cranes – Lilies

Three Things You Want In A Relationship:
1.) Understanding.
2.) Patience.
3.) Guidance – a specific sort though.

Two Truths And A Lie (in no particular order):
1.) Change is inevitable.
2.) I’m “sexually confused”.
3.) Love is like oxygen.

Three Physical Things About The Preferred Sex That Appeal To You:
1.) Lanky body (like the geeky kind)
2.) Dark, somewhat long hair.
3.) Light colored eyes.

Three Of Your Favorite Hobbies:
1.) Reading books, comics, net fics.
2.) Working/playing on my computer.
3.) Dreaming.

Three Things You Want To Do Really Badly Right Now:
1.) Take a nap.
2.) Or simply wake up a bit more.
3.) Snuggle my cat.

Three Careers You’re Considering/You’ve Considered:
1.) Once I thought about illustrating.
2.) Once I thought of working in a library.
3.) In the end, I suck at functioning in the real world, so am now a home-maker-like-thing.

Three Places You Want To Go On Vacation:
1.) Home.
2.) South Padre.
3.) Home.

Three Kid’s Names You Like:
1.) Alex.
2.) Cade.
3.) Maxwell.

Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Girl:
1.) Stuffed animals… Mainly cats, tigers, novelties…
2.) Melt and coo over my cat.
3.) I do house chores…

Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Boy:
1.) Action figures… but only of a specific character of a specific series.
2.) Assembling things like model kits that are similar to puzzles.
3.) Avoids saying the three little words aloud to another I care about.

Crazy Makers…

Hmm. It seems I am taking something of a sabbatical from most “on hand” Internet activities. I often think to write things down for entries, uploading things to the site and such… but I just am not interested enough. I require an internal fuel and concentration for such things. Oh, well.
Um… Oh, right. The real thing I wanted to write down was simply that a conclusion has been made just recently… perhaps a few minutes ago. Back when I had my mental crash, I thought I just stopped having the ability to gather information and retain it. While some of that is true… there was more.
I used to have racing thoughts every night back in my adolescence. I considered myself philosophical due to some of the thoughts and ideas I developed. I was having one of those semi-manic thinking moments tonight and voiced it aloud to my mother. I cannot recollect clearly as to what she called it despite I asked her to repeat what she had said… but I think she said that such way of thinking is what her people call “Crazy Makers”.
I had paused at that and thought, “Huh… so all those times I thought I was being philosophic were really times I was going mad?”
Ah… how interesting…

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Oh, yeah… the following consists of some tests and some clipped notes written down on 03/24/08:

What Is Your Inner Desire?
Desireless
Desireless
You have no inner desire. You are completely content with life and are very care free. You are very optimistic about almost everything. This is a good attitude to have, its always good to love life and take it as it comes and enjoy the good times instead of dwelling on the bad.
How do you compare?
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Yeah. Ambition is tiring. Heh.

 

Are you a REAL man?
You Are A Real Man
You Are A Real Man
The perfect combination of being tough and being sensitive, you know how to stand up for yourself and the ones you love, but you don’t go out looking for a fight to prove you’re a man. You know who you are, and you have a lot to offer because of that. You attract the real ladies.
How do you compare?
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*Snickers*

 

What is your spirit animal?
Rabbit Spirit
Rabbit Spirit
Your spirit animal is the rabbit.
Aloof, distrustful yet sweet and caring, when treated well.
A rabbit spirit is a cautious one, more paranoid than most. One that is warm at heart, but cold outside. They need not be afraid of all things in the world. Only the wolf spirit.
How do you compare?
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It suits. Shame. I like tigers over rabbits.

Um… My second cousin got married. I had a physical. A week later I had tests done after fasting for about 18 hours. My brother stayed for a week. My cat is doing fine. My wrist/hand is still a bitch at times. Tests came back by Monday, but my mom still has yet to call back to hear what the results are. Yeah, I should likely be the one calling… but phones are evil and listening to people leads to me hearing noises and not understanding a word he or she is saying. Joy.

“Good Spouse”…

Now this… the following is just a semi-humor, semi-serious little ditty. On a board I go to there was a link to a site called “noMarriage.com”. I checked it out and found an “article” that used an article from the mid 1900s. yeah… times were once like that. the rest of the site was all about how men shouldn’t marry… at least not American women. There is a point the site does note that I must agree is true. Men and women are not equal in America.

Anyway, for lark, I wrote my version. Then later on, I wrote a mock version of an independent American woman’s ideal man.  So first off is old times, modern times and last is of my own views.

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The Good Wife’s Guide
From “Housekeeping Monthly”, May 13, 1955.

  • Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about is needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal (especially his favorite dish) is part of the warm welcome needed.
  • Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you’ll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
  • Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
  • Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives.
  • Gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper, etc. and then run a dust cloth over the tables.
  • Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
  • Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children’s hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair, and if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part. Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet.
  • Be happy to see him.
  • Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
  • Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first -remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
  • Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. Instead try to understand his world of strain and pressure, and his very real need to be at home and relax.
  • Your goal: Try to make sure your home is a place of peace, order and tranquility where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.
  • Don’t greet him with complaints and problems.
  • Don’t complain if he’s late home for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day.
  • Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
  • Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low soothing and pleasant voice.
  • Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
  • A good wife always knows her place.

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The Good Husband’s Guide
From “Independent American Women”, September 21 XXXX.

  • He has dinner ready. He planned ahead and made sure to make my favorite dishes as well as is attentive to my diet plans even though he assures me that I don’t need to diet.
  • He treats me like royalty. He is polite, affectionate, sympathetic, only a listener, entertaining, romantic, sensitive, a flatterer, patient, understanding, loyal… (List continues.)
  • Cares about my day once he gets or I get home. He needs to pay attention to what I have to say and truly be interested.
  • He must keep up after his clothes, dishes, etc. and not get onto me when I do such.
  • If I want the place to be cleaned up, he will happily oblige because I am not a maid.
  • He should consider me the center of his world and work hard to make sure I am comfortable because he knows he must show me his love. If not, he is emotionally neglecting me.
  • Will be a good father and take care of our children. He must understand I am busy too.
  • He must be happy to see me.
  • Wants me for me and does not require sex.
  • Listen to me. I have a dozen important things to tell him and my thoughts are more important than his… and he better not argue or complain or I’m filing for divorce.
  • The evening is mine. He should always be home on time or take me with him. If I don’t want to go, he must stay with me. If he does not, I will complain and accuse him of having an affair or not wanting to be with me.
  • His goal: Try to make sure the home a place of peace, order and tranquility where I can renew myself in body and spirit. That, or give me money, shower me with compliments or/and gives me gifts…
  • He doesn’t greet me with complaints and problems. He knows I’ll scream right back.
  • He understands that if he doesn’t do things my way, he won’t just deal with only getting sex when I feel like it… he’ll get no sex.
  • He caters to me. He makes me comfortable, gives me spontaneous massages, makes me laugh, and tells me sweet nothings… (List continues.)
  • Runs me bubble baths with scented candles with my favorite scent and gives me a foot massage after a long hard day to make me feel better.
  • He doesn’t argue with me. He has no right to question or get onto me.
  • A good husband is whipped and treats his wife like a goddess.

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The Good Spouse’s Guide
From “Nyxity’s Head”, January 5, 2008.

  • Have dinner planned. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a meal ready, on time for the both of you. If one of you feels that cooking once you arrive home is possible, do so. If not, discuss on where you should order out or prepare from a frozen dinner. Agree.
  • You both have just been with a lot of work-weary people. Once you are both home, don’t bother each other for 15 minutes. Just rest in the same room together, get your second wind and enjoy the silence. If necessary freshen up with a nice cold towel on your aching brows.
  • Once rested, be pleasant. If not possible, give warning.
  • If the house is not spotless, both should do their share. Just clear away the clutter.
  • Make sure the floors are safe for each other. Kids are hazards and you both are stuck with them. Look out for each other.
  • Over the cooler months of the year, whoever gets home first should adjust the temperature to both your likings. While your spouse may not notice, it will help relax both of you, so there is a plus.
  • Prepare the children together. Take a few minutes to wash the children’s hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair, and if necessary, change their clothes. They need attention even if you are tired. Both of you should try to encourage the children to be quiet without yelling. Just shut them in their rooms if they disobey and place on some headphones with the right music.
  • Be happy to see your significant other. Remember, you both have likely had terrible days. You need at least to support each other.
  • Greet each other with a warm (if not tired) smile and remember that his/her day was likely hell too.
  • Listen to each other. Let the other tell about his or her day and be sympathetic. You may have a dozen important things to tell, but be courteous to him/her as well.
  • Make the evening equal. Never complain if he/she comes home late or goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. Just make sure he/she calls. Be sure to do the same courtesy if you are on the other side of the situation.
  • Your goal: Try to make sure your home is a place of peace, order and tranquility where your significant other can renew him/herself in body and spirit. In turn, you will also be making the home perfect for you as well.
  • Don’t greet him/her with complaints and problems.
  • Don’t complain if he/she’s late home for dinner or even if he/she stays out all night. Just ask for a simple explanation.
  • Make each other comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have her lie down in the bedroom when he/she has apparently worse day then you. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him/her.
  • Be considerate to his/her likes and needs. Speak in a low soothing and pleasant voice.
  • Don’t ask him/her questions about his/her actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, you both are equal and should always exercise your will with fairness and truthfulness. You are trying to get through this life together.
  • A good spouse deserves and equally good partner.

Chain and Summarizing…

Homophobia and You: They’re people too! Stop the hate and spread the love!

*I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
*I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
*I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
*We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
*I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
*I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
*I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
*I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
*We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
*I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
*I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
*I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
*I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
*I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
*I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
*I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
*I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
*I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
*I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
*I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

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I’m not really one to grab such things, but this is something I want to keep around.

Anyway… The week has been… blah. Yes. Blah. Before I get into it, though, I mention something that probably should have been noted about a week ago. My brother smuggled a kitten into the house. We have five already. He does not intend to keep it forever. He’s been asking around and looking into shelters that don’t kill animals.

The bugger is cute. I remember before I gotPeabody, I spoke about what kind of cat I was interested in. Black. Yeah. I wanted a black short-hair. I got the exact opposite. Heh.

Well, at that, you have the description of this one. I automatically saw him as “Max”. My mom calls him “Midnight”. He is just a kitten. A girl at my brother’s work found him under a dumpster.

I’m sure all of us (Mom, Brother and me) would love to keep him, but we already have five cats in this house already. Even I think five is plenty. We kept him hidden from my dad for a while. Dad found out though on Sunday night I believe. Perhaps he even found out Monday? Anyway, he asked my mother when she got home if she knew about the cat in my brother’s room. Heh.

Well, time for a recap…

Friday was fine. Mom’s haircut appointment was an hour earlier than she thought it was… therefore, we were quite lucky to have left at8:30rather than nine. Her appointment took about three hours. Mine? I was probably thirty minutes. Heh.

The time in between was spent wandering the mall. I go to three certain places, but I know I won’t find or buy anything that I am in search of. Why? I know of places that sell the thing I’m looking at far cheaper. I’m thrifty. Oh well.

Saturday, my dad and brother moved my sister’s stuff for her apartment. I spent the day reading. I had gotten a book and an eBay purchase the day before. The book was good. It had humor in the first half and all that junk. Sadly, despite it was a good read it was forgettable. Perhaps it is just that I am forgetful? Heh.

Sunday we finally went grocery shopping. I cannot remember anything else during that day though. My father decided to make me some German potato salad. Sigh… I eat it, but I really cannot say I like his attempts. He uses different recipes time to time… but… Dang.

I’m picky. It had too much vinegar (made me feel sick, damn it!), the onions could be chopped smaller, and again, I think the potatoes could have been mashed up more as well as cooked a little bit longer. Then again, the potato consistency I like happens to be mashed potatoes, which my dad will not do. Damn it, I know what I like. Who says German potato salad can’t have mashed potatoes? The place we go to in that shop town makes them that way! …Well, back to my dad’s attempt, at least this version did not have eggs mixed in.

Monday was an out of it day. I was up all night, at breakfast, brushed teeth, fell asleep, woke up, did chores, laid down when a migraine it, rose again to go to Lowe’s with my dad, came home, popped some Advil and went to sleep. Five or six hours later I wake again, did some more chores, ate cereal, watched Shark and Cold Case with Mom and then retreated to my room to work on something until it was around three.

I got up around nine Tuesday. Did the usual, took a nap, woke at three and eventually had my checkup at the dentist come four. I thought it was for a cleaning, but instead it was merely to take x-rays. My real cleaning will likely be a month from now. In any case, she said my teeth look good so far. Yay…

I came home to find I had my second book come in. From then to around eight-thirty I had eaten, rested a while and eventually watched shows with my parents. After that it was clearing my head and taking a shower. Finally by nine-thirty or so, I opened that book. Other than a short break to eat something by the two-hundredth page, I read untilfour AM.

The book was not the theme I thought it was going to be, but it was good. It lagged a bit in the beginning, but was overall fine. A bad book for me is one that lags enough to the point I cannot even finish it. In my “serious” reading ventures, that has only happened twice in my life in regards to books that are not anthologies.

I finally went to sleep around four-thirty to five and stayed out of it until about four in the afternoon. From then to today, things went pretty much as usual.