Diesel Sweeties might be the most retarded comic in the universe.
I'm tellin' it.
In fact, I hate it too much to link to it.
posted by Beth at 6:41:00 AM
Friday, November 29, 2002
Hmm, Thanksgiving. It was okay. People came to my house, like always. The food was good, and I didn't hide from people this year. Oh, and I saw Alyssa. She's home from Australia, and she gave me a boomerang. {g}
Tonight, Mark, Nathan, and I went to the movies. We were going to see 8 Crazy Nights or They. We should have seen They. 8 Crazy Nights was HORRIBLE. Do not see it! It was hateful, all the way til the end, when it got depressing. Seriously. I mean, I like Adam Sandler a lot of the time. And I was also hoping for a nice holiday movie, and the kids need more (or some) Hanukkah-related movies. Even so, I still expected it to be bad, and it was worse than I could have thought. The movie picks on two dwarves who have seizures, then at the end, we're supposed to not have laughed at them. You know? Oh, and there are fat jokes, too. Nice. I know that Adam Sandler can often do some mean-spirited stuff (Are his CDs like that more than his movies? I'm not really familiar with the CDs. I like some of the movies and most of the SNL characters), but this is just wrong. Eck. I want to know what more people think about this. And I forgot the most blatant thing in the whole movie—jokes about crap. Greeeeat.
The people in the theater seemed to really like it, unfortunately. A lady and her son who sat in front of us really loved it. There's a part where Adam Sandler calls someone "poopsicle," and they laughed like crazy for nine years. Afterward, when Nathan and Mark were in the bathroom, and I was waiting, she and her kid came out of the theater, and the kid was all, "mooom, the funniest paaart was when the boooooy haaaad to wear a braaaaaa." :P Then, before going into the bathroom, the lady looked at me and asked if I liked it. I said, "I thought it was terrible," and she just kind of muttered, "well, we thought it was funny." But it was almost like she never thought to wonder if it wasn't funny. As in, "could this possibly be a bad movie?" No of course not. Bah. I hate people who think every movie is great. Whatever. Bleah. Grumble. The movie stunk like all the millions of poop jokes in it.
posted by Beth at 2:28:00 AM
What's up frigidaire. You are 23% pickup-able! You're cold and unapproachable, like a big glacier that's unapproachable. And cold. Unlike the Arctic tundra, few even venture to plant their flag in you. You're definitely not a Scorpio, unless you were born between October 23 and November 21. The bad news is that you'll end up miserable and alone, probably knitting doilies out of cat hair. The good news is that this is apparently what you want. Honestly, I don't even feel comfortable talking to you right now, so I'm just gonna go… yeah… wash my friend's hair.
I believe that. Also, the birthday part amused me. {g}
Obviously, this paper isn't quite coming along as it should be.
posted by Beth at 5:29:00 AM
Avril Lavigne is on the AOL Welcome Screen. {snort}
So today really smelled. I needed to make copies of a form for my little experiment/group project for my learning and behaviorism class, so I left for school early and stopped at the public library. The copier didn't accept bills, so I had to find and spend all my change, and I was in such a hurry that it wasn't til I was back in the car, when I realized the tops of all my papers were cut off. I got to Russian extra early, so I had to wait in the hall while the class before mine finished up. While I was out there, I was stuck hearing know-it-all boy talk about how he knows a million languages fluently and how he has a good head for business and how, ever since he was 18, all he does is invest his money, while the other guy talked about how he cheats on his taxes, because "everyone cheats on their taxes." Then class was so-so, except that there was a quiz that I was not prepared for. At least I got out early, so I could rush off to the class I had to give the experiment to. I got there and did it alone. My group partner had another class, and I figured we'd never get anything done, if I didn't at least get the actual experimenting out of the way; that's why I went at all. It sucked. I could never be a teacher. I hate being in front of people and talking to them and asking them to do things. It was dehumanizing, I swear. But they were good about it, although it was obvious they thought what I was asking them to do was obvious and baloney. Then I scurried off, and I could just imagine, upon my exit, hearing the teacher (she teaches that class and my own class), say, "What was the first thing she did wrong?" I still feel like I'm being stared at my about 25 educational psychology students. Garr. So then I got home and learned that my most favorite talk radio people are all on the same radio station, one after the other, in Detroit. And no, I can't listen online. Not only is there no way to, but my crappy connection couldn't handle it. Now I have to write a paper.
At least a long weekend is coming up, I guess. Tomorrow, on the way to school, maybe I'll try to listen to the new guys on the talk station. After all, I got hooked on talk radio three and a half years ago (the day of the Columbine shootings, weirdly enough), when I found Deminski and Doyle talking about it on that same NJ talk station. Then Scott and Casey replaced them, and I thought I wouldn't like them, but I did. Very much. So maybe these guys are good. Detroit smells. How can Deminski and Doyle AND Scott and Casey all be on that same station. Stupid Detroit radio taking away that which I love.
Yes, I am aware that I probably sound crazy.
posted by Beth at 2:53:00 AM
Monday, November 25, 2002
I used to really like these guys, Scott and Casey, who did a show on the New Jersey talk radio station. I mean, I listened to them everyday on the way to and from school. The station was for all of New Jersey, so South Jersey carried it on 97.3 and North Jersey carried it on 101.5, which was the main station. Eventually, 97.3 dropped the broadcast, and while I could sometimes hear them on 101.5, it was really easy to lose the signal, in most places. So today I thought I'd listen to them again, and they were replaced with these two annoying guys. And Eck, it just depresses me. :(
posted by Beth at 10:21:00 PM
Sunday, November 24, 2002
I put a new link there on the right for a guy named Sergio. Sometime last summer, I think, he emailed me to say he found my blog randomly, started reading it, and liked it. Now he has one. I think that's pretty neat. :)
posted by Beth at 5:43:00 AM
Saturday, November 23, 2002
Evidently, there is no such thing as a digital dress watch. And if there is, then why don't you prove me wrong? People are prejudiced against digital watches, that's what they are.
posted by Beth at 3:02:00 AM
Friday, November 22, 2002
The AOL 8.0 (evil!) welcome screen has this little poll feature. Every couple days, they put up a new question and three (badly thought out) options. I cannot help but to always vote, regardless of whether or not I'm familiar of the issues. Tonight, I logged on and saw this:
Should Michael Jackson's kids be taken away from him?
- Yes
- No
- Not sure
I asked my uncle what that was related to, and he said that Michael Jackson held his kid up in the air while standing at the edge of a balcony, so people could see it. It really wasn't a big deal and the media is just bending it out of shape.
I voted no. I'm showing respect to Michael Jackson. There could have at least been a fourth option: yes, but not because of the balcony thing.
Bob Scott just appeared on my buddy list. Or at least the screen name that he said was his like three years ago on the TMBG offtopic list just came online; I've never seen it come on before. I wonder if it's possible for someone to take an old screen name if it's been (seemingly) out of use for a long time. I'd really like to IM him, but I just canNOT allow myself. I mean, I can't even IM people I know really well, unless I have something remotely important to say. I suck.
posted by Beth at 12:28:00 AM
Thursday, November 21, 2002
Last Friday was my birthday, and I'm now 23.
The big plan for the day was to see Tori Amos in Camden, a birthday present from Nathan that I picked out for myself.
For my Magazine Article Writing class, I had to cover an event of some kind, and I kept wussing out, so my final plan of action was to write about this show. We had to talk to someone who worked at the venue, so I called them up. I just had a few simple questions, nothing hard, so I gave them a call before we left the house. They acted like I was insane. I called up, explained that I was writing an article and that I had a few questions. They said they'd try to help.
"I'm going to write an article about tonight's show. Can you answer some questions for me?"
"I can try."
"Can you tell me about how many people you expect to attend the show?"
"Why do you need to know that?"
"Because I'm writing an article..."
"I'll have to connect you with the program director"
Then I got an answering machine. It was as if I was going to bomb the joint or some crap.
I knew I'd never get anywhere on the phone, so we left. On the way, we stopped to buy three tickets for Harry Potter. We got there pretty early. After a lot of wandering around the lobby, I got the nerve together to ask an usher my questions. She was incredibly nice; I'm still really happy that she answered them without acting suspicious of me. Once I got home, I emailed some nicepeople and they answered questions for me, too. :) Then we looked at souvenirs, but they were so expensive. We went in to sit down, and Nathan was blahblahblahing about flag-burning and symbolism for some reason. Then this guy who looked like he could be Kid Rock's less successful brother turned around, looked at Nathan, and said, "What about cross burning? You wouldn't argue about that." or something similar. Then I curled up into a little ball in my seat. I wasn't thrown by the guy's comment as much as I was thrown by the guy all jumping in like that. I nearly bought a tour program off a guy who was walking around, selling them like hot dogs at a baseball game. I argued with myself over the price, then I caved and got out the $20, but he was gone by then.
The show started on time, which was damn nice. Howie Day was alright, but his songs seemed so long.
Before I go on about the rest of the show, I'll say this. I was never a fan of Tori Amos. In fact, I was anti-Tori and kind of really scared of her for whatever reason. I never imagined even being okay with her. Last spring, Colleen made me a mix CD and it had a few Tori Amos songs on it. I was really skeptical at first, but I listened to it. I liked the whole CD, and the Tori songs were pretty good, if not a little weird to me. About a week after I'd first listened to the CD, I was skipping past everything, just to hear the Tori songs. I borrowed Nathan CDs and downloaded things, and I just became really interested. When I found out that she was doing a show nearby, on my birthday of all days, I had to go.
Anyway, Tori came out and played for about two hours and fifteen minutes. This was the longest normal concert I'd ever seen (the only thing longer was the TMBG documentary taping); I like a long show, especially when I can sit down. And it was so great. I was impressed, excited, moved, and happy all at once! It was really awesome, and she played "Bliss," my favorite song, and that was great. I can't wait to see her again, and hopefully this time have better seats. I had been afraid that she'd be facing the other way, and we'd only get to see her back, but it turned out that we were on the right side, after all.
After the show, I went back to look at the merchandise and still could not rationalize paying $30+ for a shirt, but I ended up getting a cute Scarlet's Walk charm necklace for $15. Then Nathan and I left and had a late dinner at a diner.
It was a pretty good birthday. I didn't open my presents til I came home from the show. Among other things, I got a Nintendo 64 (I'm one step behind the Nintendo product-buying world). I still haven't hooked it up, but I think I'm going to do that tonight.
On Saturday, Nathan, Uncle John, and I went to see Harry Potter. I enjoyed it, but I was very tired. I need to see it again, when I'm more awake. As of right now, I think I like the first movie better. Gilderoy Lockhart was awesome, though. And so what if I thought he was cute. {g} I liked all the new casting, but I'm still getting over Lucius Malfoy's hair. Was anybody expecting it to look like that? I mean really.
Then we ate dinner at Friendly's and came home. We were supposed to go out bowling with Craig, but he was sleeping or something like that, when I called, so then I fell asleep. For hours. Then I woke up in the middle of the night and did some homework.
There ya go. I think I'm caught up on all I wanted to be.
posted by Beth at 11:53:00 PM
I feel like talking and no one is around right now, so I'll just blog my ass off.
I had meant to talk about last Thursday, well, last Thursday. I'll do that now.
It was a really busy and school filled day. I will prepare a timeline for you, since I'm bored.
9:30 - I had to get up for school. I've become accustomed to waking up for school at 3:20, so that was kind of hard.
11:00 - Nathan and I arrived at school. I went to see a lecture on how to handle a crisis, like suicide or a hostage situation, for extra credit for my Learning and Behaviorism class. Nathan came, because he drove me, and what else was he gonna do? It was pretty interesting.
12:15 - The lecture ended, and we went to Boston Market for lunch. I learned that Boston Market has very fine cole slaw. I love cole slaw.
1:15 - We went back to school, so that I could go to a meeting with a lady who replaced the lady whose office I worked in under the school work-study program several years ago. The point of the meeting was to check and see that I'd taken all the classes that are required for me to graduate. That was where I found out that I had to take that computer competency exam that I'd never even heard of before that day.
2:15 - Nathan and I had an afternoon to kill, so we decided to see a movie. I checked all the theatres in the area, and our only options were The Santa Clause 2 (evil!) and 8 Mile. We saw 8 Mile. I'd wanted to see it, anyway, and it was pretty good. We missed the first 15 minutes because of my meeting running long and traffic.
4:40 - Nathan took me back to school, then fled the state. Before my class started I went to the learning center-place to pick up a pamphlet on the computer literacy test I had to take.
5:00 - Class
6:30 - Another one.
9:30 - I got home.
Apparently that paper for adolescent development is due in two weeks, not today. Will I rewrite and try to do a better job? Nah.
That class drives me nuts. It isn't particularly difficult or anything, but the teacher is all about the small discussion groups. I guess that's not such a bad idea, but everytime I end up having to share stories with people, NONE of them know where I'm coming from. How is that? In a group of five, I was the only one who had an indulgent parent (as opposed to authoritative, authoritarian, or passive), and some girl thought it was funny that I was 19 years old (gasp!) before I went to New York City alone. How crazy! I was so OLD! She was 17, when she went. So it was like totally nutty that I'd be two years older. Then I tried to explain to everybody, "well, my family lives in South Jersey, and for the most part, we don't go to cities often (nobody really goes to Philadelphia often at all, and that's like 40 minutes away. New York is a little over two hours away), because there's not much there that most of them particularly care about. I like cities, though." and they just looked at me. What? Am I seriously that weird?
A woman in my group is 40, and she said it caused trouble in her family, when she got pregnant, when she was a teenager, and NOBODY BATS AN EYE AT THAT! Blah. Of course they shouldn't have asked her a million questions about it, but I'm weird and she's not?
No one understands me! Nor did they understand that I was not part of a clique nor did I try or care to be. I mean, I always sat by the door at lunch (to make a quick getaway) and sat alone reading a book. Then I'd come home and sit in front of the TV or something like that. Blah. Blah again!
posted by Beth at 11:00:00 PM
For my adolescent development class, I have to write some weirdo thing about an event that occurred during my adolescence that made me change or made me stronger. Well, guess what. I really have no clue what that would be, so I'm talking about how TV motivated me to get good grades in school. That's wacky, but true.
And I took that computer competency exam today. I passed, but I actually didn't do all that great. I did the worst in the Excel section (because well, how the hell often do I use that?) and I rocked the house in the Windows 95 section. I got htere early, but I had to wait for someone to open up the lab (which should have already been open), and after the test, I have to wait while the printer took forever to print my grades. I ended up being 20 minutes late for Russian, but htat's fine, because that class bores my ass off. Through a weird chain of events, I will be borrowing a Russian art book from someone in the class I don't know all that well.
You will live in Shack.
You will drive a black Ford Focus.
You will marry Paul Lynde and have negative 7 kids.
You will be a Miami Dolphins quarterback in Kiev
Wow, that was awesome. {g}
I'm still meaning to talk about last Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, but I have some lame-o-rama work to do, so I'll keep this short. Tomorrow/today, I have to, get this, take a computer competency exam. I found out about this last Thursday. Basically, I was supposed to have taken it before my first year was over, otherwise, they wouldn't have let me go ahead to my second year, but I somehow slipped throgh the cracks. What I have to do is prove that I can turn on a computer and create a Word file and all that crap. The test is supposed to take about 20 minutes. Wouldn't it be hilarious, if I failed it or something? The little rulebook says that if I fail twice, I have to take a computer literacy course. Wish me luck!! Ho ho.
posted by Beth at 4:07:00 AM
Kit died this morning. I was up all night and I saw her sleeping on a chair in the living room. A couple hours later, I went to look for her and couldn't find her. Harry found her curled up on the heating vent behind the couch. It looked like she just went there to lie down. I'm really sad, but at the same time, I know she'd really been suffering these last couple weeks. She stopped eating the food I gave her a few days ago. I don't know if she was eating the hard catfood or not.
I'll miss her. She was about 16 years old. She was also one of the friendliest cats I ever knew. I had her since I was about six or seven and she liked me best. When we first got her (from my mom's boyfriend's friend), she ran off into the woods. I thought I'd never see her again, but she came back. Ever since then, she was always interested in going outside, even if she had to sneak out, but she always came back. She liked to hunt, and sometimes she'd catch mice or chipmunks or moles. I didn't even know we had moles in our yard, til she started bringing them to us. She even caught a baby rabbit once. She also got into fights sometimes, and it's a miracle, really, that in all her going outside, she was never hit by a car or something. She was really smart. I used to have mice and rats awhile back, and I could put them on the floor in front of her or even on her, and she never tried to catch them. I was always impressed how she knew the difference between mice she could catch and mice that were my pets. And she was really strong in that when she got hurt, she always healed up, and she really didn't slow down much for her age. This past summer, she had a sore on her stomach that we thought might have been cancer or something, but it healed. It took two months, but it still got better. All the while, she still insisted on going outside, even when I didn't want her to. She was really good at sneaking out of the house, so we kind of didn't have too much of a choice. I'd never have an inside and outside cat again, but she was different.
Today, I got the film in my camera developed. I had taken this picture last summer. My other cat does not photograph well.
And this is a picture I just found of Kit from better days. I think this picture is about three years old or so.
Arr, I have a lot to say, but I'm a tired egg. I will say that my birthday started off to be irritating, but then it got better.
I have a cold, though, and that's driving me nuts.
Today is the day for seeing Harry Potter.
posted by Beth at 6:48:00 AM
Wednesday, November 13, 2002
Enh, now to do something unusual for me. I'll make a list of only good things for right now.
I am obsessed with Spider Solitaire. In case you don't know, it's a game that comes with Windows XP, and it's like solitaire but with 8 decks of cards. Anyway, I've been playing the game like crazy, and I'm horrible at it. I played like 100 times and could never win. Last night, I somehow won four times.
After what feels like forever, I finally met my Columbia House obligations and bought five CDs at their stupid regular club prices. I can finally cast off the shackles. Actually, right now, I'm listening to a Stereolab CD I got in the mail today. I'm really unfamiliar with Stereolab, but I know lots of people like them, so I thought I'd take a chance and order it.
I got the email from that girl in my psych class. Now I can stop worrying about that.
I don't know why, but I find this exchange from Hollywood Squares is hilarious:
Peter Marshall: Do men or women burn up food faster?
Rose Marie: Oh men, they always burn up everything.
Vincent Price: Now, that is not true!
And more important than all that other crap, I finally found something Kit will eat. See, she won't eat more than a couple bites of catfood a day—we've tried buying her the hard kind that she likes and I bought some of the canned kind, too. But this morning, I gave her a little bit of lunchmeat. It turns out that if I get a little bit of ham—and I do mean a little, about a quarter of a slice of the really thinly cut kind—and tear it up, she'll eat it. Quickly, too. I don't know that she'll get better, but it puts my mind at ease to see her eat a little now and then.
Yup. That was good practice at listmaking or something. {g}
posted by Beth at 3:56:00 AM
Tuesday, November 12, 2002
My test is over, and I'm glad.
I'm in the Mac lab, and I'm not glad. I was making a real effort to be cool with Macs, but on these ones, the resolution is driving me crazy, and I don't know how to change it. Also, these ones don't have AIM anymore. They used to.
The girl in my group talked to me, thankfully. I apparently deleted the email without knowing, and I'm pissed at myself for that. I go through things so fast that anything from someone I don't recognize, I assume is junk. Let's hope I don't and delete it again.
I guess now I'll get to class early and read more of Lemony Snicket til it starts.
posted by Beth at 5:59:00 PM
Monday, November 11, 2002
Hm, I feel I don't have much to say, right now. I don't have school today/Monday, because it's Veteran's Day. Finally, a day off from school on a day when I'd normally have classes; the holidays usually escape me. Friday afternoon, I got some gifts from erin for my birthday, which is this Friday. I was so surprised, I nearly cried. erin is awesome, and not just because of the gifts. :)
Today/Sunday (wow, in one entry, I call today both Sunday and Monday. Put that in your pipe and smoke it) was a complete waste. On Saturday, Nathan, Mark and I went to Toys R Us so I could return the Barbie and GI Joe I used as part of my presentation. I almost feel bad for passing them around then getting all my money back. I've never liked Barbies and was always uninterested in GI Joe. But now GI Joe sort of fascinates me, yet I'm not sure why. After that, we ate at the Palace Diner. I like it very much there, and I hadn't been there in months.
I'm nervous about my test in Learning and Behaviorism on Tuesday. I'm also nervous, because I haven't communicated with that girl whose group I'm supposed to be in (see the post from Halloween). I gave her my number and email address that day, and if she emailed me, I never got it. In class, I kept expecting her to talk to me, and she never did. I know it's bad to assume people will come to me first. Thursday night, I emailed her at her school address. I haven't got an answer yet, but maybe she never checks her school mail. I didn't check mine for years, but now I've set it up to forward everything to my AOL address. Blah, I do not have the courage to ask her about the project. I wish she'd come to me first. Eckeckeck.
I'm looking at my results from the NewsRadio quiz that you should take, if you haven't already done so, even if you have never seen the show. And hey, Vicki Lewis is really pretty. And I am neither homo nor jealous.
Did I really just make a newsgroup joke on my blog? Crazy.
Last night, I dreamt that one of my cats had kittens. I'm not sure which one it was, but I suspect it was the boy cat. I was holding him, and I think I felt something fall out of him. Then I looked down to see four kittens. I put them in a box and took them to Craig's mom but she didn't want any, so I tried to find someone else who'd take at least one. It was bizarre.
posted by Beth at 1:27:00 AM
Oh snap! In my adolescent development class, yesterday, I lent the girl who sat next to me a pen. She left during the break, and I never got it back. I hate when people do that! So maybe it was just a lame Bic stick pen, and you can get ten for a nickel or something, but still. (Yeah, yeah "My pen! My pen!" I'll save you the trouble. {g} I always did identify with that sketch, though.)
Last year, some girl ran off with my mechanical pencil. I use only mechanical pencils for school. The kind with refillable lead and erasers. It was like $4. Damn people.
My presentation is done. I guess it went well, although I started out fine, and by the end, instead of being more relaxed, I started muttering and crap. The girl I worked with must have used the expression "cool beans tacos" three times in three hours. As in "oh wow, that's cool beans tacos!". Now watch me start saying it.
I should try to read some, while I'm still awake, but I think Good Times is coming on. Lately, I am _all_about_ the Good Times. Yesterday's show was about how IQ tests are racist. It was so awesome, and this nerdy guy (who looked like Nathan but with glasses) was trying to prove them wrong, and he had a giant calculator. He was frantically typing numbers in and it blew up. It was so great.
posted by Beth at 6:11:00 AM
Because brown is my favorite color. And it's also autumnal.
When I was outside with the dog earlier, I heard a train whistle, which must have been pretty far away. It's impressive when the wind carries like that.
Wow, I just talked to Alyssa on IM! Alyssa, in case you don't know, is my cousin who went to Australia as an exchange student this past July. She's supposed to come home in December, I believe. I hadn't seen or spoken to her since late June at Mark's grduation party. Just now, we mostly talked about the craziness that's happened in my family that she missed out on, rather than what she's been doing there. So yeah, it was surprising and nice to hear from her. :)
On the other side of the coin, there's this Australian exchange student in my magazine article writing class. She's irritating. All she does is talk about bars (and what a bummer it is that they aren't open til 10am) and the summer when she was 14 and she sold bags of cow manure to people and made a fortune. The men love her. Like moths to a flame, it is, in that classroom.
posted by Beth at 1:10:00 AM
Thursday, November 07, 2002
So I was out getting a milkshake with Dorothea, and my dog, who hates being alone more than anything, lept over a board (we put a board up to divide the kitchen and living room to keep the dogs out of there, as they are wont to cause trouble). So while he was alone, Dewey jumped over it. That's impressive, because 1. I've never seen a dachshund jump the way he does and 2. he had an operation yesterday. My mom heard a boom and a cry and she came down to check on him, and luckily he didn't rip his stitches out. I really hope he gets used to being alone. Gypsy keeps him quiet, when she's up here, but the cats either ignore or tease him. So my answer for keeping him quiet is to get a third dog, but no one here likes that idea.
I have to remember to take some more pictures of him. I'm planning on making some copies of my otherones and sending them to his mommy in Salem County at Christmastime.
posted by Beth at 12:19:00 AM
Oh, now the (not a) Pixie picture is there.
These Halloween colors must go. Perhaps tomorrow.
posted by Beth at 12:14:00 AM
Okay, now that that item of business is out of the way. Dewey is fine. I'm playing with him right now, actually. The only bad part is that he's been jumping off things, before I can put him on the floor, and his stitches will be in for about two weeks. Dropping him off wasn't as sad as I'd expected, either. He was excited to meet the receptionist, and there was a lady in the waiting room with a noisy cat, which distracted him from the scariness of the office. I wasn't there to pick him up at night, but my uncle said Dewey was in a good mood, and he ate some food and he was excited to see the vet's assistant.
I'm irritated because my Russian final is on Friday, December 20th at 12:30. This is retarded, because it's a NIGHT class with a DAY final. I am taking night classes, because I can't get there in the day, so what the hell?
My presentation for adolescent development is tomorrow. I need to call my partner, if she doesn't call first. We didn't spend as much time talking about this together as we did working on it alone, so we need to come up with more crap. This semester is going by faster than any I can remember.
posted by Beth at 8:09:00 PM
Monday, November 04, 2002
Doggie gets neutered tomorrow. I kind of feel bad about it, but then, I kind of don't. I do feel bad, though, whenever he finds a biscuit or chewbone that he hid somewhere, and I have to take it from him, because he can't have food for the rest of tonight. And I have to take the water away at midnight.
posted by Beth at 10:44:00 PM
Sunday, November 03, 2002
For awhile now, I've been worried about my cat, Kit. Last June, the day before Sam died, actually, she had a kind of sore on her lower stomach that broke open. It took about two months for it to heal. You're probably asking why we never took her to the vet. We didn't not only because it cost over $270 for Sam, and he didn't even last five hours at the animal hospital, and because Kit's been years behind on shots and checkups. Not to mention how much stress it would have caused her to actually go there and wait and be looked at. We thought she might have cancer, since it looked like she was never going to heal. But she eventually did. Otherwise, she was fairly normal for the rest of the summer, going out all night and all that. But for the last few weeks, she's been getting really really skinny. She's kind of wasting away, I guess. I've been buying her expensive canned cat food, because I thought she might like that better than the dry kind we normally get. She eats maybe a little bit then turns her nose, so I end up giving the rest to David. She's skinny and she doesn't move around much, but she can still jump on top of the dryer or the hamper, where she likes to lie down. I guess I'm trying to prepare myself for her to go. She's 16 years old or so, and she's lived a good life, and a pretty long life for a cat who's allowed to go outside. David on the other hand, has never been allowed to go outside, so she's seen a lot more than he has. So yeah, I'm worried for my cat, and I really don't know how long she'll last. She's strong, so maybe weeks, but maybe not. I don't know. I love Kit, though. And Sam died exactly 5 months ago today, so the idea of losing two pets that I've had for so long in such a short amount of time really hurts me.
posted by Beth at 2:17:00 AM
