| Things recently learned... |
[Aug. 19th, 2007|11:13 am] |
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1. A ferret has unlimited energy and never sleeps, except for all the time.
2. Lightning is NOT a toy. Seriously.
3. I will have 2 days off this month. And I'm not really shaken up about it.
4. The cat eats his feelings.
5. I eat my feelings.
6. Fog is good for cemeteries and sun is good for mountains.
7. A house is lonely with one person.
8. A double bed is lonely with one person. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2007|12:12 pm] |
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Weird. I clicked the button to post here, so I must have had something I though was worth saying. I don't know why I thought that. Everything it ticking along more or less like it should, or at least more or less like it has been, which is not necessarily the same as how it should. I work much, and I get much money. Few bills, and student loan in the works. It may be approaching time for a second ferret.
Speaking of which, Sophie got onto my shelf again but didn't destroy the plants. Curious. She's not such a bad weeezle after all.
Reading good books. Saving some money. Spending some money. Life is lifing along. |
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| Oh, so now I get a scholarship? |
[Aug. 10th, 2007|01:32 am] |
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"Dear Jamie,
We (the Powers That Be) have decided that since you fucked up so little over the past year we are giving you $2000. Just don't fuck up this year and you can keep it. We do hope that you had not just recently made other plans not involving returning to waste you time at St. Mary's.
Sincerely,
A bunch of Jerks who want to complicate my decision-making process beyond the point to which I have already complicated it on my own thank-you-very-much." |
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| Another Ferret! |
[Jun. 27th, 2007|12:27 am] |
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So it looks like we have a serious lead on another ferret. She's 10 months old, black with a black mask and comes with a seven foot tall, three level ferret mansion. And all for $200. The Christmas present of some kid who is now into horses or something. Her name is Maggie, so that fits with our whole naming convention. Anyway, if this happens, it could happen as soon as this weekend.
Awesome. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 25th, 2007|12:44 pm] |
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This weekend Ruth and I are going to PEI for a wedding (if all goes according to plan). First I'm heading down to the Valley for Laura's graduation on Thursday. Man, that makes me feel old. Then we're picking up our rental car in Halifax on Friday and driving up. I hope this works out. I've never rented a car before.
In other news, we need another ferret. Sophie gets lonely when we're not arround. We spend a lot of time with her, but sometimes we work or sleep. So if anyone knows where we can get one cheap, that'd be ideal. |
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| I smell like clean ferret (it's worse than diry ferret) |
[Jun. 12th, 2007|03:41 pm] |
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I just gave Sophie a bath. I can't tell if she hate to have them or if she just has better things to do. She was much better behaved than last time, which is good because I havn't clipped her claws in a little while. I like her better with her natural defenses intact. And I'm not going to teach her not to bite when she plays. That's just what ferrets do. If I didn't want a ferret, I wouldn't have gotten one. She doesn't bite any other time. Ever. And playing never gets out of hand; she can tell the difference between playing and petting even during a romp. If she bites me, it's because I'm rolling her around and I have it coming (playfully speaking). She is super great.
Ruth thinks that we're going to get another one. We're thinking of a cinnamon or champagne female. If we get one, her name will be Lucy. 'Cause, you know, it's a good name for a ferret. |
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| Good books, anyone? |
[Jun. 11th, 2007|09:11 am] |
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Okay, I hate to do this and I never thought I would have to but here we go. Now that I work in a bookstore quite often (going on every day), I am having problems deciding which books to read while I'm there. I've pretty much exhausted my luck in selecting good books at random and now I need guidance. I'm not compiling a list of books to read before I die, or ones that will change my life so I Have To Read Them, but rather I want to get some ideas on which books don't suck. Every day of my summer is too much time to waste on the hit-or-miss tactics I've been using. So does anyone have any suggestions for good books? Any favorites? Tell me and I promise I'll give them a read (if we have them, it's a used bookstore after all).
Other than that, things go well. I got a raise and have had my hour tripled. Now I can live! Sophie is a great as ever, but she's calmed down quite a bit from her early frenzied investigations of life and can be quite docile at times. D&D is getting out of hand, too many people, too many ideas, no stop to any of it! What fun! What chaos!
It's raining. I like rain. |
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| Rural Truth |
[May. 16th, 2007|01:38 pm] |
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I looks like I'm spending this week home in the Valley. There are a lot of things that I must have forgotten living in the city. Foremost among them is the fact that STARS TWINKLE. I mean, I suppose I knew that intellectually, you know, stars twinkle, but it was in the same way that you know that fish jump and owls hoot. After a while you can repeat the words but you don't really believe them in the same way. I spend more time than most looking at the night sky and I was still waaay unprepared for the momentous truth that a sky full of stars twinles in a very literal sense. Bright-dim, bright-dim, all at their individual rates, each competely randomly. There is no pattern, there is no metaphor.
How long did it take me to forget that? |
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| No phone |
[May. 10th, 2007|12:16 pm] |
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Just to let people know, we don't have a working home phone at the moment. For some reason. Yeah. If you have anything important to tell me, or if you have a message I can pass on to Brett or Ruth that is time sensitive and so you can't wait for the internet my cell number is nine oh two seven nine two two. But my battery is low. So it may be a waste of time anyway. Oh, well. |
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| Chicken + Mould = Fish? |
[May. 10th, 2007|10:46 am] |
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A chicken sandwich on slighty mouldy bread leaves the last bight tasting exactly like trout. No matter how many times my brain tells my mouth what's really going on, my mouth keeps on saying "Delicious". I really want another but I can't bring myself to create something whose success depends on mouldy bread. I may have another later, but it won't be because I love trout, it will be because I'll want a chicken sandwich. Man this is a weird thing to be saying. But it's not like the bread was really gross mouldy. I bought it two days ago and it's just really yeasty and good and I've kept it in the fridge but there was still a little spot on it today but I picked it off. It's really not gross.
Mmmmmmmmm, trout. |
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| Day at the Park |
[May. 8th, 2007|06:20 pm] |
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Today I took Sophie to the Common to run around outside. She made a terrible fuss when I tried to get her harness on, then completely forgot all about it when something more interesting came along. I carried her there in Zorro's cat bag (in which she slept the whole way). Since it is bath night for her anyway, I let her dig in the gardens there all she wanted. She needs the bath now, so it's probably good that she tired herself out. Now I can handle her.
A lady with a giant iguana came over and talked to me 'cause I also had an animal that was not a dog. We talked for a while and I feel like I was innitiated into the Fraternity of People With Strange Animals. I asked if they lived on Windsor St. but she explained that her iguana is Max, you see, and the one on Windsor St. is Spike. She's a female, but the same kind (Mexican). She said that I'd see Spike around too. I belong!
Leave it to me to get a sunburn on the first day hot enough to get one. |
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[May. 1st, 2007|08:15 pm] |
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My power supply burned out on Saturday night. That sucked a bit. I just got my computer back from PC Medic ($80, thanks) and I'm a bit upset to find that I missed nothing. Is my life so boring that I can take a few days off and nothing changes? That's kinda bleak.
I was having a bit of a crisis earlier because Sophie hates it when I play. I guess she get scared. So I didn't play for the first week that I had her. Finally I tried to set up my area in my bedroom but apparently my room is where sound goes to die. Between the bed, the curtains and the mountain of laundry, I felt like I was playing with cotton stuffed in my bell (not an erotic euphamism). Finally I just told her that she's great and I love her but she's just going to have to get used to it and started playing in Sophie's, er, my music room again. I keep her from sleeping, but she'll live. |
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[Apr. 26th, 2007|11:40 pm] |
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I work tomorrow, from 2:30-5:30. My life is easy. Still, I would appreciate a more "real" job, one with which I could make money. I'm waiting to hear back from a couple of downtown hotels, nice places. If I'm lucky, I could be making over $11 an hour. That would be nice and it would get me out of the house.
I'm very glad that I finally got a ferret. I really think that she filled a place that I had been missing. I don't know how to put it. She makes me happy. |
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| Dirty girl. |
[Apr. 24th, 2007|12:04 pm] |
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I just got back from doing laundry. While I was gone, Sophie discovered how to get to my potted plants, which I had placed on chairs (for their safety, not hers). She dug and burrowed to her heart's content before climbing into her cage and going to sleep. She is not a white ferret anymore, but a grey ferret. I'm going to have to give her another bath tonight. Her head is the worst and she just loves it. I have to figure out another way to keep my plants safe, but I'm not entirely sure how she managed to get this one yet. She bears watching. |
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| Sophie |
[Apr. 23rd, 2007|10:29 am] |
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I got a ferret. A white one. Named Sophie. She's 4 months old, all white, and full of ferrety energy. She is waaay more curious than a kitten and never stops. She's not shy at all and gets into everything.
This may not have been the best thought out plan I've ever had, but it has to rank up there with the most though about plans. I dropped over $500 at Pets Unlimited, split evenly between her and her accessories, plus about $40 for cab rides there and back. While I'd been considering this for a while, I mostly did it on a whim yesterday afternoon. So far, I don't regret it as she is probably the best animal there is. I mean, she's no dog, but I don't have to walk her when it's raining. In fact, she's mostly litter trained already, she just has to remember where it is in her new home. She's fixed and descented so she doesn't smell as bad as she should and I'm looking forward to giving her baths.
She even plays well with the cat, though Zorro doesn't know what to make of her yet.
Stop by if you want to see her. |
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[Apr. 10th, 2007|06:20 pm] |
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Done classes and so bored. If anyone wants to do anything fun between now and, um, September, just let me know. I have to get out of the house soon.
I know! I could look for a job. That would solve all of my problems. But fun would be even better. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2007|04:20 am] |
I am so ficing tiered I could puke. Who thought it was a good idea to write two essays in one night. And I spend the whole afternooon puting it off. I didn't t start until 830.
But now you know. I;'m the fucking god of this shit. I can do whatever work, whenever i want. I have an infinite space in my ass from where all work can be pulled. Fuck. Ya! I hav 6 hours to spare bitches. I could ahve done them bothe over again. hell, I might prroof read the fuckers. thank god I passt them in on the last day of class. I don't whant to knownl how they turn out.
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I hav another essay to do tomorrow night. maybe I;ll just wait until midnight to start it. just to seee.
I have to pee. I mean sleep. and my eyes jurt and my legs are shaking from the joy of it all. which doesn't suck. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2007|10:25 pm] |
Lots of work to do. Got paid (um, early... please don't tell). I am uncertain who my friends are, but as much in the good way as in the bad way.
As usual, life isn't really that bad. |
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[Mar. 27th, 2007|12:48 pm] |
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Great. Once again I'm startin' to wig out. I hate this. I don't know if I'm gonna go to latin. I can't concentrate. I try to get it up to do today's translation, but it's just not coming to me. I had a hard time even catching my breath on my way home from my morning classes (heh, I have death in the mournnig... get it?) and I was worried I was losing it. I came home and thought I'd play my horn a bit to relax (I always play the best when I'm upset in some way, odd, no?) and so I played until I couldn't anymore. When I stopped I tasted blood. I rarely go that far. That's probably too far. But you know, it didn't really help. I feel like my video card must have before I cleaned out all that dust. I havn't changed what I'm doing, but it just don't work so well anymore. Once I clear away a bunch of my crap I should be fine, but I feel ill-equipped to deal with the crap while it's bogging me down. |
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[Mar. 8th, 2007|05:00 pm] |
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I have recently been told that I don't post nearly enough. I guess that's better than posting too much.
I am poor. I am broke. I am in need of money. But I am happy.
So... My sister has been visiting this week. It's kinda nice to have company. She's actually been a delight to have here. It has inspired me to be more domestic. I've been cooking and stuff and I could really get used to it. I would love to be a househusband, but I don't think Ruth makes enough to keep me the way I'd like. We tried getting groceries together recently. We lived a good life for a while. Although Ruth noticed that her grocery bill went way down when we pooled resources, mine went way up. It turns out I just can't afford to eat that way. What a shame.
I want a ferret so badly. I could never afford one with the way things are now, but I guess I can still dream. Maybe it'll be enough motivation to get a good job. We'll see.
This whole thing feels really jilted and awkward. I can't tell if it's my mood or if it's 'cause I just got out of Latin and am still kinda in Elementary-School-sentence mode.
I'm cold.
I'm going to a Mosque tomorrow. It's for class. The ladies have to cover their heads and get to be off in their own section. I allowed myself to smirk tauntinly at my lady-friends, although it was probably impolite to tease, and more impolite to treat the hijab as a embarassment-worthy article of clothing. I think I'm still going to, though. |
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