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| July 10th, 2005 If I can remember them all, this will be a collection of various things I've been thinking about/experiencing in the past few days. We can start with the sob story I think everyone I know (and I few people I don't) have heard repeatedly since Thursday: I'm supposed to be in New Orleans right now. The plan was to go for Angie's bachelorette party. I opted out because of the Category 4 hurricane, "Dennis," bearing down on the Gulf Coast. Plus, and let's be honest here, how many hours of running around in the rain, searching for daiquiri bars does it take before it all gets old? Especially with eight women involved. Anyway, so I wanted to spend my weekend getting loaded and hanging out with my friends. Yeah, my friends suck! Not really, but I couldn't get a hold of anyone all weekend. Neither did I get any phone calls about festivities. I didn't spend all weekend inside. I did a good amount of shopping. Boy did I! And I met up with some of my friends last night. But it wasn't the blow-out it could have been. Of course, by the time I was invited to go down to lower Greenville (by Chuck, uber-cutie. I just want to put him in my pocket) I was too damn tired to go out. <sigh> Sidenote to Chuck, who doesn't read this anyway: Kurt Vonnegut is not dead. I told you! --- I found some fabulous new bed linens. The sheets are 400 thread count. The duvet cover wasn't exactly what I was looking for, but it's definately growing on me. Back to the sheets, wow, I just want to stay in bed. It's like sleeping on kittens. But without the bony lumps and pointy parts. The decorating has also reignited my plan to improve the walls of my room. One thing I've never liked about putting up pictures is that you either have to put up a bunch of smaller ones, strategically arranged, or one large one, scaled to the room. Well, I can't group pictures like my mom can, and I have yet to find a large picture I like enough to make a permanent fixture. My idea was actually spawned when I lived in Nashville. In a room with the ugliest wallpaper known to man. I can't believe I never took a picture of it. Anyway, Spring Break of 2003, I decided I had had enough. I conveniently forgot that my landlady told me not to paint over the wallpaper and I went to Wal-Mart and bought a gallon of paint and a gallon of primer. I picked a lovely shade of lavender and set to work. My original plan was to paint the room and then paint the kanji for "Peaceful Sleep" above the bed. I never got around to figuring out how to make a stencil big enough for the symbols. So, that never happened. Oh, and the landlady kept most of my deposit and had a hysterical fit about wanting wallpaper and not paint. I don't know what she was screeching about. I mean, the wallpaper was still there. It was just covered in a layer of paint. All of that leads us to the new plan: I thought about gathering quotes about sleeping and finding symbols for sleep and stuff like that in other languages and painting them on the wall behind my bed. I think it's a great idea, but I don't if I'll ever get around to the execution. If anyone has any ideas about making stencils for such things, let me know. --- Last week, I almost adopted a kitten at Pet Smart. Because his name was Donald. That would just cool. It wouldn't work if you named him yourself. A cat named Donald is one you would have to get prenamed. "Meet my cat, Donald." "Oh, don't mind the howling, that's just Donald." "Donald, get off that man's face." Donald, the Cat. I want one. --- Speaking of the four-legged terrors: I got new collars for my monsters. They aren't the flea-repelling kind, they are the decorative, colored type. With bells. Heh heh heh. I had no idea, actually, that the bells would cause the entertainment they have. My babies have never worn noisemaking devices before, so it's new to them to move and hear the noise. Eris will walk a few steps, stop and look around for the source of the noise, and upon not finding it, take a few more steps. The whole thing starts over again. I felt a little bad laughing, but not enough to take the bells off the collars. |