There's a lot of countdowns going on right now. As of today, it is ten days until my three month anniversary with Aaron, ten days until my 21st birthday, one month and about 7 days until I go to Chicago for a National Honors Convetion and now I can start a graduation countdown, but I wont since it involves too much math.
I will be spending my 21st birthday with Aaron. There was some deliberations about that in an earlier entry and it had never occured to me that he wanted to spend my birthday (and our anniversary) with me. He had never brought it up, so I just assumed he didn't want to. Then I started thinking about all my other birthdays and how I would spend those and I came to the same conclusion...with him. So I am.
Life in general is going pretty good over here. My classes aren't kicking my ass too much, I'm a research assistant for a textbook one of my profs is writing and I have the joy of knowing that it is my senior year and I do NOT have to take Videotaping or Imaging.
I love living off campus. It's another one of life's simple joys. I'm close enough that I can (and do) walk to school every day. I like coming home to my own room and my own little space in the world. My roommate Marc is a good time. We're both pretty busy and running around a lot, but usually we run into each other in the living room around 6:30 for an hour of the Simpsons or some Joe Schmo.
And then there's Duke.
Duke is Marc's cat. She's a beautiful cat. She's so pretty and yet she's the biggest bitch in the world. I don't put up with Duke, Duke puts up with me. It's her house and she likes to remind me of that. She tips over the garbage can, tries to bite my feet and just plain doesn't like me.
Before I moved in, I figured that it would take some time but that Duke would learn to love me. I'd pet her, she's sit next to me on the couch, we'd be friends. None of that has happened and I'd be willing to put money on the fact that it never will.
When you were younger, did you every just want to be friends with that one popular kid and just have them acknowledge your presence in a way that made you feel a little special? That's how I feel with this cat. I just want her to be my friend, or at least acknoweldge me in a way that says "You're more than some person I pass by in the hallway. You're my roommate"
No, I'm not crazy. I just love animals and when one doesn't like me, I feel offended.
My brother met Duke and he was very upset that the cat didn't like him.
The first time Aaron met Duke, he thought that she him because she licked his had. I told him that is was an act and that the cat really doesn't like anyone. That was on Friday. By Sunday, the two of them would bat at each other and meow or curse when they passed in the kitchen.
I hope one day in the future I can write about how Duke and I are friends, but I just don't see that day happening. So one day if you see a story on the news about a cat killing a person, make plans to come to my funeral.
Duke, if you're reading this...please be my friend!
(Bekah, thanks for the IM the other day. It's always nice to know that people do read this)