May 16, 2003 :: 11:50 p.m.
cats don't do shit like this
Being home from school has really been hell on my updating schedule, hasn't it? Damn the lack of a speedy, permanent internet connection. Seriously - next time I think about downloading something, will someone please reach through the monitor and slap the living shit out of me? Because it just took me 35 minutes to download a 3 megabyte file. Gah. Death to dial-up.
Another reason that I haven't written is that my computer was at Adam's house for the last two days, being gutted and reassembled and wiped clean and reformatted so many times that if I had any money to speak of I'd have given it all to him by now. I would be in such a bottomless pit with my temperamental computer if it weren't for him - he rocks. I already knew that, though. Tomorrow is our 2 1/2 year "monthiversary," so we're planning on a trip to the planetarium and probably dinner out. It'll be fun times. I was hoping our Pearl Jam tickets would be here by now, but alas. He already knows about them anyway, so it doesn't matter too much, I guess.
Our sleepover was excellent, as always. We made lots of yummy food and just hung around and enjoyed each other's company. There's nothing better, to me, than spending the day with Adam - just being around him gives me all sorts of happies. He might sleep over here tomorrow night, which would be muy exciting. It also means that I have to clean up a bit, because my room has changed very little since I first moved everything in. Read: it's still a huge pile of boxes, only now the boxes have clothes hanging all over them.
Ooh, Eliza Dushku is going to be on Carson Daly's dumb late-night talk show in a bit. I think I'm going to have to mosey on down to the living room and watch that, because, as we all know, I have a big old Girl Crush on Ms. Dushku. Also, I have nothing better to do. And I suppose I shouldn't be too hard on Carson Daly; I did attend a filming of the show once, after all. Only to see Rufus, though. The main guest was some sports guy. Incredibly uninteresting. I have a tape of that show around here someplace, I think. No one knows for sure.
Oh, god. My dog has developed a thoroughly reprehensible habit that I seriously just cannot believe. When I came home last night, my mom told me that Buddy isn't allowed upstairs anymore. He eats the cat food. He ate some CAT VOMIT. Yes, you heard me. But that's not the worst part. Both my mother and myself have been on the proverbial rag during the past week. It's a 'women living together' thing. Nothing unusual. Until the dog decides to take used pads out of the trash, chew on them, play with them, and leave bloody paw prints all over the carpet, that is. I could make a "bloodhound, ha ha" joke here, but I won't. It's just too gross. So technically he's banished to the first floor, at least until there are no more... ugh... tempting feminine hygiene products lying around. He's really not, though. He's up here right now, sacked out next to my desk. We never actually have the heart to enforce such laws around here, at least not when they concern animal-types. They rule the house with menstrual blood-covered paws. Blech.
No... he hasn't done that again, actually. I just wanted to clear that up, lest you think we let the pets run around chewing up used toiletries at will. I'm hoping it really was a limited time only (!) activity.
Anyway... it's almost 1:30 now, so I'm going to take my very sleepy ass downstairs, get a much-needed beverage, and watch Eliza Dushku be way hotter than I'll ever be. And then I'm going to bed, because I look and feel very much like the walking dead right now.
Ciao.
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