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Things are finally looking up!

2007-01-18T21:29:00.000-05:00

Not that things were looking down...they were just static, I suppose. The highlight of each day was being mobbed by my cats. However, things are about to get exciting! I was approved for my student loan (with NO co-signer!) which means I can finally move out of my childhood home and into a place of my own. This also means I won't fill my gas tank three times a week. Exciting happening number two is this: I am going to California over spring break to visit my dear friend Amber. I am also going to Tijuana, Mexico. I look forward to such things as; seeing my first palm tree, seeing my first cactus, not being robbed in the crap hole border-town that is Tijuana, and seeing the Pacific Ocean for the first time.

Just in case...

2006-11-27T23:13:00.000-05:00

I thought I should let everyone know that I will be away from the internet until the 11th. This is (I know Jaclyn feels me on this!) due to FINALS WEEK and term papers, etc...As a senior...I actually have to be strict! I shall return an exhausted woman after the 4th. This message is mostly to force myself to stay away from the computer!

To cheer things up a bit...

2006-11-13T09:42:00.000-05:00

after the sadness of my TREES *mourn* which I'm sure had you all weeping along with me...

This is probably the best picture I've ever seen in my life - well, recently, anyway...

TELEPORTATION!!!

Men as trees...

2006-11-11T17:48:00.000-05:00

I came home from work just now to discover that all the trees in my yard were being cut down. I understand the one dead tree in the back yard, but not the ones in front of my windows. I feel as if I'm going to die. Those close to me (and who used to be) know how difficult it is living in this house. One of the very few joys of living in this house was watching the squirrels play around on those trees. My stomach is digesting itself. I'm struggling desperately to hold back the tears. With the destruction of these trees comes the destruction of my dear squirrels' homes. The squirrels are so dear to me. They greet me when I leave the front door, following me to my car...they watch me do my homework and tease my cats...Regardless of whether or not the reader believes in totem animals, I recently was told by someone that my totem is the squirrel (just thought I'd throw that in for a melodramatic touch). In all seriousness, I feel like a part of my ability to feel joy is dying. I'm losing so much with these trees. I just now lost my fight with the tears. At any rate, I no longer have anything keeping me in this house. My happiness is gone.

Japanese Speech Contest!

2006-11-06T14:33:00.000-05:00

Everyone, please wish me luck and think of me tomorrow between 12pm and 1pm, as I will be entering my first Japanese speech contest at my university. The prize is $50 and I am really nervous!

2006-11-06T11:57:00.000-05:00

Dad: What's that thing on your desktop?

Me: What? What thing?

Dad: That thing! That photo!

Me: OOOH, you mean my wallpaper?

Dad: Yeah.

Me: Its a guinea pig dressed up like a bee.

Dad: ...

What the hell?

2006-10-31T14:50:00.000-05:00

Today, I walked into Borders a woman. I walked out the singer for an experimental jazz project. I'm interested to see how this turns out. I don't even like jazz!

I have no other option but to leave you with this: The Bee-nea pig.

Retirement is overrated.

2006-10-22T00:48:00.000-04:00

I was scanning the faculty of U of T's EAS graduate department, only to find that the professor I had my heart set on working with (not to mention all those long nights passionately reading her work as my toes curled and uncurled with excitement) has fucking retired! I never thought the word "emeritus" could make me feel so ill. There is another professor on the faculty; Atsuko Sakaki, who does work in gender studies...but its just not the same. I just don't know what to do...

Considering gender studies in Japanese literature alone - not to mention classical Japanese literature - is a fairly new field, its incredibly difficult for me to find a graduate program that not only has Japanese literature, but also faculty members interested in gender studies. It doesn't help that Dr. Sakaki is far more intimidating than Dr. Arntzen. Oh well, I shall perservere! When I write my first book, I'll get you all signed copies.

2006-10-15T17:10:00.000-04:00

When I can afford to buy a new car, I'm going to buy the Honda Fit. Here it is, oh-so-cute, fuel efficient, and spacious* yet compact! Of COURSE I'll be buying it in Orange.

Vroom vroom!

*The website tells me you can fit a llama inside!

This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen in my life...

2006-10-07T21:21:00.000-04:00

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/kenya/

GO THERE!

You fight like a married couple!

2006-09-28T02:19:00.002-04:00

A friend of mine and her boyfriend have increased their fighting schedule to where I could set my watch by it! Its gotten so bad that whenever I go over, I have to leave because they start fighting, then they start sending me the "silent signals"(dun dun duuuun!) that inform me that its time to hit the dusty trails. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to say as I was leaving, "All right, I'll just leave you two lovebirds to your romantic evening..." Its not my place to get involved, but I am tired of being caught in the middle! I would certainly like to find a nice young man to heal my heart and help me start over, but watching them is turning me off the idea. I often joke about preferring my cats to men, but I'm beginning to think that devoting myself to their overwhelming feline fantasy wouldn't be such a bad idea. I mean, which would you rather bed?

This muscle-bound, man-god - who'd probably try to stick his penis in you or some other obnoxious act...

Orrrrrrrrrr....

This fantastic, fluffy feline, who wants nothing more than to bathe you in 'cute' rays and shove his cottonball paws in your nose?

Those in good taste - as well as mind - would choose the latter.

BEHOLD!

2006-09-25T16:48:00.000-04:00

The Canon Wordtank V80. At last, I have the electronic Japanese to English Kanji Dictionary that I've always wanted! It even comes with a stylus for bad-ass writing recognition on the go!

2006-09-24T01:06:00.000-04:00

NUBBERS DIDN'T MAKE IT!!! I just got home from eating ENDLESS SHRIMP with Brad, and poor little nubs was gone...

Big Nub

2006-09-22T02:25:00.000-04:00

Tonight, I went to Meijer with Dana and Joe. They were grocery shopping and I was there to get school supplies. I was looking at the fish when I spied this completely beaten up betta. He no longer had a tail, and had only one fin! As soon as I saw him, I was overcome by the need to buy this little guy and take him home. I don't think anyone else would have wanted a fish that was all nubs. He had already been through so much...I just wanted to give him the loving home he deserves. Now he is chillin' on top of my computer desk next to my bamboo plants. God, if only I could describe how cute his little nub fin is when he swims around. He's so tough that he still swims normally. He's such a sweetheart. I already love the little guy so much. Coincidentally, my beloved, departed betta Margaret was red as well.

What should I name this swarthy warrior of the deep? I keep calling him 'Nubbers', but that can't be very good. He deserves a noble name. Any ideas?

2006-09-13T00:35:00.000-04:00

Dear Fluff,

You are really awesome. I love the way you climb on top of me and smush your paws onto my lips and nose. You really know how to keep the romance alive. No boy can cuddle me the way you do. You are the only man I need.

Love,

Heather

2006-08-24T22:40:00.000-04:00

I finally have a picture of the shrug I finished not too long ago...I like it so much, I want to make a winter version. haha...and yes, Mike, my fingers DO bleed sometimes...if by bleeding, you mean really sore...

*photo taken by Mike when he ambushed me as I left the bathroom...

Thank you, Tylenol PM!

2006-08-21T23:19:00.000-04:00

Why didn't anyone ever tell me that sleeping pills would solve all of my problems? No wonder I was sleeping all of the time - I was getting a sack of balls for rest. A SACK OF BALLS.

A reunion seven years in the making...

2006-08-17T22:07:00.000-04:00

Its about time. We haven't seen each other for so many years. He was my best friend in highschool. We spent hours just sitting in Starbucks and in spite of all the years, we didn't miss a beat. I didn't want the night to end.

Thanks for a great dinner and a great time, Mike. It was sooo good to see you again.

I'm really glad I can call you my friend again.

Blood on the wall

2006-08-17T05:32:00.000-04:00

It happened again! I mentioned in my livejournal that I had been the victim of a nocturnal attack from Mosquiton. The first attack left me with three very itchy wounds. I woke up and turned on the light, trying to find the attacker, and during my search, IT BIT MY TOE!

Well the second wave of assault (an army of one, just like the commercials) left me with SEVEN WELTS. What the hell? I awoke slowly from itching myself subconsiously. It took me a minute to realize that I had once again fallen victim to the ongoing war between humans and Mosquiton. The welts were huge - as big as me eyeballs! I turned on the light, desperately hoping I could find the fucker and squash him - squash him real good. I happened to glance at the wall, and I saw what I thought was a nail. No! My eyes were decieved by their clever camoflauge. What I truly saw was the most engorged mosquitonian I have ever seen! So I squashed him - I squashed him real good. The resulting fray left my hand and my wall spattered with blood. MY BLOOD!

N.B. Blood on the wall is actually a really awesome band.

Kimono my house

2006-08-14T12:47:00.000-04:00

Got a call from Miyako Japanese Steak House. I am now a hostess (with the mostest? har har har) until a server position opens up. I need to get some yukata pronto. I'm afraid my kimono would be too hot, and I don't have the right undergarments, as its serving as a wall hanging right now.

2006-08-14T00:36:00.000-04:00

Heaven on Earth

2006-08-11T22:35:00.000-04:00

I think I'm going to create a new blog where I can store pictures of my different knitting, sewing, and other creative projects...Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of a couple of the things I'm most proud of...

Maxin' and relaxin'

2006-08-07T21:58:00.000-04:00

Not the best picture, but this is how I spent the better part of my day. That cream-colored blob next to me is Fluff.

A snippet from a conversation with Mat Paskins...

2006-08-06T11:38:00.000-04:00

about hedgehogs, I'm embarassed to say. But this story was too cute.

Hello Heather

Amy and I sat in vigil by a hedgehog once. It was trembling and puckering and looked like it wouldn't last. There was a trail of blood behind it.

Then it woke up, had a lick of the 'blood', which was tomato ketchup, and waddled into the night. There was a kebab box tipped on its side just nearby, so obviously it had just had a dodgy kebab.

Wild and Crazy party...

2006-08-04T03:17:00.000-04:00

Not really. It was fun, though. Met some 'theeesssppppppiannnnn' who was very short. I didn't look at him very much. I was too busy bein' rad.

Free Internet, BITCHES.

2006-07-31T20:26:00.000-04:00

SOME sucker who lives near me has gotten wireless internet. I am stealing their signals, buwhahaha. bitches.

Holy Wow!

2006-07-25T11:31:00.000-04:00

I was looking at pictures of cats on the internet, as I often do, and came across this incredible site for Bengal Cats! Mrow!

It doesn't seem like much until you click on the photos of each cat! Then you are presented with an ACTION SHOT! Just to give you a taste...

My favorite part is how they pick up the cat, hold it up in front of some "exotic plant" like a palm leaf, and stretch it out so it looks like the cat is pouncing. Priceless.

Yesterday...

2006-07-24T14:48:00.000-04:00

I spent nine hours in the emergency room with my grandma. She had been sick all weekend with a stomachache, so Sunday morning when she was still in bed at 7am, I knew something was wrong. So I took her to the emergency room at 7:30. For some reason, the emergency room was filled with senior citizens! There are a million stereotypes that come to mind, but out of respect for my grandma, I shall refrain. Although, it was interesting to note that - thanks to hospital gowns - I could see that, yes, grannies really do wear 'granny underwear'.

Anyway, my grandma was put on an IV drip that made her a bit loopy, so I did my best to construct a pillow for her out of her shirt and to make sure she had a sheet over her. The awesome doctors were so negligent as to let her IV run out for an hour and let her heart monitor wail an alarm of malfunction. There weren't any rooms available, so we had to hang out in emergency for said nine hours. I told the nurse that my grandma was diabetic and she needed to eat. The nurse replied, "Well, she should have eaten before she came to the emergency room!" My jaw dropped and my brain bled from her stupidity. Ok, let's say I just cut off my arm. Better head to the emergency room... But wait! I might be there for a few hours and I'm diabetic, so I'd better go get a happy meal first. Needless to say, they call it an emergency for a reason. Idiots...

I hadn't gotten any sleep the previous night, so I fashioned a bed out of the two chairs in the room and tried to sleep. It didn't work, but you can't blame me for trying. I felt worse for my grandma. She felt horrible, but was on a stretcher for so long...I was relieved when she finally got a room. I hated seeing my grandma hooked up to all these tubes and monitors...

The doctors wouldn't tell us anything that was going on, but through the occasional nurse, we learned that something was wrong with her heart and that she was being admitted to the hospital. She's still there today. I don't think its anything serious, but she's my grandma. Those who know me know that we are extremely close. I couldn't sleep last night, knowing that she wasn't in her own bed. Hopefully she will come home tomorrow.

Probably the best picture EVER.

2006-07-16T22:35:00.000-04:00

Whoever marries me gets to see this EVERY NIGHT.

Inter-racial dating...

2006-07-14T00:36:00.000-04:00

Boy oh boy am I playing with fire! I was raised in a household of PC's...but tomorrow after the trial, I'm heading to the Apple store to buy a MAC NOTEBOOK! My mom will never speak to me again (she's a computer programmer, of sorts). I've done my research. I've made my decision. Yes, I'm using part of my student loan to buy it, but I consider it an investment for my future. The computer I have has been in service since 2000. It has Windows ME for christ's sake! It crashes multiple times a day, its SLOW, I can't upgrade anything - worst OS ever! Besides, I'll be entering grad school in a couple years, and I'll be leaving for Japan in a matter of months. I need a portable computer so I can work anywhere. Now I can be one of those fuckernauts who cruises Myspace while sitting in class. Or not...because my BRAIN IS SO BIG IT WON'T ALLOW IT! I kid, I kid. Anyway, this bad boy comes with a free IPOD NANO! Not only will I become a more efficient, productive, academic-in-training, but I will transform into a well-oiled machine (listening to my nano while running will keep me motivated to exercise). Also, having both laptop and nano in tow will make my 14 hour flight to the land of the rising sun MUCH more bearable.

Belated photos from 4th of July...

2006-07-11T22:25:00.000-04:00

With a tummy full of matzo balls, I bring you some photos of my 4th of July celebration.

I think of it more as a gathering, because there were NO FIREWORKS! Fireworks are my most favorite non-living thing. I was more than disappointed...But I made up for it by eating until I almost threw up and had to sit in a recline chair because the deck chair was too sharp of an angle! haha..

The day began with Aaron and Adam playing basketball. Lisa and I didn't want to get sweaty, so we sat it out.

Adam

Aaron

Fooooood. God...delicious.

Cake and Champaggin!

Why do I have to do this again?

2006-07-08T23:54:00.000-04:00

In the beginning of May, I had to testify against a doctor for sexual misconduct. I was cross-examined for four hours and was left considerably shaken. I couldn't sleep for days, hearing the voices of the court preceedings echo in my head. I was told that I wouldn't have to testify again. But tonight I received a voicemail from the detective telling me he had a subpoena for me to appear in court next Friday. I was cross-examined for FOUR HOURS. What else could I possibly have to say? I cried the entire way home. I'm still recovering from my nervous breakdown last November. I cannot do this again. I can't. I fucking can't.

Pictures from Tastefest...

2006-07-04T14:36:00.000-04:00

I had to snap these really fast because my friends kept leaving me in the dust! Plus, I couldn't get that many, because I forgot that Detroiters are just really pissy people.

I got my samosas and my british cider, but the samosas had no curry and the cider was watered down!

And last, but not least, a bike for Jaclyn:

Detroit Tastefest!

2006-07-03T00:22:00.000-04:00

www.tastefest.org

Tomorrow and the next day (4th of July) will be spent eating all thefrom the American Masala tent and drinking all of the from the British Ales tent! When I am done, I shall look like this:

I love Detroit!

World, I'd like you to meet Hector.

2006-06-19T13:22:00.000-04:00

Hector is Adam and Lisa's new puppy.

Here is Ernie, their original pug.

Shopping for bridesmaid dresses...

2006-06-04T22:30:00.000-04:00

My sister is getting married this December, and I am a bridesmaid. Therefore, I had to go shopping with the other bridesmaids for dresses. Now all I need is a hot date!
Here is the Matron of Honor and me modeling the first dress we tried on. All the bridesmaid dresses will be in dark purple, but they didn't have that color in the store. We had to resort to trying on a rainbow of colors in the dresses we liked.

This is the second dress we picked out.

This is the dress we finally decided on.

The bridesmaids: Me, Krista, and Peyton.

And last but not least, My sister's rat Dora and me.

New haircut/color...

2006-06-02T22:47:00.000-04:00

I look like a cat! A calico cat! But unfortunately, you can't see that from the photos. It wasn't intended, but when I saw my hair for the first time, the tails in the back made me think of the twins from Thundercats. haha.

I was just going to get a trim, but it was so hot that I told her to shave it all off.

Summer, summer...

2006-05-30T22:27:00.000-04:00

I wasn't ready for this heat wave. I'm right in the middle of re-arranging my room and removing unwanted furniture. That desperate need to rid myself of any access baggage has resurfaced. I'm trying to weed out my clothes until I have but one dresser to my name. At present, I have two: one with two drawers for sweaters, shirts that don't stay on hangers, and my jeans/skirt drawer. Another with much smaller drawers to hold socks, underwear, pajamas and exercise clothes. My goal is to acquire but a single dresser endowed with many drawers. Thanks to the scorching heat and suffocating humidity, progress is slow.

In an effort to bring more happiness into my life, I've been knitting like one possessed. I stayed up all night working on a shrug. I've also managed to procure a viola instructor. Now all I need to do is procure the viola and concert hall filled with adoring fans. Anyone want to book me for a joint musical endeavor?

I have tentative plans next Sunday to meet up with a certain gentleman named Chad; I haven't seen him in over five years. I have no idea what to expect, but I think it would be good for me to have more friends than just one.

Yesterday, I drove to a little house on Wyandotte Street in Royal Oak to watch my friend Steve perform. I was sitting outside on the steps waiting for him to finish sound-checking and I missed the entire performance. Such is the way of experimental noise. I did manage to wiggle my way down to the sweaty basement where I was dripped upon by the ceiling, and rubbed against by a chubby shirtless wonder. A man was dressed as a bear and drinking a forty through his fuzzy bear head. Then the inebriated crowd went crazy over some band who thought they were the first to discover circuit-bending. They had potential, but got a little overzealous. After they finished their set, I climbed up from the abyss of stink and talked to this boy called Milo who I knew from dinner parties I used to go to. We both knit, and he told me about how he was currently working on a baby blanket to send to Kimyah Dawson. Apparently, she got knocked up. Here is Steve as I found him; wandering the streets of Royal Oak, smelling eerily similar to a certain alcoholic I know. Apparently, I lack a chin and a jawline.

My verdict for the night?

-99% of men are apparently under the impression that B.O. attracts the ladies.

Summer symphony

2006-05-24T23:09:00.000-04:00

Ever since I was a little girl, nothing made me happier than the sound of the tree frogs outside. Their song filled the night air and wrapped me in a sense of security; much the way cool, freshly shaved legs under sheets makes me feel. In Michigan, we are hosts to the Eastern Gray Tree frog, featured here:

You can listen to the same sounds I'm listening to right now at this site
... Don't let the name fool you. No crickets here...

I will do my best to find a famous (within the bounds of Grady House) photo of me as a baby button, brown as a nut and speaking to a tree frog that was sitting on the edge of my pool.

The Davinci Code...

2006-05-20T00:49:00.000-04:00

left me with one dream, and one dream only - to one day run as fast in heels as Audrey Tautou does.

Fin

Will someone please buy me this?

2006-05-18T20:56:00.000-04:00

http://www.etsy.com/view_item.php?listing_id=161676

it's as if they reached into my soul and recorded my most inner thoughts!

Oops...

2006-05-17T13:21:00.000-04:00

I will repost a welcoming entry when Ross' rents actually get here. haha.

Crap, guys!

2006-05-16T23:22:00.000-04:00

I think I've caught me a case of broncho-itis*

*The spelling of 'broncho' is in tribute to my highschool mascot, not the 'bronco', but 'bronCHO'. I will forever spell it this way.

My dad is funnier than your dad.

2006-05-14T22:34:00.000-04:00

I came home from work tonight to find that my dad had made me a 'to-do' list for tomorrow. Note the sly jabs at my alledged habit of sleeping too much.

2006-05-12T22:52:00.000-04:00

MOST HAUNTED MARATHON!!!

Down with the food industry!

2006-05-11T23:47:00.000-04:00

The darkness is swallowing me. My only hope is to ride to salvation on the back of my trusty steed, Fluff. But on my way out, I shall fire beebee's into the asses of all of the customers (save Carey, Mr. Mustache, and the daughter of Mr. Mustache). Am I pathetic because the cafe is causing my soul to fester? Am I losing my grip on sanity from too many soiled and improperly disposed napkins? Or does it boil down to the obligitory hat? Dear God, I'm just not sure anymore! Some moments, I think its from too many customers who, upon failing to see the myriad waste recepticals around them, choose to leave their wadded, chewing gum-adorned napkins on the table. I sometimes tell myself 'it must be a present!' But mostly, I feel its the hat. It acts as a blinder - obscuring my vision from above; preventing me from aspiring any higher than my hat brim allows. MADAM, I AM NOT A DRAFT HORSE!

My poor cat....

2006-05-07T11:55:00.000-04:00

went on a little misadventure this morning. I woke up and heard a cat meowing repeatedly, but figured one of the cats was dragging a toy mouse or bottle cap around. Then I went downstairs with my laundry and none of the cats were meowing. I went back upstairs and hunted down the sound. Turns out my dad had accidentally locked my poor Tigger in the attic! I opened up the door and he was covered in dust and cobwebs. I cleaned off his whiskers and gave him a good cuddle. he kept looking back at the attic with either fear or disgust. I couldn't tell which.

The Holy Trinity

-Tig is on the bottom right.

Urban adventure.

2006-05-04T15:55:00.000-04:00

Last night saw me at The Magic Stick, in D-town. I made sure to bring my muscles with me:

Upon entering the venue (to see Pinback) our trio came across the sad realization that "we were just too old for this sort of thing". We've reached the depressing point in our lives where sitting on the couch watching Family Guy is more appealing than having sex. Or anything else that requires exhursion of energy.

Dave and I watched in amusement as Aaron became increasingly drunk. He insisted on giving a high-five to anyone who passed. There wasn't a single person who ignored him and everyone left with a big smile on their face. I filed this moment away in the, 'magical moments in Heather's life' file.

What was decidedly LESS magical was when this gelatinous whale of a man decided to slap me firmly on the ass. In a freak error of judgement, I had decided to stretch right as he passed, and through beer goggles, I unintentionally may have looked like this: This moment was filed in the "best left forgotten" file of Heather's memory.

Pinback:

Another sort of pinback:

P.S. I forgot to mention that I ran into my old highschool friend who I hadn't seen since I was about 17! Introducing Ben Broquet:
Meet the 'Muscles':

Aaron Verska: Polish. Has big muscles. Has the insatiable need to make noises whenever in transit.

David Laurence Graul II: Has eerily similar initials to me. Not so muscular. Makes up for lack of muscles in height. Eats too many coney dogs (he had four that day).

OK Jaclyn, here's the proof.

2006-05-01T03:01:00.000-04:00

That Ross cannot control his urges to snap photos of little children in a 20-mile radius!

I have absolutely nothing to do today until work...

2006-04-30T14:49:00.000-04:00

So I resort to taking pictures of my cats.

This is by far my most favorite painting ever.

2006-04-26T22:42:00.000-04:00

I want to live in this world.

Whoever can guess what this is...

2006-04-26T21:03:00.000-04:00

Gets a prize....maybe.

2006-04-26T17:49:00.000-04:00

I came home from the gym today and started to trim my rabbit's claws. Tommy is a fierce one, and after much wiggling and grunting, he delicately but painfully nipped my neck. He did it really slowly, as if to test my reflexes. haha. I felt something like this:

2006-04-23T12:09:00.000-04:00

ROSS!

2006-04-21T17:41:00.000-04:00

This is in reference to my comment about Diamond Dogs, found on Jonny's blog...

this one?

or this one?

"I bet 'cha dog poop tastes better than that!" - some fat kid...

2006-04-17T23:24:00.000-04:00

While working on my translation work in preparation for the final, I'm watching "Honey, we're killing the kids!" which (since all of my readers aren't American) is a new show on TLC where they take fat parents with fat kids and use this computer program to show how disgusting and unhealthy they will look when they are 40 years old. They give them a three-week healthy eating/exercise regime to improve their lives. The part that makes my bowels cramp with laughter is how the simple task of cooking (which I consider almost an instinctive skill) is so foreign and scary to these people! This one woman stared at an avocado (one of my favorite fruits) and had absolutely NO idea what to do with it!!! Her sausage-like fingers struggled to crack the code that would allow her access to the squishy inner realm of the avocado. When they show the sloppy attempts at making a freshly cooked meal, it's clear that these people have never used anything in their kitchen besides the microwave. It suprises me that they can find the silverware... Anyway, these people make these delicious meals, with squid, or tofu, things I'm drooling over at home. To my horror, their gelatinous children gag and vomit. The parents scrunch up their faces. The only explanation I can think of is that their toxin-loaded bodies are actually REJECTING anything that doesn't have an 80% crap content! Only in America would one find such a shocking level of underdevelopment. This reminds me of the time when Ross and I were on the bus coming back from Bradford City Centre and this fat woman was giving her fat toddler coke in a baby bottle. Ok, I just realized that this rant was completely pointless and soley for the purpose of keeping me away from my work...ugh...back I go....I still have three essays to write...

Can you tell that I like my cat?

2006-04-16T11:36:00.000-04:00

Since it was such a beautiful and sunny day, Fluff and I decided to celebrate it by having a nap party under a tent made out of my 'special blanket'. It was incredibly cozy and all sorts of awesome. It's too bad that my cameraphone doesn't take better pictures...

Fluff in my drawer...

2006-04-13T00:16:00.000-04:00

However, Jaclyn...

2006-04-12T01:16:00.000-04:00

This sort of Gerber daisy, I like:

This is for Ross...

2006-04-11T02:02:00.000-04:00

I am a puffer fish! Putt putt putt!

ADD

2006-04-10T02:41:00.000-04:00

Instead of sleeping (I have to be up for work in four hours), I created this: a choppy photoshop rendition of my future tank.

Ross will enjoy this...

2006-04-10T01:49:00.000-04:00

I have decided that to cheer myself up, I need to pick a hobby that is easy to sustain. I have many other hobbies, but school and work stop me from enjoying them as often as I would like. Lately, I have been toying with the idea of getting serious about fish-keeping. I love my fish. I have four spotted cories who are the sweetest little guys ever. Besides the mandatory filters, fake plants, and air bubbler, I don't do much else except feed them, change the water, and fall asleep watching them swim. With the recent purchase of a proper hood and not-so-proper light, I am even more inspired to buy a heater, another filter to replace the one that broke (I keep two running, usually) buy a master water testing kit, so I can control the Ph levels and keep weaker fish alive, buy a light that is made for live plants, and finally....*drum role please* adopt some neon tetras, guppies and a few more cories. I need fish that are small and have similar water requirements to my cories. I am so excited. This is a hobby that I can enjoy without loads of time commitments. Just once a week for daily enjoyment. I also want to move my fish tank from my desk by the window to a stand by my bed. That way, I can have the fancy light on and actually see it! Then when Ross comes to visit me, he can enjoy the fish, too! Maybe he would like to help me pick out my fishies?

Ross, this website is for you, dude: http://www.ratemyfishtank.com

Just killing time...

2006-04-10T00:12:00.000-04:00

waiting for Ross to call. Always keeps a lady waiting, he does.

Exciting highlights in the Life of Heather:

-I bought a REAL hood with light for my fish tank. Good-bye rusting mesh lid for fish-tanks that have hamsters in them! Hello garish super-market fluorescent light (but it CAME with the hood!!!)!

I was hoping for this look:

But I fear that this may be closer to the truth...

Hairtcut continued...

2006-04-05T02:30:00.000-04:00

Right before I was getting ready to leave, Crystal's completely stoned neighbor Ian (who she had never spoken to before) walked in preceeded by the tiniest little dog ever! We didn't even care that there was some creepy fucker in the apartment! This dog was the answer to all of the world's problems! Her name is Foxy. I tried to steal her.

Haircut.

2006-04-05T01:58:00.000-04:00

Today, I got my hair cut and had Crystyle work her coloring magic. I now have "random" (but not really random) pieces of coloring. It looks really nice like a peacock, but unfortunately my cellphone does not take the best photos for intricate detail.

P.S. I had to delete some previous posts because for some reason, they didn't display right in Explorer...the sidebar is still messed up, though...

Under the guise of 'social comm-en-tar-eee'...

2006-03-29T21:22:00.000-05:00

I will make a post about Barbie dolls.

It has come to my attention that Matel has released a new line of MyScene Barbies, called "MyScene My Bling-Bling". After I got off the floor from laughing myself silly, I realized with horror that Matel is grooming the next generation of women into an army of....

CLUBBERS!!!

...tacky, tacky clubbers. Upon seeing this repugnant pest drunkily searching for a place to let loose a shower of electric blue vomit, I, too, become violently nauseated and I am consumed by a seething hate. A HATE TO LAST THE AGES!!! I never would have thought in my wildest dreams that little girls would aspire to be this vile creature of the night.

At any rate, these dolls have lips that are bigger than their foreheads.

I suppose I can appreciate the magical draw of sparkly things. Being half-magpie as a child, anything glittery won my heart. Stare and stare for hours, I would...Its hard to say if I would have noticed the social connotations of these bling-bling dolls. I probably wouldn't have thought much, since my brain would have been turned to mush by how glittery their giant lips were.