OH, KITTY UPDATE.

OH OH OH, 

We got a new foster kitten named Victoria. Blain LOVES her, and has decided that she is HIS kitten, and I'm not allowed to play with her. For the first time, out of all the cats in and out of here, she likes him more than me. So he is pretty excited. She is always snuggling with him, and sleeping all curled up on his pillow.

She is a total friggin sweetheart. The most well-behaved kitten on the planet. Total snuggle monster. Her new name is Poppy =)

I'm totes getting another foster cat though. I don't even care what Blain thinks/says. It's my apartment too, and I will fill to the mother effing BRIM with cats. MWAHHHAHAHHAAH.

Pixie would have loved this. New kitties to play with all the time. *sigh* I'm beginning to forget what it was like having her. Losing memories is so hard. Atleast I have pictures and a few videos. =(

Flip flops + rain = bad news bears.

SO.

I just got back from my exam about 30 mins ago. Essentially today was fucking BRUTE. It seemed to be a bit cloudy out when I was leaving the house, but figured I would still be OK in flip flops, as it wasn't particularly cold.

That was without a doubt the worst decision of my day.

Blain came with me to the bus stop, so he could travel on to buy groceries for dinner. I am legit 20 mins early for the bus. I see it coming and get out of the bus shelter and go to the sidewalk. Mother fucker passes me. 

I almost lost my shit. Like hardcore. 

I had to squish my way down King St in my fucking flip flops, sliding all over the place like a complete doucher. Because of this, I obviously could not walk very fast, and it was becoming more and more present with every passing moment that I was going to be late for my exam.

ANYWAYS, I end up rounding the corner into my classroom a couple seconds after 7:00. Solid. So I'm standing in the middle of my class, lookin' haggard and stressed as ever, with no fucking desk to sit at. Legit wanted a meteorite to hit my classroom in that moment.  The exam was decently easy. Not feeling like a 90%, but deff not a fail, so overall, great success. I finished it in about 30 mins, making the whole trip fairly useless.

I'm just glad it's over with.

I still have one small assignment left that I have to do by next Tuesday. I figure I'll hand in my assignment, get my student card, and meet with my academic advisor in the same day. Three birds, one stone.

I dig it.

Dear Waldo,

Hello baby boy. I hope you know that I didn't let those people take you because I didn't love you, because trust me, I definitely did. You have been such a good boy the last few weeks, and I'm so happy that you're going to have a friend to play with at your new house. 

I hope you are nice to her! She seems like a lovely kitty. I hope you'll be best friends with her. Maybe then you won't miss the herd so much =(. I hope you know that you are going to a safe place, and not back to animal control. I would never do that to you baby boy. Never ever.

 

They are going to love you forever, mister. I promise.

This hurts a lot. I wonder if it gets any easier to say goodbye to them. Fostering is tough =(.

Summah school is for SQUARRREEESSS.

I'm not sure if I mentioned this, but I got into McMaster University (wehooo!). BUT, in order to be enrolled as a second year student in September, I have to take a course this spring. It's twice a week, Mondays and Wednesday from 7 - 10 PM. Balls, I know. Buuut the first class was pretty awesome, minus an obnoxiously loud guy sitting next to me. It always bothers me when people are loud during lectures. WHY are you even there!? Why pay $500 to come sit in a class and not pay attention?! FRIGG.

Maybe I'm a nerd. Mehh. Regardless, I love school, and am very excited to be back in it after having a whole semester off =).

My building is having balcony repairs done, and that shit is ridiculously loud. A letter was put on my door informing me that they start on my balcony tomorrow. That should be just friggin LOOOVELY. I work early anyways, so I suppose that really doesn't matter. 

OH OH! And after work tomorrow, my momma is going to come pick me up and I'm going home for a few days. WEHOOOOO! My sister is going to be there too, so it should be a good time. We are going to have a BBQ =). I luhh cheezburgerz. 

Maybe I won't be late for tonight's class, now that I know where it is, haha. 

HOLLER.

Reason #120854 why I love Blain.

Last night, while snuggling in bed, we got to talking about our plans to get another kitty friend for Blinx. Every night since we lost Pixie, she has cried at our door, and one of us has had to wake up at approx. 6 AM to lay on the couch with her =(. There were these adorable orange kittens on the animal control website, and I'm serrrrriously hoping that they are being fostered by TCR (the shelter I foster for) so I can call shotgun on the fluffy oneee. ANYWAYS, so as we are discussing this, I ask "What should we name her?" and without even hesitating he replies, "Poppy".

Poppy was the name Pixie had when we first got her (Cuteness rating OFF THE CHARTS).

He had put serious thought into this, as since day one, he has wanted to get another girl. And that was the reason: So we could name her after our baby. Gaaaaah, that boy melts my heart. It always blows my mind how caring and sensitive he is. I didn't think any guy was like that, but I'm beginning to think they are all. They're just better at hiding it then us girls =).

Aaaanyways, it's payday/give-up-all-my-money-to-pay-bills day. But not before I buy a dress for this weekend. BOOOOOYAAAAA.

Mah baby is back home where she belongs =)

...mind you, she is in an urn. But I mean, it's better than nothing. It came in a box filled with packing peanuts, and I just KNOW she was loving it in there. If she were alive, she would have went APE SHIT over that box. I definitely cried when we walked out of there, my little baby tucked away in a box in my arms. 

We went to Dairy Queen, and had 2 for 1 Blizzards (I had a coupon. I know, I'm 57 years old). That made me feel a little better. But I couldn't help but think that the last time I was in that DQ was two weeks ago, and Pixie was with us. Only that time, she was alive. =(

Gaaaaaah. 

Blain and I randomly went to get haircuts today, at a school for hair design. This could have ended in disaster, buuut we only paid $7 each, so I mean...it was worth the risk. Blain looks like a little baby, SO cute, and I'm fairly partial to my new doo as well.

PAY DAY TOMORROWWWWWWWWWWW!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

But, it's bed time for now. Blain is being a big grumposaurus. 

HOLLA.

"Fighting" FAILS.

I generally like most movies. I'm passive like that. As long as it has something going for it, I'm down. However, this movie I genuinely did not like. And it's not because it's  fighting movie; I'm fine with these types of movies. 

*POTENTIAL SPOILERS*

From the get-go the movie started up really fast, delving right into the story, which I appreciate in movies. However, it seemed WAY over edited. Suddenly Terrance Howard and Channing Tatum's characters are fucking chums? Out of nowhere, its a known fact that Channing went to college? When was this mentioned? He is SO confidant in Channing's fighting skills after seeing him punch like two guys? WTF? I can fight as well as he did in that fucking "pivotal" scene, and I'm a teenage girl. 

I didn't give a fuck about ANY of the characters. Worst attempt at character development I've ever seen. There is a part where Channing's character Sean FREAKS out over the fact that his agent/coach (Terrance) knows the girl he just boned, as she was his middle man of sorts for him, placing all the bets. Ohhh nooooo, how fucking tragic. Is he 15? Really, I'm just making sure that he isn't a prepubescent little schoolgirl. 

How often do you ask.com (formally ask jeeves) your potential suitors? NEVER! That is how often! WTF! "He seems like a nice guy, I wonder what Jeeves thinks of him..." Fucking creeper. Obviously the more credible thing to have done would be to facebook creep him. Which is far more legitimate, albeit still pretty fucking weird...oh well. 

Another thing: Where the fuck was the soundtrack to this piece of shit? SILENCE the entire effing time (well, most of it at least). Music makes movies what they are; totally makes or breaks it. Bad music can fuck up movies HARD, but I mean, NO music? What the shit is that about? 

Whatevs. I'm annoyed. Good thing Blain pays for the movies all the time. Seeing "The Soloist" tomorrow. That should help restore my dwindling faith in the movie industry. Maybe.