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Day 375: Mack the Knife
Oct. 29th, 2006 08:12 pmSo...been naming my journal entries after songs. Could be worse.
Yesterday was...awkward, to say the least. I did homework for a bit, took BenTen to work, and then ended up hanging out with Seirra for an evening. We wrote together, which I enjoy, because she's a great writer, and I like the way we can play off of each other's writing and each other's characters. I've always wondered how people could collaborate on a novel or something because I could never envision working with someone else before, but it works with her, and I love it. Nanowrimo is coming upon me rapidly, and I have no idea what I'm going to do, but I am going to do something. Just to get my 50,000 words out there, because I have nothing to lose. Not even dignity. Not for that.
Today I did homework, with random breaks. I made it through two discs of first season Kenshin doing my Latin and my reading for Dickens. Ericka and I went shopping - I got some shoes for my Halloween costume. I felt like such a girl for doing that. But it had to be done. Mom put huge effort into making my costume, and I want to look beautiful, dammit. Or at least pretty. Ericka did another Henna tattoo for me, on my right hand, and I slept with henna on last night. It's not quite as dark as the henna on my right hand, but it looks awesome. She's an amazing artist. After going shopping, we went to check out Rowsdower, Marty, and Junpei's new place. Jen, Junpei's girlfriend, was there also, and we watched some of the House marathon together. Then we came home and I made some quiche.
My cell phone still doesn't work, so I can't call anyone, and I feel sad, because I miss my mom. I think I'll email her. I will get the cell phone fixed, honest, although I am sorta tempted to splurge and buy a new cell phone. I have a load of chores to do on Tuesday anyway, so I might as well check on getting the cell phone fixed then.
Bad news. Freddie is dead. Most times when he was in the blue cage and being annoying by meowing all the time, if I just sat down next to the cage and talked to him and played with him for a bit he would be quiet. Today he was actually howling, so at first I thought I was hearing a dog in the distance. When I knelt down and looked at him, he seemed utterly miserable, and kept howling, and nothing would make it stop. When we got back from Rowsdower's, I peeked into the cage. No response. I shook the cage. No response. I opened the cage and prodded him.
Dead as a doornail.
Ericka was sickened, and may have cried. I covered the cage, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything with his poor little body. Megan told me what to do if Desdemona died, and I was fully prepared to do it - but Freddie. I'm sitting here now with the cat corpse in the room, and I don't know what to do except wait till Del gets home, but I feel awful about dumping this on her, when I'm sure she's had a trying day. I'm terrified of a kitten corpse.
I feel like such a sissy girl.
( an explanation for today's entry title )
On a much lighter note, I am very much looking forward to Halloween, and not just because I have an awesome costume. Perhaps in spite of the awesome costume, to be honest. Although I love the costume and will wear it at inappropriate moments throughout the rest of the year because it makes me feel pretty (dammit!). House will be on at its new later time, so Seirra and I can watch it together. And Heroes is on again this week. I'm liking it so far.
It should be duly noted that sometimes the icons I post at the bottom of an entry reflect my mood, or the theme of a post, or the mood of a day. Sometimes, though, I post them just because I like them, or they make me feel better.
Extra points if they do all of the above.
Yesterday was...awkward, to say the least. I did homework for a bit, took BenTen to work, and then ended up hanging out with Seirra for an evening. We wrote together, which I enjoy, because she's a great writer, and I like the way we can play off of each other's writing and each other's characters. I've always wondered how people could collaborate on a novel or something because I could never envision working with someone else before, but it works with her, and I love it. Nanowrimo is coming upon me rapidly, and I have no idea what I'm going to do, but I am going to do something. Just to get my 50,000 words out there, because I have nothing to lose. Not even dignity. Not for that.
Today I did homework, with random breaks. I made it through two discs of first season Kenshin doing my Latin and my reading for Dickens. Ericka and I went shopping - I got some shoes for my Halloween costume. I felt like such a girl for doing that. But it had to be done. Mom put huge effort into making my costume, and I want to look beautiful, dammit. Or at least pretty. Ericka did another Henna tattoo for me, on my right hand, and I slept with henna on last night. It's not quite as dark as the henna on my right hand, but it looks awesome. She's an amazing artist. After going shopping, we went to check out Rowsdower, Marty, and Junpei's new place. Jen, Junpei's girlfriend, was there also, and we watched some of the House marathon together. Then we came home and I made some quiche.
My cell phone still doesn't work, so I can't call anyone, and I feel sad, because I miss my mom. I think I'll email her. I will get the cell phone fixed, honest, although I am sorta tempted to splurge and buy a new cell phone. I have a load of chores to do on Tuesday anyway, so I might as well check on getting the cell phone fixed then.
Bad news. Freddie is dead. Most times when he was in the blue cage and being annoying by meowing all the time, if I just sat down next to the cage and talked to him and played with him for a bit he would be quiet. Today he was actually howling, so at first I thought I was hearing a dog in the distance. When I knelt down and looked at him, he seemed utterly miserable, and kept howling, and nothing would make it stop. When we got back from Rowsdower's, I peeked into the cage. No response. I shook the cage. No response. I opened the cage and prodded him.
Dead as a doornail.
Ericka was sickened, and may have cried. I covered the cage, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything with his poor little body. Megan told me what to do if Desdemona died, and I was fully prepared to do it - but Freddie. I'm sitting here now with the cat corpse in the room, and I don't know what to do except wait till Del gets home, but I feel awful about dumping this on her, when I'm sure she's had a trying day. I'm terrified of a kitten corpse.
I feel like such a sissy girl.
( an explanation for today's entry title )
On a much lighter note, I am very much looking forward to Halloween, and not just because I have an awesome costume. Perhaps in spite of the awesome costume, to be honest. Although I love the costume and will wear it at inappropriate moments throughout the rest of the year because it makes me feel pretty (dammit!). House will be on at its new later time, so Seirra and I can watch it together. And Heroes is on again this week. I'm liking it so far.
It should be duly noted that sometimes the icons I post at the bottom of an entry reflect my mood, or the theme of a post, or the mood of a day. Sometimes, though, I post them just because I like them, or they make me feel better.
Extra points if they do all of the above.
