she’s come undone

A mighty battle

Tonight in the shower when I prepared to wash my face, I noticed a cricket in the stall. I splashed water on him in an attempt to get him to leave, and at first it seemed to be working. Until, that is, the cricket turned around and hid in my skirt. I was horrified. I have no idea how long I stood there staring at my skirt. I left the bathroom and returned with a hanger, thinking I would…do something. The cricket was sitting just outside my skirt. Staring at me. I left again to get a shoe in the vain hope I could find the courage to kill it. I came back with the hanger again. The cricket was no where to be seen, which only made me freak out more. I managed to gather my tote and get it out of harms way. And then the hard part: How to reclaim my clothes. I used the hanger to drag the skirt out length wise, the process of which almost gave me a panic attack. Then in a fit of anger and fear I proceeded to stomp on it, hoping to kill the bastard. All I did was scare him out of the bottom, but at least he was out! I did finally gain possession of my skirt.

Musings

I think that maybe, just maybe, I might be happy. Or at least very content with my life. It’s a very foreign feeling, and the queerness of it makes it hard to digest. It’s as if I’m unhappy about being happy! I get along with the people I work with for the most part, and the one person I could barely stand quit (or was fired). I am also no longer the new girl, so now I don’t feel like the idiot of the place. School is going ok, what with me getting an A on a paper I waited until the very last minute to write. Let’s see if I can repeat that performance! I get to go home next Saturday; one of the great things about this semester’s classes is that all my finals (all two of them) get taken care of on the first day of finals. Can I get a w00t w00t?

“A Village in Shiota”. Really, what more is there to say about that?

I’m also feeling…fulfilled on the friendship level. I don’t really have any desire to go out and make buddies. That’s not to say I’m going to turn down a developing friendship, just that I am not lonely. There are people out there who need to be surrounded to feel loved, but still go home alone. I am not at that point, and hopefully never will be. Maybe I am a part of some “online clique” and that’s why I feel “included”, but I think it’s just…I don’t know. I’m just happy. After all, I’m not a part of an “offline clique”, so it’s obviously something else.

Love life? Men flirt and look; one guy asked me to “hit him up” while I was working. Hello?! We don’t even know each other’s names! Anyway, maybe next year I’ll let one of them be my boyfriend. Maybe. Right now, I’m just fine mentally undressing all the attractive young males I come across while walking around campus. And let’s not forget Galad.

Alas, I think I need to spend more time on MW..it’s not where I want it to be yet.

Getting ready…

Xmas is just around the corner. Oh where did the time go?! I have sent both Nik and Laura’s gifts (ok Amazon sent them..but I paid for it!), so that’s two down, and…a few more to go. Maybe I can find something this weekend. I hope so! Does anyone want a Christmas card? For some reason I feel like spreading the cheer. Or something.

I’ve been feeling almost productive the last couple of days. Well, the feeling has gone down a bit, but for awhile it was damn good. There’s something to be said about getting things done. Like..packing! I should probably do that within the next couple of hours. My father is picking me up to go home for Thanksgiving. Oh…the yams! The wonderful, wonderful, yams. Not to mention family. I’ll be with my mom for Thanksgiving dinner, but hopefully I’ll get a chance to see some of my dad’s relatives too.

Bobbing for cherries! *shakes head* That comment still has me in shock.

I ordered my kitty hat and I should have it in time for Christmas. I will of course take a picture or two.

Well, birdies, I’m off to bathe, clean, and pack. To my fellow American, Red, have a happy Turkey Day! To all you others out there…uh…I’ll eat apple pie with ice cream in your honor.

Insert subject here

I need opinions! In the last 24 hours I have become obsessed with getting a kitty hat. I have found the site I want to get it from, but I can’t choose which style I want: choice #1 and choice #2. I’m leaning towards the latter but am unsure. Oh, and they come in different colors, in case you didn’t notice.

Kate’s package should be in the mail within a week. Maybe tomorrow (oh snap make that today) I’ll actually go to the bookstore and buy the box-envelope-thing. I should probably buy an address book while I’m there to, since I need one. But that would be smart of me, wouldn’t it?

Also: I must go to AX 2006! I must!

I do have a heart! Part 2

Internet friends edition! I don’t think I’ll cover everybody here because I’m lazy like that. Oh and in case you missed it, y’all owe me!

Kaitlin: Aww, it’s Kitty Kat Kate! Or Red. Or KitKat. Or Evil Left Hander From Over Yonder Who Says Water Funny. She has a lot of nicknames. I was going to say something about her but…oh yes! You see, back in the year some call duex mille quatre I had assumed Kaitlin was a tall Nordic blonde woman from the Netherlands. I would read her posts and think “Gee, she sure speaks good English!”. I was taken aback to find out she was a fellow American. Every now and again I still shake my head at the whole thing. Kaitlin is such a sweetheart, and I still think that even though she calls me duckie. Only she could get away with that. Well maybe Niklas too. She made me a little…um…those bird things that almost sucked Momo’s soul. Only it’s a girl version. And I was not expecting that! I’m rambling, aren’t I? OK! Back on topic, what makes Kaitlin sweet to me? Hm, well she’s a good listen who tries not to judge, and seems to genuinely care. She is also short, so I don’t have my usual height complex.

Desiree: SHE DREW MOIRAINE FOR ME!!! That alone puts her in the favorites list. I actually really admire not only her artistic talent with the pencil and paper (and all that jazz) but also her webdesign skills. Seriously, every Des design has me in awe and envy. Add her smart brain too and it’s so totally unfair! She’s a cool kid, and you all have my permission to agree with me.

Nancy: Ah yes…icewinnowill. Icey Ham. Banana Lover. What would MW be without her? Warm, probably. I’m going a bit far with the cold thing, aren’t I? She is another one of those freaks who have talent in the drawing arena. I feel blessed to be allowed to talk to The Nancy; she’s like one of those cats who only lets special people pet her. Having said that, she was also my first sex slave.

Janny Pooh Bear: I am not happy with Jan! Thanks to her, I just had to get Sims 2 and am now addicted. Curse you, Pooh Bear! If Kaitlin and Nancy mated *shivers* it would be Jan. She’s like, Kaitlin’s sugery sweetness covered by Nancy’s Aes Sedai coolness. Which leads one to wonder if she’s sane. But then, you could say that about all of my internet buddies, and indeed…myself. *coughs* She is also a talented writer and has very nice handwriting. Too nice.

Vertex: Oh, Vertex boy. How I remember all your drunk voicemails and emails…all signs that you do indeed love Marie! Marie loves you too! Which is why she (why am I speaking in 3rd person?) is mentioning you a second time.