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Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Sleepless in Minneapolis
I was so tired this morning and just did not want to get up and I’ve been feeling that way lately. I guess it doesn’t help having Emily as a roommate. Last night I was awoken around midnight by Emily’s pleas of distress. She was giving her mice some medicine for they were sick and I guess something bad happened for she yelled out, “Matt! I think my mouse is choking!” (Matt’s her boyfriend.) Matt was in her room on the computer and said, “Well, what’s it doing?”
Emily replied, “It just stopped breathing!” Then I listened in agony and Emily began to sob and cry. (Agony because I wanted sleep.) Hehe, it was kind of funny though, and I know I sound so mean, but it’s funny because Matt is not a very good comforter and all he could come up with to say to Emily was, “Oh baby, don’t cry…don’t freak out Emily.” So then Emily called up her Aunt…at midnight and right when her aunt answers the phone, Emily is bawling and cries out, “It’s Emily, can you help me!” Now…if someone were to call and wake me up at midnight and they’re crying and saying “Help me!” I’d fucking freak out! Emily continues on, “Something’s wrong with my mouse!”
Anyway, so I guess it got all cleared up. Her mouse started to act normal again and such I guess. Emily continued to sob a little and I heard Matt say, “Baby come here.”
“No.” said Emily. “Come here,” she whined.“Emily! I really have to get this done.” Said Matt. (He was doing homework on the comp.) Hehe, I just find it so funny…just how “comforting” Matt is.
Emily replied, “It just stopped breathing!” Then I listened in agony and Emily began to sob and cry. (Agony because I wanted sleep.) Hehe, it was kind of funny though, and I know I sound so mean, but it’s funny because Matt is not a very good comforter and all he could come up with to say to Emily was, “Oh baby, don’t cry…don’t freak out Emily.” So then Emily called up her Aunt…at midnight and right when her aunt answers the phone, Emily is bawling and cries out, “It’s Emily, can you help me!” Now…if someone were to call and wake me up at midnight and they’re crying and saying “Help me!” I’d fucking freak out! Emily continues on, “Something’s wrong with my mouse!”
Anyway, so I guess it got all cleared up. Her mouse started to act normal again and such I guess. Emily continued to sob a little and I heard Matt say, “Baby come here.”
“No.” said Emily. “Come here,” she whined.“Emily! I really have to get this done.” Said Matt. (He was doing homework on the comp.) Hehe, I just find it so funny…just how “comforting” Matt is.
Monday, October 25, 2004
Little Leeloo
I Went to Iowa this weekend and returned home with a kitten. For awhile now I’ve been wanting a kitten to pass the lonely nights here in Minneapolis. I just wanted something to play with, something to occupy my attention and get my mind on other matters than the people I left back in Iowa. Since a little girl, I’ve always been around cats, and I just love them, so I knew that if I were to get one, it’d make my life up here just a little nicer.
Six weeks ago, my mom’s 6-toed cat had kittens and I saw this as my opportunity. I wasn’t too optimistic about the idea though for my roommate used to be really allergic to cats and I already had asked about it before and my landlady and roommate and her parents did not seem too happy about the idea. But my landlady Ok’d it as long as it was ok with Emily (my roommate) and her family. Wow, that was quite the ordeal. Emily has tons of pets, most of them are arachnids, and she felt it only fair that I also get to have a pet. Her bf has a cat and she’s not allergic to it so she felt her allergies would be fine, but her parents were something else. They tried to convince her that the cat would sneak into her room and purposely knock over all her cages and such. Emily started to worry about every little thing and was going on these message boards and posting things like “Cats and Arachnids” and “Cats and Rats” and “How do I cat-proof my room?” It was humorous, but very annoying. She kept asking me things like, “What should I do with this, do you think the cat will get in this, should I move this here, what if I do this??” Agh!
But anyway, I have the kitten now. She’s brownish with stripes and a tortoise-shell-like back. Here and there she has a few orange spots and her two front paws have 5 toes. She’s just the cutest thing! When Emily’s brother saw her he said that she was the cutest cat he’s ever seen. (Oh, I love gloating about my new kitten J ) So far, she’s been such a great kitten. On the drive up from Iowa, she just slept in my lap the whole time. At one point, she curled up on the back of my neck and against the seat and slept for awhile. She’s been running around the house and swatting at invisible things. I keep her in my room at night and last night, she slept with me the whole night. I just LOVE to have a cat sleep with me in my bed, there’s just something so lovely about it.
As for a name? I have decided on Leeloo. Ever seen the movie Fifth Element? Leeloo is the orange-hair kick ass chick in the movie, and that’s also who I’m dressing up as for Halloween. : ) Tonight, Emily and I are going to go to Petsmart and have Leeloo model some collars for us and then we’ll get one of those and we’ll also get a tag made for her.
Ahh, she’s perched up on my shoulder and sleeping right now. I’m so happy.
Six weeks ago, my mom’s 6-toed cat had kittens and I saw this as my opportunity. I wasn’t too optimistic about the idea though for my roommate used to be really allergic to cats and I already had asked about it before and my landlady and roommate and her parents did not seem too happy about the idea. But my landlady Ok’d it as long as it was ok with Emily (my roommate) and her family. Wow, that was quite the ordeal. Emily has tons of pets, most of them are arachnids, and she felt it only fair that I also get to have a pet. Her bf has a cat and she’s not allergic to it so she felt her allergies would be fine, but her parents were something else. They tried to convince her that the cat would sneak into her room and purposely knock over all her cages and such. Emily started to worry about every little thing and was going on these message boards and posting things like “Cats and Arachnids” and “Cats and Rats” and “How do I cat-proof my room?” It was humorous, but very annoying. She kept asking me things like, “What should I do with this, do you think the cat will get in this, should I move this here, what if I do this??” Agh!
But anyway, I have the kitten now. She’s brownish with stripes and a tortoise-shell-like back. Here and there she has a few orange spots and her two front paws have 5 toes. She’s just the cutest thing! When Emily’s brother saw her he said that she was the cutest cat he’s ever seen. (Oh, I love gloating about my new kitten J ) So far, she’s been such a great kitten. On the drive up from Iowa, she just slept in my lap the whole time. At one point, she curled up on the back of my neck and against the seat and slept for awhile. She’s been running around the house and swatting at invisible things. I keep her in my room at night and last night, she slept with me the whole night. I just LOVE to have a cat sleep with me in my bed, there’s just something so lovely about it.
As for a name? I have decided on Leeloo. Ever seen the movie Fifth Element? Leeloo is the orange-hair kick ass chick in the movie, and that’s also who I’m dressing up as for Halloween. : ) Tonight, Emily and I are going to go to Petsmart and have Leeloo model some collars for us and then we’ll get one of those and we’ll also get a tag made for her.
Ahh, she’s perched up on my shoulder and sleeping right now. I’m so happy.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Don't Take my Picture, it's Been a Bad Day
All of yesterday, I just felt that I did not want today to come. I just dreaded today, and I also dreaded the thought of having to work at Target today. Well, this morning I found out that Target was probably the least of my worries. As I got up and got ready for my first class, I noticed that my duplex keys and the keys to my bike lock were gone. I’ve misplaced them before so I wasn’t too worried, just slightly annoyed. As I made my rounds through the rooms and looked at the few places where I usually placed them, I began to get more and more worried as I couldn’t spy them. Long story short, I didn’t make it to my first class. I spent much of this morning trying to find them through the house. Usually I put them in the living room either on the couch or on the floor near the couch, so that’s where I spent the duration of my “looking time.” As I threw off the cushions of the couch, lifted up the rug and pulled the sofa out, I yelled out curses, as I just couldn’t find anything. I shoved my hands down the crevices of the couch and found nothing but crumbs and other oddities. I was really starting to give up hope. I just wanted to cry and scream and just plain bitch to no end. I wanted to throw a fucking fit. I checked over places three or four times, knowing that there was probably no hope of finding it there as I had already looked.
It was about my fifth time looking under the couch when I noticed a little flap of fabric that had been slightly ripped off at the side at the bottom of the couch, and I could see inside to the bottom of the couch. I placed my hand inside and felt around but felt nothing. Then I bounced my hand on it and heard the very satisfying sound of jangling keys. “Oh my fucking God!” I thought. I hastily tipped the couch up and shook it, again hearing the jangle of keys. I reached my hand inside felt my keys and pulled them out. I stared at them with such hatred and anger and shock and I threw them down on the floor as I said, “You fucking fuckers!”
Agh, well I missed one of my classes because of those stupid keys. At least I’m not missing my other one.
Stupid, fucking keys.
It was about my fifth time looking under the couch when I noticed a little flap of fabric that had been slightly ripped off at the side at the bottom of the couch, and I could see inside to the bottom of the couch. I placed my hand inside and felt around but felt nothing. Then I bounced my hand on it and heard the very satisfying sound of jangling keys. “Oh my fucking God!” I thought. I hastily tipped the couch up and shook it, again hearing the jangle of keys. I reached my hand inside felt my keys and pulled them out. I stared at them with such hatred and anger and shock and I threw them down on the floor as I said, “You fucking fuckers!”
Agh, well I missed one of my classes because of those stupid keys. At least I’m not missing my other one.
Stupid, fucking keys.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Holy Hell...
Last night was quite interesting… I had called some of my friends to joke with them about all the new things I was experiencing up here in the great city of Minneapolis. Reason that I was joking was because one of the things that I am now being surrounded by that I never had before is pot smoking. Last night one of Emily’s friends who’s a 40-year-old alcoholic came over and he brought some pot and opium with him. As Emily, and her few friends sat around the living room and smoked a bowl, I just looked on and laughed inside. I came to Minneapolis for a different experience, and what I got were potheads.
But last night was even more interesting as I was introduced to something totally new, something that I have never experienced before.
Before coming up here, I heard that this was a safe neighborhood and such. Well last night, just literally a couple blocks down the road, the street was blocked off and barricaded and there were police everywhere! I knew something was up, for when I came back home at 2 am from hanging out with Ian, the roads were still barricaded, police were still everywhere, and news stations with their camera crews were standing off to the side of all this.
My home page on Internet is one of the news stations up here and so I’ve been checking it to see what was going on. This is what happened.
There was a fucking shooting last night! I’ve never been remotely near where there had been a shoot-out, and to just have it a couple blocks away from me! It’s insane! Hehe, but I kind of laugh about it. I don’t know, it doesn’t really scare me. I just think it’s slightly funny for I came up here to experience something knew, and then just after about 2 months of being here, there’s a shooting that happens just down the street. So, I’ve experienced pot smokers and a shoot-out, what’s next? A rendezvous with a drag queen?
But last night was even more interesting as I was introduced to something totally new, something that I have never experienced before.
Before coming up here, I heard that this was a safe neighborhood and such. Well last night, just literally a couple blocks down the road, the street was blocked off and barricaded and there were police everywhere! I knew something was up, for when I came back home at 2 am from hanging out with Ian, the roads were still barricaded, police were still everywhere, and news stations with their camera crews were standing off to the side of all this.
My home page on Internet is one of the news stations up here and so I’ve been checking it to see what was going on. This is what happened.
There was a fucking shooting last night! I’ve never been remotely near where there had been a shoot-out, and to just have it a couple blocks away from me! It’s insane! Hehe, but I kind of laugh about it. I don’t know, it doesn’t really scare me. I just think it’s slightly funny for I came up here to experience something knew, and then just after about 2 months of being here, there’s a shooting that happens just down the street. So, I’ve experienced pot smokers and a shoot-out, what’s next? A rendezvous with a drag queen?
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