Sooooooo, I may or may not have gone completely insane and bought a new laptop.

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hee hee.

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Yep, insane it is.

snow snow snow

cancel class cancel class cancel class

please please please

cancel cancel cancel

everything in threes everything in threes everything in threes

no class no class no class

I Just Entered the Late 80's

Okay, so I was flipping through the channels this morning, wanting to avoid doing early morning homework and I happened upon Earth Girls are Easy...and, well...I'm too entertained. WAY too entertained. I mean, it's not right how amused I am.

I may have to be late to work to watch the end of this shiz....

Ho Hum and a Bottle of Rum

Am watching it snow outside and am very thankful to be inside.

I did, however, venture out earlier to throw Frankie in a snowbank so the little guy would know what snow felt like. He meowed a few times and did the sniffing thing. No major reaction. It's totally because of his thick, soft kitty coat. So now I will have to make a kitty coat a la 101 Dalmatians. But not really.

Giving Thanks and All That Jazz

It's been a surprisingly delightful Thanksgiving. (MUCH better than the time a snow storm knocked out the power to the fancy restaurant we had reservations at and we ended up at an iHop because it was the only place open)

My parents came to visit me for the holiday. The idea of hosting was rather stressful as ( anyone who knows me realizes) I cannot cook. At all.

Everything involved with the dinner either came from a pouch (including the vegan turkey) or a can. It was wonderful. It took me 20 minutes to prepare everything and it tasted much better than anything I might have actually attempted to cook.

After dinner, Dad and I went for a walk through a cemetery and when we got back I drank hot chocolate while my mom knitted a scarf in front of a fire and we enjoyed a classic episode of "Girlmore Girls."

It was all very enjoyable.

Then today Mom took me grocery shopping and I reveled in not having to make choices based on whether or not I could carry everything home in my arms or on my back.

And tonight I put up Christmas lights on my porch. Pretty sparkling fun.

Currently I'm avoiding homework, but I don't feel too bad about that since I still have TWO WHOLE DAYS of the long weekend to do it.

In other news, Frankie goes in for his great snip-snip surgery on Monday. I won't get him back until Wednesday. (Eep!) All of your well-wishing would be greatly appreciated.

The Battle of Wits Begins

At 5 AM, I heard Frankie outside my door. I'd locked him outside my room for the night because of bad behavior (his not mine).

In my half-asleep state, I considered getting up to let him in. Then shock of all shocks, Frankie the Super Genius jumped up on my bed. He had learned to open doors (leading to the hypothesis that cats are descended from Velociraptors).

Frankie Loves Hollywood then circled (descended from sharks as well?) and came to rest by my face, his butt an inch from my nose and mouth, delivering a clear passive aggressive message.

Intimidated by his superior intellect, I had to pet him. Then I remembered that, if I focus hard enough, I too can open doors. My revelation must have caused me to pause in petting him, because Frankenstein's Monster chose that moment to scratch me, which directly lead to me kicking him out of bed.

Frankie retaliated by trying to gulp down a plant I have on my windowsill in one bite.

I put him in the hall and closed the door, wondering how long it would remain closed.

If I could ship Frankie off to Australia for the night, I would

My Favorite News Headline Since, Oh, Ever:

"ESP, ghost, UFO believers outnumber Bush supporters"

Hee hee.