...then cats in costumes. There's just nothing quite that funny. I hate the furry things and seeing them dressed up and humiliated in a variety of ways makes me glow with joy. So, my day was MADE when I saw this
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sdo/566171148.html
Now, this is great for a number of reasons: the sad tone, the fact that these are homemade, and the fact that whoever wrote this actually classified some of these cat hats as "formal." I just can't stop laughing. Oh, the bighorn sheep hat is just toooooo goooooood.
Oh, and the title is "Irregular Cat Hats" as if there is such a thing as a regular cat hat. HA!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Oblomovism
I thought about staying in school an extra quarter. I figured that I may as well, not to mention that there are some amazing classes being offered this spring that I would really love to take. So, I called my parents.
"We're not helping you with that. Do you know how much you owe?" My dad frantically told me.
"Well, yeah, I know it's gonna be..."
"(Huge Amount of Money)!!!!!! We're cutting you off. How are you going to pay for all this?"
"I don't know. I'll figure it all out."
"You need to put your feet on the ground."
I go to the English Advising Office and essentially lay down at the altar of the head of advising, begging to let me stay one more quarter. I'm not ready to leave. Grades, Professors, Homework, it's all I know of life. But, I was snubbed, kicked in the side and told to leave.
So, I realized as I walked home that staying an extra quarter is quite pointless and unnecessary. But, for the first time, I'm willing to admit that I am terrified. What is going to come of the blank void that will be my life in only a month! What am I going to do? Where will I go?
I'm searching for answers at the bottom of a tall glass of gin.
"We're not helping you with that. Do you know how much you owe?" My dad frantically told me.
"Well, yeah, I know it's gonna be..."
"(Huge Amount of Money)!!!!!! We're cutting you off. How are you going to pay for all this?"
"I don't know. I'll figure it all out."
"You need to put your feet on the ground."
I go to the English Advising Office and essentially lay down at the altar of the head of advising, begging to let me stay one more quarter. I'm not ready to leave. Grades, Professors, Homework, it's all I know of life. But, I was snubbed, kicked in the side and told to leave.
So, I realized as I walked home that staying an extra quarter is quite pointless and unnecessary. But, for the first time, I'm willing to admit that I am terrified. What is going to come of the blank void that will be my life in only a month! What am I going to do? Where will I go?
I'm searching for answers at the bottom of a tall glass of gin.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
A Thought
You know the movie "It's a Wonderful Life"? I'm sure you do, are you alive? Anyways, sometimes I distinctly feel as though I'm living in that movie, in the flip-side world that isn't right, that is less than pleasant. I've always thought about that a lot. All these movies about another dimension, another reality that is born when a decision is made and two possible consequences and two possible realities come to fruition. Does this make sense? But, I feel like I'm in the wrong one. I'm in the shitty one that people are shown in the future by a guardian angel, saying "See how it could have been?" Not necessarily that my life is bad or horrible. It's pretty great. I'm happy. Just sometimes, it feels...off. Like someone, somewhere in my reality, made the wrong decision, and now I'm stuck. It's not fair. I don't mean to be whiny. I'm just trying to explain why I'm in such a mood of late. I'm trying to explain it to myself more than to anyone else. It's all so other dimensionly. See???
Monday, February 4, 2008
Love You, Frank
Rewind to mid-December, and I am closing at the Blue Dog Coffeehouse. I had been playing a Frank Sinatra CD all day but pretty much drowned it out while running around cleaning up and whatnot. However, once all the customers were gone, it was just me and my mop. I used to love to sing while I mop. I still do but don't find myself in mopping situations as often as I'd like. While I mopped that random December night, the song "My Way" came over the sound system. This is a familiar song to most everyone, but for the first time I got completely swept away in the epic classic that is that song. I mopped the hell out of that floor.
The next day, I run out and buy a best of Sinatra CD and proceed to listen to "My Way" all the time. It is, in fact, my New Year's Resolution. It is the best way I know how to articulate what I'd like to accomplish in 2008. This past Saturday, at a bar playing pool with friends, I paid for the song on the juke box, and being a drunken moron, I sang it loudly with a lot of emphatic gestures. Shock of shocks, I met a boy because of it. HA! Anywho, that's not what is important. Frank Sinatra is the most awesome man to ever live, and I just can't get enough of this song. I still cannot express exactly what it is I get out of this song, but it's a lot.
He's so great.
The next day, I run out and buy a best of Sinatra CD and proceed to listen to "My Way" all the time. It is, in fact, my New Year's Resolution. It is the best way I know how to articulate what I'd like to accomplish in 2008. This past Saturday, at a bar playing pool with friends, I paid for the song on the juke box, and being a drunken moron, I sang it loudly with a lot of emphatic gestures. Shock of shocks, I met a boy because of it. HA! Anywho, that's not what is important. Frank Sinatra is the most awesome man to ever live, and I just can't get enough of this song. I still cannot express exactly what it is I get out of this song, but it's a lot.
He's so great.
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