tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254256122024-03-05T02:39:22.617-05:00Revenge of the Ninja KittyJust a girl and her blog doing salacious texty things.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-71798368117081682142010-06-17T18:15:00.003-04:002010-06-17T18:18:14.898-04:00Moving on up...Okay, so this blog is basically defunct, I know. Sorry, sorry. But if you want any information on where to find me now - you know, if anyone checks a year and a half later - let me know by commenting. I have several, but I think I outgrew this one's purpose. I'm not that funny or humorous at the moment. Life's too twisty. Maybe it'll come back eventually.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-43058751923175608962009-02-06T04:29:00.005-05:002009-02-06T04:42:38.461-05:00Meet Contessa!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrhBgOrYcTUnMR-3peqK1EGijdKS9O6iggBV2QFHnfssyHQglwNXN1XNdDsVBiypnTIcvEd1b_cmDkeJ3sDQoIBLwDXfaykY4kJTsP1BBy5BcPac8w-0FU9l7CN2EouzDHtEOYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrhBgOrYcTUnMR-3peqK1EGijdKS9O6iggBV2QFHnfssyHQglwNXN1XNdDsVBiypnTIcvEd1b_cmDkeJ3sDQoIBLwDXfaykY4kJTsP1BBy5BcPac8w-0FU9l7CN2EouzDHtEOYQ/s200/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299614296893041634" /></a> This is Contessa, Tess or Tessa for short. She's a Dachshund mix mom adopted on Wednesday. She was born Jan 9, 2008 according to the adoption papers. Which means they probably made that up since she's a little over a year old. She is leash and potty trained. We pulled up and a volunteer was walking "Lilly" (their name didn't fit). Mom looked at her and said "I want him." It's a her, of course, but she's not pregnant and very loving. Wednesday I got tired after bringing her home and we took a nap for 1.5 hours. She and I were cheek-to-cheek. Apparently she's been looking for me since I left. (Aww!) We adopted her from the Georgia SPCA, which was about 5 minutes from my mom's house.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk09hrl5Tj0RNk7hn3BGjCF48gkCgSPTro79dV8HyEE6gegrABNk_wtZQ-jFIOB5Z-LnUzLbmOCn8Fp64uAGeqEVi2skx9CkIP1cTOAH61rr9VR3YXJWtEQjNavAAzLRrcQo3Rcg/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk09hrl5Tj0RNk7hn3BGjCF48gkCgSPTro79dV8HyEE6gegrABNk_wtZQ-jFIOB5Z-LnUzLbmOCn8Fp64uAGeqEVi2skx9CkIP1cTOAH61rr9VR3YXJWtEQjNavAAzLRrcQo3Rcg/s200/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299615206396688482" /></a> She enjoys playing in the freshly-cut grass. Later today we're gonna take her to the vet and then PetSmart to get some cute clothes since it's getting chilly here. Don't want her getting sick! She's on Blue Buffalo food, since it's highly recommended on not being grain based. We don't want her getting heavy like Wrinkles was. She still doesn't know what to do with beds and toys. Treats are kind of a hit or miss, mostly miss. But she found the Kong with little treats fairly entertaining Wednesday night. Tessa jumps on the bed from the floor, which is no small feat. Mom has high box springs and a nice padded mattress. She's doing so well. Glad I dragged Mama there now. She needs companionship. And Tess is a complete lapdog and shadow. No one gets out of her sight.<br /><br />I can't wait to see her tomorrow. The picture quality sucks since all I had was my camera, but I'm taking my Rebel over tomorrow to take better pics. Tessa is an absolute doll. And smart! She rode in the back, without use teaching, her leash attached. We didn't have a crate since we thought we'd have to wait a few days. Not so much apparently.<br /><br />There was an <b>adorable</b> Cocker/Beagle mix that I would have snatched up if I had a fenced in yard. He was only 4 months, but so cute! Eli was simply precious.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-63621229599137541962009-02-02T14:51:00.002-05:002009-02-02T14:56:17.586-05:00Damn it all to pupperoni!Well, Gale is off.<br /><br />You see, for some reason, in the time animal control had her...no one thought to, oh, I don't know, <i>examine her</i>, before placing her out for adoption. So it was quite a surprise that <i>the dog had a pup last night</i>. Right, you have the dog a week, that we know of, and you don't bother to examine it in that time? How the hell do you know they don't have rabies and stuff exactly, then?<br /><br />If we want to wait on Gale, it'll be <i>two months</i> of my mom being in an <i>even deeper funk</i>. Gale was helping her get over Wrinkles, helping her feel better. Right. So, I wonder, do shelter workers even fucking EXAMINE the dogs? At all? Gale will be living in a foster home during that time and we'll have first choice. Yeah, dude. We've been this route. Mom lost another dog because of puppies through rescue. This is becoming a joke, I swear to god. I'm starting to think that the rescue system can go to hell with all the "unexpected babies." It's really easy - examine before placing. Seriously. Not difficult.<br /><br />Now my mom feels like shit and I'm pissed off an angry. Fantastic.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-77626936111546223292009-01-28T02:06:00.004-05:002009-01-28T02:41:59.324-05:00Here She Comes....So! We all know Wrinkles was put to sleep last July, yes? If not, <a href="http://revengekitty.blogspot.com/2008/07/over-rainbow.html" target="new">here's the post.</a> For the longest time, Mom thought she had killed Wrinks instead of setting her free of pain. Recently, about 2 months ago, she started consider getting another dog. I am an aficionado of Petfinder by now; I was already proficient to begin with. She's been interested in some breeds: Havanese Silk Dog, Papillion, Yorkie, Shih Tzu, Lhasa Apso to name a few. She contacted a Havanese breeder, but apparently, you can love a dog too much. For 1400, um, I'd think that would be a <i>good</i> thing. But moving on.<br /><br />She backed off for a bit then I showed her a pic of this adorable dog named Wilma. Wilma had unexpected puppies and that pushed her date back, what with Bam Bam and Pebbles being in the world and all. Cool. We had 2 months to wait, but we'd be able to. However, I think the receptionist of the rescue was bugnuts. She said a) they weren't taking names or applications - even though Mom had filled one out already, and b) Wilma magically no longer appeared on the website. Personally? I think Wilma went to a friend of a rescue worker. Call me crazy, but it was just too WTF.<br /><br />Mom was kinda depressed for a couple days and went back to Petfinder. She kept printing out Paps, which is great, but I don't think she'd like to take that much care of the groomer. That's a lot for a 75-year-old woman, let's face it.<br /><br />So Monday night, she spent the night with me because we were meeting her CPA for lunch out here. Yesterday after lunch we were going to look for animals at Fulton County Animal Shelter while out here, but dude, who the hell can find it? So I said fuck it and went to the one in her home county. Five minutes and she walked out, max. She wasn't into it. So I was pissed because a) that was a bitch to find and b) she wasn't understanding the fact finding another Wrinks was impossible. So I lambasted her. We got back to her house. I was fuming still. I explained why she needed to go meet the dogs and understand that there will be no other dog like her. Finally it sunk in.<br /><br />Made her get the clothes back on and we went back (again, during the beginning of traffic on a very weird highway that also has two stoplights at busy intersections). I pointed out the one I thought she'd like....the same one I showed her the first time.<br /><br />We got the dog out and the lady went to see if the dog had any holds on her. She didn't. Outside, we got to know the dog. Such a lover! Stayed in our arms the whole time, except for when she had to pee and poop. Apparently she's house- and leash trained. Such a doll! We put a hold on her and pick her up next Tuesday. Has to get spayed and checked out by the vet first. I can't wait! Mom fell in love instantly. She was a stray that was wandering about. At 2, the dog is a Chihuahua/Dachshund mix.<br /><br />Afterwards we went and bought some basics (rain jacket (with duckies!) and sweater), water & food bowl, food mat, leash, harness, toys, shampoo & washing glove, and beds. Oh! And food and treats. She's gonna be so lovely to have around for my mom, and my instincts were right. I know her so well. I can't wait to meet her personality. Got a doxie body with a dox muzzle and one ear that goes up and one down. Oh my gosh. I can't wait to have pics to show you.<br /><br />The name choices so far are: Charlie, Chloe, and Maya. More to be added as I look for soft, feminine names. I need to look them up this week on homework break.<br /><br />My former BFF also found her German Shepherd mix puppy there, too. She goes home today.<br /><br />Now! The interesting part. Our Animal Control moved in Sept 2007 to this great facility that has 33,000 sq feet. It has a bigger area for the K-9 unit, a barn for livestock, and a spay/neuter facility on hand. That means you can find an interesting mix. On the first visit, looking out the back of the dog's viewing area, I looked up and blinked. Really, really blinked. Why would that be, you ask? Glad you asked!<br /><br />There.Was.A.Mid-sized.Bull.Calf.Out.Back. Talk about freak out! I was a little leery, what with the calf having the horns already. Apparently, it was theirs now to find a new home for and caged in for now until the pen was ready. I still gulped. A lot. And there were two men outside with him. Strange men. I was freaked out, still.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-55312024516405715732009-01-18T00:10:00.004-05:002009-01-18T00:20:48.075-05:00Asshole, star of the next Batman movie!Okay, so he's baaack. I haven't given him a bit of attention, been thinking but not acting on him, and what happens? <i>He calls me.</i> I never did answer my phone, or call back. But Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. What the hell can I do? So I get curious, because he only wanders over to me when the A and B girls dry up. <br /><br />Snooping, I go read his journal entry on LJ. What does he talk about? Babies and scary dreams. *sigh* Question answered. Dude, I'm not a human incubator. Go. Away. I haven't blocked the number, really no cause since I don't answer.<br /><br />But here's what I've done since unceremoniously deleting him. Ready?<br /><b>+</b> Deleted him from my private journal entries.<br /><b>+</b> Blocked him from actually being able to <i>comment on said journal</i>.<br /><b>+</b> <i>Do not answer any communication.</i> (Seriously, hello clue, much?)<br /><b>+</b> Don't keep up with him at all.<br /><b>+</b> Asked my mom if I can borrow a male relative to go kick his ass.<br /><br />*sigh* I don't wanna be a Grade A, kick your ass and eat your balls bitch. I'm trying my best. But he's really not making it easy. I'm not a damn rabbit, so stop playing chase.<br /><br />(Post title because I'm catching up on Gail Simone's awesomeness with <i>Birds of Prey</i>. Yes, yes I am a geek. For an explanation of breaking the fourth wall, I came up with: Ferris Bueller, Saved by the Bell, Deadpool, The Boy from Oz, and Doctor Who all on my own. Oh, yeah. Geek girl.)<br /><br />I can't wait until my best friend T comes to town for Dragon*Con. God help him if he crosses her. *grins* Girl-o will bust his ass down...then call in the military for a little back up. *draws hearts all over T's internetness*Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-55359448351382342682009-01-04T07:03:00.003-05:002009-01-04T07:13:28.350-05:00And the Asshole goes on...So, yesterday, Asshole called. I was asleep, purposely avoided the phone, and ignored the message until 13 hours later. Now, you have to admit, that's some serious restraint. But mostly 'cause I'm beating my head against the wall over the 11th Doctor choice. Anyway, so I listened.<br /><br />"Hi this [Asshole] just calling to wish you a Happy New Year."<br /><br />What the fuck? I blocked him from my other journal entirely. He's not on my list and I banned him. I just want him to go. away. <br /><br />I'm gonna have to get shitkickery. I don't want to. I really don't. I don't like being the best bitch this side of Sunnydale for no good reason. I might be Queen Jessica, cousin to Queen Cordelia, but damn. Even I need a break.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-72654907308707860202009-01-02T23:33:00.006-05:002009-01-03T00:55:56.977-05:00Attack of the CatI hope everyone had a good New Year's. Mine was fairly uneventful, which is the way I like them. No resolutions because I never make them past the first week. So, whatever. Tomorrow I need to hit the grocery and post office.<br /><br />But that's not the point of this post. I realized the other day that I hadn't introduced my latest cat.<br /><br />In October, after I moved here I decided Noelle needed a playmate. A single cat can be destructive after all. So I looked on Craigslist, selected a cat. I could have chosen a purebred Ragdoll (so close!) but decided to take a Ragdoll/Siamese mix. A mix I think is dead wrong, for the record. I think she's a purebred Snowshoe.<br /><br />So, I got her a week after I moved in, after my mom went home from fracturing her nose. She has talent, that one. Anyway, so the cat arrived with the name Bindy. I promptly decided to change it. For the next five days I tried out over 30 names, and it wasn't until after the doctor visit she answered to Teyla. As in, the character from <i>Stargate Atlantis</i>, which is ironic since she's not nearly as calm as the Amazon queen. But the name stuck so there you have it.<br /><br />Here's her story. Her original owner died and a cousin took Tey, locking her in a back room during the time before they move. They feed her nothing but wet food. No dry, which meant the week after I got her was...interesting. The smell was there, oh yeah. She moved again, a couple months later - making her second move - when they changed apartments. So just when she settled into the new place, in the daughter's bedroom, they left and a family member came in and rearranged everything. Meaning she was feeling less than secure. They let her run around a little at least, trying to give a little exercise.<br /><br />Finally she arrived to my house, and dear lord. The cat is fat. She was <i>fifteen pounds</i>. Fifteen pounds! Eesh. After about two months she lost just under half a pound, and I'll consider this a good thing. She has teeny little legs. Think miniature dachshund. Occasionally she'll decide to lay with me for a couple hours, so long as I don't touch her too much. She's real big on hissing and trying to eat me for dinner. But it's okay, we're working on the whole trust thing. You move 3 times in about as many months, see how you reaction.<br /><br />She came with a cat tree and she lives up on the perch up top. It's probably about 4-4.5 feet or so. She loves mini Pringle sour cream and onion chips. Doesn't get but one crushed. Doesn't care. She knows that I'll show those. She also likes Fruit Loops. Has her own pillow, next to mine, so she can look out the window during the day. Loves to curl around the boob area. It's the best place ever in the morning apparently. She and Noelle are <i>not</i> getting along, but whatever. They'll work it out. It's only been about 3 months. That sort of thing takes some time. I stop all the big fights and I'm trying to stop Noelle from attacking Tey when she's in the litter box.<br /><br />Now, you've heard about it...so let's see her. <br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8260157@N02/2983821401/" title="My Corner by empath design, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3038/2983821401_ae183a7be9_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" border="0" alt="My Corner" /></a><br />(Click on the pic to see bigger pics. If you look at the sets, she's under Teyla. Obvious, I know.)</center>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-12604017529815064962008-12-28T00:15:00.003-05:002008-12-28T00:33:16.060-05:00The Adventures of AssholeSo earlier today I was getting ready to shower to over to my godmom's when Asshole called.<br /><br />Why? Glad you asked!<br /><br />He has created a board game that's actually sold a fair amount for an independent. And he wanted me to test out with people. Right. Haven't heard hide nor hair for 2 weeks, since he called me anyway. His first statement? <i>NOT</i> "Hello." No, no. Not this asshole. It was "So I'm looking for people to test out [name not given because asswipe doesn't deserve the publicity.]." Right. I'll just take that time right now.<br /><br />"No, I can't today. I have to go to my godmom's."<br />"What about Tuesday?"<br />"Can't. Doc appointment."<br />"At 7pm?"<br />"Then I have to go to my godmom's." Liiiiiar that I am.<br />"Oh, okay."<br /><br />Then I, being the confused that I am, keep talking but stop mid-sentence after telling that my stepdad's coming over to fix my apartment a bit. I was tired of carrying the conversation and it was only 2 minutes in. Instead I decided to spend the next ten minutes starting a sentence, stopping, and letting it hang. He couldn't carry a conversation with me. Me. I'm like the easiest person to talk to because I have a wide variety of topics.<br /><br />And the oddest thing he said? "Happy showering." Happy. Showering. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-56802089571765484142008-12-25T01:03:00.001-05:002008-12-25T01:05:02.988-05:00Ho Ho Ho!<center>May all your dreams be merry and bright.<br />(And may no one get snowed in again.)<br /><br />Merry Christmas.</center>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-76137818564119741782008-12-19T19:56:00.004-05:002008-12-19T23:17:20.411-05:00Well, shit. That hurts my heart.Yeah, see this is why Asshole is called Asshole.<br /><br />He pursues me for almost 2 months. Meets me. Suddenly I'm not his cuppa. Because hey, I'm fat and don't look like an an anime character brought to life. Or that's what I'm assuming since he never said a damn thing about it. Look, asshole. If I can overlook the fact you play D&D like it's the end of your world, you can adjust. You had no problem telling me how every way you wanted to fuck me before you meet me now didcha?<br /><br />Disappears for a fucking month. No note, no letting me know. Turns out, he was in Berkley/San Fran to see family. Okay, whatever. We weren't even dating, much less a relationship.<br /><br />Calls me when he gets back. First time in like 6 weeks. Oookay. I talk to him. Stupid, stupid me. Since I haven't heard from him since.<br /><br />Finally updates his blog about his vacation. Learn that he <i>had another girl in his bed for 5 days </i> recently. Didn't make a move. Supposedly. Which, I actually kinda believe because he's a chicken shit. And <i>then</i> he apparently went on a date with someone <i>else</i>. Please note that when <i>I</i> kept saying I'd go on a date with him, even point blank, he ignored it. <i>Before he met me.</i> And still tried to hook up with me. I'm not a piece of ass and I'm not for sale.<br /><br />Fuck it. I'm tired of this shit.<br /><br />I'm gonna be celibate forever. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as that kind of disregard.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-54032445471083806912008-12-15T00:31:00.001-05:002008-12-15T00:32:49.801-05:00Some days just hurtI've been reading a ton of urban fantasy/paranormal romance. Like, Amazon owes me some money or something for all the business I do. (Please, publishing houses, make more shifter books. I don't care about vampires half as much as I do the dual-natured. Primarily because I think every single person is dual-natured, with animal tendencies in us when the need arises. Otherwise, statements like "She's like a mama bear protecting her cubs with that kid" wouldn't exist.) However, it's made me realize a couple things about myself.<br /><br /><b>One: I can't settle.</b><br />The main things I've seen in all the shifter books is the alpha male. Occasionally an alpha female shows up, but mostly not so much. It's made me realize that I couldn't settle for some weak-willed guy. But I don't want that domineering man, either. Pretty sure I'll end up alone because there's no happy medium for me. I won't be submissive, in way shape or form. I grew up living under people's thumbs. I'm finally out on my own now. Living my life, and submitting to someone's demands or will? It would break me. I'm broken inside, in so many ways. I'm not the most emotionally stable person around. I'd drive a man insane, utterly. That combined with dominance is a bit of a problem. I'll follow, if it's something I have no interest in. Meaning if someone in a class group wants to give out orders, that's fine. I'll stake my claim on the topic I want and then just do whatever. But I don't follow when I feel like the person in charge sucks at it. I've been known to take control if that's the case. Or do all the work and gently tell my teachers what's going on later. No point in burning bridges unless you have to.<br /><br /><b>Two: Magnetism isn't everything</b><br />I'm pretty magnetic when it comes to attracting attention. Ironic, really, since I'm 5'1, so beyond past the ideal weight, and not your typical fantasy material. But I'm still magnetic. My godmom calls it this magnetic force. No matter where I am - be grocery, restaurant, or school - people always talk to me. I don't understand it, and I usually forget about it, but lately, I've noticed it happening more. It's not necessarily a bad thing. It keeps me from becoming insanely surly and rude. I'm naturally a light, happyish person, and my personality is coming out more since I moved out of my godmom's, but it's not <i>that</i> damned different from most people. The thing is, no matter how magnetic I apparently am, I still can't seem to keep anyone around for long. Or I'll have a guy (ahem, let's call him asshole, shall we?) that comes in and out of my life, whenever he feels like it. I won't hear from him for a month, and then I'll get two calls a week. It's very random. I had to pin down a location to meet the idiot. Whoever said Emory graduates were smart lied like a two century old rug. I'm socially awkward past the flirt stage (natural flirt, for the record, since I'm never aware of actually doing it on purpose). I don't know, maybe it's chase. Fuck if I know. But I can't keep anyone interested. Or. If they are, I'm a friend and nothing more.<br /><br /><b>Three: I don't trust</b><br />Pretty simple, really. I don't trust. Or rather, I superficially trust. I'm an open book, for the most part, but I keep a lot of inner self back. I have to. It's just...mandatory. Most people never look past the bright to see the dark, and I honestly like it that way. I don't want people to be able read my moods so easily. That only leads to disaster and pain. True me, I'm well acquainted with the concept. I stopped blindly giving trust by the time I was 16 and my mom carelessly told me that she had to convinced from everyone under the sun to not abort my ass. And made me understand why I'd been punished all my life for something I had no control over. For the record, I apparently made her not go out and get coked out and drunk. I want to trust people, but I doubt it'll happen, not fully. I'm more inclined to wait for the other shoe. Childhood habits never go fully away. They're ingrained, part of your behavior pattern. I learned a long time ago that eventually everyone will screw you over. But it doesn't mean I don't need people around me. Not like a party - I hate that kind of crush - but just someone that gives a damn about me, even if it'll end badly. I need that contact. It keeps me relatively balanced. I don't need to talk to people all the time, or much of anything else, just occasionally. Keeps the darkness at bay, for awhile. I don't mean depression or anything, but more...like, a darkness that seeps in from time to time, if I'm contemplating too much. I prefer to forget my childhood and teenage years when I can. (You try being 18 and facing a very probable mental breakdown, after stopping the first one around six months earlier. According to my mom, however, I had an absolutely spectacular childhood and only created the drama; I wasn't reacting and then surviving it, at all.) It hurts my heart less.<br /><br />I had a longer list, seriously. Like, more than Heigl's character in <i>27 Dresses</i>, but my head started hurting way too much. It's kind of like...self-preservation. Needless to say, I'm just one gigantic contradiction. Add that to the list, would you?Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-18856240932271538422008-09-26T21:36:00.004-04:002008-09-26T21:53:30.580-04:00I live!Okay, I know it's been months and months. Sorry about that. But I've been mad busy with school (finished summer semester with a 3.0) and this semester I'm taking Astronomy with the lab. Which means physics. Which means I'm thoroughly fucked. But I haven't forgotten the place.<br /><br />Other news, I'm now 27. Turned it on the 12th, and so far it's been a GOOD year. I've got my own apartment starting mid-October, which is <i>awesome</i>. It's 600 sq feet, shotgun style, and it's all mine until December 2009 (longer lease since I'll be in school). I've got to do some painting the first week, so I won't move in proper until the next weekend. It'll cost about 968, counting utilities. I'll have to pay for my phone and cable box (extended basic comes with the utilities, and wireless). It's a triplex of an old 1930s bungalow in the city.<br /><br />Since I got my trust, I've gone a little crazy but I'm curbing it now. I got a better wardrobe, to get a job with. It's necessary to look nice. I refuse to discuss the buyout of Merrill Lynch by Fuck Me Over America. Refuse. And my main account for everyday is under threat, too. Fantastic. Really.<br /><br />I went to Dragon*Con this year, but mostly used it as a vacation. I was so tired and sore I couldn't stand it. So I mostly slept. Saw a few famous people peeps. Went to a few interesting book panels.<br /><br />Other than that, let's see. I'm working my ass off to get into Georgia State by spring. I hate our political choices this season and I'm not voting for either. I'm gunning for Mickey Mouse myself. I need to do absentee next week. Like I give fuck on who wins. We're fucked with the government spending either way.<br /><br />Ooh, and before I forget, someone wants to date me. Hot damn. He's an IT guy - I think - at Emory and very nice. We'll see how that goes, but I hope it goes somewhere. He makes me smile a lot. And I get a giddy feeling when we talk or email. It's just...nice. He contacted me the same day I got the apartment. Hot damn.<br /><br />I think that's all on the updates, well important ones anyway. Hopefully I'll be back fairly soon. I've been balls to the walls busy.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-87872629069007153392008-07-27T21:19:00.004-04:002008-07-27T21:31:01.084-04:00Over the rainbow<center>Wrinkles<br />(<i>9/16/1995 - 07/27/2008</i>)</center><br /><br />We made the decision to put Wrinkles down. She had <a href="http://www.merck.com/mmpe/sec12/ch158/ch158c.html" target="new">diabetic ketoacidosis</a> after throwing up for 2 days. She couldn't even take water without vomiting. Her sugar was off-the-charts. The doc thought she might have dementia along with all her other problems (blind, deaf, arthritis, diabetic, inability to stand for more than 5 minutes, had to use the wall as guides to go wherever, and had no sense of direction). At nearly 13, she had outlived most pugs. It was a hard decision and hurt like hell, but it was the right thing to do. I just wish I didn't feel so terrible.<br /><br />Mom thinks she did a lethal injection, which she really didn't. She stopped a creature from being suffering. It feels so weird to be in the house without hearing her. I was petting her as the pink cocktail took hold. Petting her as she died. I just. Yeah.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-57068416023483543702008-06-13T12:57:00.004-04:002008-06-13T13:07:53.717-04:00I live like a living thing!I know, I know. You thought I had disappeared forever. But! I got my own Mac. Hell yeah. My money finally came and I got the Mac to take to school. On the bonus side, I got a iPod Nano and Printer for free. The only thing they forgot to tell me was to get an Airport Express. Oh, and the people can't follow the proper steps. My mom had to pay for it. Don't worry, I paid off that part of the bill that night, but it was very embarrassing. At least it wasn't my account, though. T'was them. I called my people the next day and after some major investigation they found it wasn't me.<br /><br />By the way? <i>Love My Mac</i>. God, this thing is so much easier and quicker to boot up. I'm keeping my PC for things like Photoshop until my one for Mac comes. I need to get a USB mouse, too. *draws little hearts all over the new shiny*<br /><br />Also, I really like Kate Voegle's album.<br /><br />On a non-computer note, I'm going to Dragon*Con this year. I was going to go out of state but with prices rising and the dollar not being worth spit, I don't think so. I'm going to stay in a swank hotel and spend my money locally. And I'll <i>still</i> probably come out cheaper.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-91340013530325591102008-05-22T03:08:00.002-04:002008-05-22T03:27:06.084-04:00Failboat SupremeOkay, so let's discuss how STUPID my damn aunt is, shall we? Because she is dumber than dog shit. Actually, both of them. You see, I was expected to get my inheritance....oh, by <i>now</i>. But my aunt D (for Dummy) who wanted to buy one of the items is dragging her ass like whoa. She's flaky as hell, and a recovering alcoholic that analyzes everything to death. D, she's had <b>thirteen months</b> to decide. This is not a recent development. She still hasn't. So the rest of us are shit out of luck until she decides.<br /><br />Now my other aunt who I'll call M (for Moron) is in charge of the trust. So what is she going to do? Wait until after this weekend to see how this latest sale went and then D will decide. Yeah. Because why not round that bitch up to <b>fourteen months</b>. It's not like some of us desperately need that money or anything. If D doesn't buy it, then they'll put it up for sale in <i>November</i> and distribute the money we have now. Yay? Look, y'all. I'm not a financial adviser or anything, but I'm pretty damn sure if someone hasn't bought the painting now, then it ain't gonna happen. It's gone up considerably in price, so let's sell and get the money. Stop letting D drag her feet.<br /><br />This is why I don't talk to these people. I don't handle utter bullshit. And that's what this is. There's been trouble since this thing went into the family hands. I'm ready to roll up and go do some ass beating. Just saying. And passive-aggressive reactions is not cute, either. And I've received a couple of those in the emails.<br /><br />I need a drink.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-51834808411758606962008-05-13T18:47:00.003-04:002008-05-13T18:52:54.043-04:00Schoool's Out...for Three Weeks!Final Grades for the Semester:<br /><br />Intro to Soc - A<br />Intro to World Religions - A<br />History I - B<br />Math 98 - B (not counted)<br /><br />Overall GPA: 3.66<br /><br />I made the Dean's List, bitches. <b>Dean's List</b>. I've never been on that, in all my years at college. And I pulled that out the past two or three weeks of the semester. I worked my ass off. I studied so hard. And I pulled out that. My mom is crowing and gonna brag to my uncle, whose kid was always on the Dean's List at GA Tech. Hell yeah. I'm smart.<br /><br />I think that calls for a shopping spree in a couple weeks. I damn well deserve it.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-68854119371019691852008-05-01T21:53:00.003-04:002008-05-01T22:11:39.928-04:00Kiss. My. Ass.You know it's bad when we make Detroit look well-organized. We have a mayor that's truly bad at math. She's horrible at it. Her proposed budget is so backwards it's pathetic.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ajc.com/obits/content/metro/atlanta/stories/2008/05/01/atlanta_layoff_0502.html" target="new">Because jobs aren't important</a>.<br /><a href="http://www.11alive.com/news/article_news.aspx?storyid=115220&provider=top" target="new">For once, I'm all for violence</a>.<br /><a href="http://www.wmgt.com/node/7415" target="new">Short and sweet</a>.<br /><a href="http://www.ajc.com/health/content/metro/atlanta/stories/2008/04/30/atlbudget_0501.html" target="new">God, I hate this woman</a>.<br /><br />How the hell do you have a 140 million dollar shortfall? Look, I just passed my math retarded classes. If I can manage to see the major issues, then she damned well should. So to be a politician do you need to fail 3rd grade math?<br /><br />We're in the top 10 for foreclosures. People can't afford a 300k condo, so what does people do? Keep the prices up when the cheaper homes are flooding the market. This is not NYC. It's not. We're a big town, but we're not <i>that damn big</i>. Lay off a ton of people, and those tax hikes will be even higher because of waves of barely making it people leaving the town. This is not difficult. People who are laid off can't <i>afford</i> the 40 million tax increase. Hello? God, the stupid is astounding. Someone needs to make her a Pie Chart of Doom, like the one that in the JKR vs RDR lawsuit. Christ on a battered and dipped cracker.<br /><br />I'm seriously considering having my godmom not move into the city if prices are gonna skyrocket. It's not worth paying so much on a condo.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-54380106057414306122008-04-25T02:57:00.003-04:002008-04-25T03:09:33.325-04:00*grumble grumble*Fastest way to kill a crush?<br /><br />Find out he's 20. And you're 26.<br /><br />Damn it! I have a new rule. If under 25, everyone should be required to wear a damn age tag. He graduated high school...<i>two years ago</i>. I did <i>eight years ago</i>. *sigh* Age tags. I swear.<br /><br />I don't date second graders.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-24513428930496407682008-04-17T23:54:00.005-04:002008-04-18T00:38:00.708-04:00Just Another Trying ThursdayThis post will be short and sweet. You see, I have to get up and go to a mosque tomorrow for a school project. If I don't go to a different place of worship? I fail. I don't want to fail.<br /><br />Now, onto my day. So I ordered my medicine before going to bed, but I have to wait because of they have to get the prescription refills. Fantastic. I was down my thyroid meds. This did not bode well for the day at hand.<br /><br />I wake up at 12:30, after a whooping six hours (damn insomnia), and then drag my ass in getting ready for school until 2. And of course I must look my best because I can't look bad for CB. (More on CB in a minute.) So I get to Arby's for lunch before school. Eat in the parking deck at school. Go to get out of my car, have issues because apparently people don't understand that sedans need more than five inches on either side to open a door. So I get out as the guy next to me is coming to his car. Only, I have to drop my bookbag back in the car.<br /><br />Out and waiting for him to go, I figure it's about time for CB to show up, so trying to not look like I'm looking for him. Then I try and open my doors. Then the other three. Of course, the doors are locked. Why not? Between bargaining with God and kicking the crap out of my car, I'm crying in frustration. For the record, I <i>don't</i> cry so I must have been upset. In between, I notice that CB gets to class. That does it.<br /><br />After asking someone in the building I was supposed be going to class in if I could use their phone and getting declined ("No, I'm sorry. Try the security office.") I make my way to the Student Account office. (I was not walking to the security office, since I have to cross two lanes of school traffic to get there. Hell no.) I call my godmom, freaked out. I have to get the second set of keys, and they're with her. The problem? I have the only car between us. And it's hers.<br /><br />So she has to get my mom to come bring them to me. And mom lives 20-25 minutes away from our house. In total, I wasted 1.5 hours. That means I missed my entire class because I had to wait outside to see her. Fantastic. No CB for me. So finally get into my car, thanks to mom driving forever, and have to show her how to get out. I go to Starbucks, because damned if I haven't earned it, and what do I find out? My Discover card is somewhere in the great blue yonder. Fine, I use my Capital One. The one I had earmarked for my tuition bill.<br /><br />Finally I get to back to school, and the classroom door is locked. But CB ends up arriving, so fuck it. The door is unlocked like 30 minutes after I get there, and my prof shows up. (Poor middle-aged guy has kidney stones. <i>Ow</i> much?) I get a chance to ask CB about what I missed in the first class, since we have both the same Tuesday and Thursday class schedule. I tell him about why I wasn't there, and such. I learn he's noticed I drive a sedan (surprising because I didn't think he was paying much attention). This pleases me greatly.<br /><br />CB stands for Catholic Boy. Crush that keeps on crushing harder. [CB's a Roman Catholic which explains the name. I know, right? I have the weirdest taste since I don't believe in the whole Jesus Our Lord part of Christianity.] It wasn't until like two weeks ago that I noticed he kept talking to me for stupid stuff, like he makes a point, and I'm going "hmmmmm" after I was vaguely jealous he asked about another girl in History. So not my typical type.<br /><br />However, y'all know that movie <i>The Cutting Edge</i>? Verbal foreplay. He likes arguing. Gee, who else do you know that likes that? But he's still adorable. On Tuesday he was stealing looks in the computer lab. We were katty-kornered from each other, and I was busy drafting out a paper for Religions and he was doing a paper on <I>The Ten Commandments</i> for the same class. I had already done mine on <i>The Ark of Truth</i>, an SG-1 movie, because I'm that cool. Self-admitted geek, I told him so in History. Then he and another guy get into an argument about <i>Star Wars</i>. Yes. <b>Star Wars</b>. He lost all credibility about agreeing with my geeky assessment. That'd be about the time I wanted to plant one on him, but I'm not gonna in class. And I don't date classmates. Too much drama involved.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-21755363233937009012008-04-03T04:51:00.005-04:002008-04-03T04:59:29.715-04:00Because I Rock, Damn It!This is why I kick all kinds of ass.<br /><br />I don't have to <a href="http://academics.georgiasouthern.edu/testing/compass.htm" target="new">take this bad boy</a>. Basically, I had to go through some stupid, two semester wasting classes because of the placement exam. Woohoo? But it's one less test to deal with in a month. Go me, go me. It's the math portion I was in. How damn. I win.<br /><br />Now to stop crying over <i>Farscape</i>'s <i>Peacekeeper Wars</i>. Because dude. Bad-fucking-ass watching Aeryn Sun fire the weapons. What? <a href="http://scifipedia.scifi.com/index.php/Aeryn_Sun" target="new">Claudia Black</a> is totally hot. As Aeyrn or Vala. And <a href="http://scifipedia.scifi.com/index.php/John_Crichton" target="new">Ben Browder</a> is fucking hot in leather. Yes, please.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-7325516307381646472008-03-27T03:55:00.004-04:002008-03-27T04:12:38.745-04:00The Wonderful Wizard of OzAfter a lot of soul searching - isn't that what twentysomethings are known for? - I decided on my career path. I'll be 45 before I get it all done, but I will get it done. I've gone through a lot of choices in the past, latching onto something I think will help or give me a decent living...but nothing really made me go "Oh, THAT! Yes, THAT is what I want!" Well, except for being a vet, but seriously, me and math are enemies. Science is a bitch, too.<br /><br />I was perusing college sites, trying to find <i>something</i>, and I stumbled across the best fit for me, ever. It's got all the elements I love, and it's something I've accidentally been internalizing forever without realizing it.<br /><br />My choice? Classicist, focusing on Roman History, preferably the reign of Emperors. The crazy mothers like Caligulia and Nero. The ones that are so twisted (hey, that sounds vaguely familiar) that they are remembered for their atrocities. Now I don't like things like crazy people killing people for random fun, but how can you not find a man that makes his horse a Senator fascinating?<br /><br />I've always excelled at history, at studying the past in order to understand the present and future. To know the roads that mankind's walked and how and why it died out. I love it, so much. I could read books on it for days. God knows the History Channel's in my top five, no doubt about it. Especially the ones on the looking into ancient times.<br /><br />I plan on getting my PhD in the area. I'll have to find a good college for that. I'd go to Emory, but seriously, just emailing the head of the department, asking how I should begin, like what I'll need to know later on to succeed in that specific area, I got brushed off. Bitch, please. It costs an arm and a leg and ain't the only pony in the world. I'll figure the rest after I get my Masters. I figure I'll spend a couple years in Italy, so maybe I'll study past that. Either way, it's the perfect field for me. Until then, it might have to be something like Ga State University.<br /><br />Either way, it'll be a long while until I get to that stage. But I'm finally focused. Everything just lined up. And god it feels good to finally start in a direction. Now, to work on my religious beliefs. That'll take just as long, I think. Because as hard to believe as it is, I'm quite opinionated and find fault with most of them. And combine different ones, too. Bit of a problem, that.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-89295487150458280642008-03-14T18:29:00.002-04:002008-03-15T00:18:16.059-04:00Zionks!Scooby Sue, where are you?<br /><br /><b>ETA:</b> I'm fine. The Atlanta tornadoes hit downtown, not the suburbs. Good thing we don't live there now, isn't it? It's insane, though. MLK Jr Blvd, Omni, Peachtree, Dome, Congress center. That whole area is fucked up. The Arena has sheet metal peeling off it.<br /><br />Articles: <a href="http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/metro/atlanta/stories/2008/03/14/domeburst_0315.html" target="new">AJC's take</a>, <a href="http://www.myfoxatlanta.com/myfox/pages/Home/Detail?contentId=6034181&version=22&locale=EN-US&layoutCode=TSTY&pageId=1.1.1" target="new">Fox 5</a>, <a href="http://www.wsbtv.com/weather/15600856/detail.html" target="new">ABC affiliate</a>. (Note: I say tornado, because that's the best guess. No one actually has a clue yet.) 19k without power right now. Including traffic lights. Trust me when I say that here that's the equivalent of NYC not having any. The way the city's set up, there's no specific grid. All service personal (officers, EMTs, firemen) were called in to help with the damage. One person here compared it to the Olympic Bombing.<br /><br />Photos<br /><a href="http://alt.coxnewsweb.com/cnishared/tools/shared/mediahub/08/85/66/slideshow_466858_stormdamage-dt1.jpg" target="new">Centennial Park</a><br /><a href="http://alt.coxnewsweb.com/cnishared/tools/shared/mediahub/02/88/66/slide2_466882_tulisdamage.jpg" target="new">Billboard</a><br /><a href="http://alt.coxnewsweb.com/cnishared/tools/shared/mediahub/06/75/66/slide2_466756_philips.jpg" target="new">Atlanta </a><br /><a href="http://alt.coxnewsweb.com/cnishared/tools/shared/mediahub/05/75/66/slide2_466755_tulis.jpg" target="new">Downtown</a><br /><a href="http://alt.coxnewsweb.com/cnishared/tools/shared/mediahub/08/83/66/slide2_466838_weatheralert.jpg" target="new">During Mississippi-Alabama game</a><br /><a href="http://alt.coxnewsweb.com/cnishared/tools/shared/mediahub/09/81/66/slide2_466819_omni.jpg" target="new">Omni Hotel</a><br /><a href="http://alt.coxnewsweb.com/cnishared/tools/shared/mediahub/03/78/66/slide2_466783_storm.4.jpg" target="new">Don't fall</a><br /><a href="http://alt.coxnewsweb.com/cnishared/tools/shared/mediahub/09/88/66/slide2_466889_cnncenter.jpg" target="new">CNN Center</a><br /><a href="http://alt.coxnewsweb.com/cnishared/tools/shared/mediahub/00/89/66/slide2_466890_water.jpg" target="new">Water main break in Congress Center</a><br /><a href="http://www.myfoxatlanta.com/myfox/photo_servlet?contentId=6037777&version=1&locale=EN-US&subtype=MIMG&siteId=1012" target="new">Stack Lofts at Blvd</a><br /><a href="http://www.myfoxatlanta.com/myfox/photo_servlet?contentId=6037772&version=1&locale=EN-US&subtype=MIMG&siteId=1012" target="new">Lofts again. 5th floor is gone (being renovated). 100 year old walls blown out.</a>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-49390955576008000812008-03-12T03:48:00.002-04:002008-03-12T03:52:04.505-04:00ConfusedI don't just mean in a particular sense. More like a pretty much constant state of awareness. I don't know why, and I'm half afraid to find out. But the other half really, really wants to know what I'm so mixed up about. One of my LJ friends posted a meme about describing yourself in twelve words or less. I came up with some, but mostly, I tend to keep my better words close to the vest. I'm the most open secretive person ever. I've gotten to be quite good at it. Pretend you're a completely open book, and no one digs under the surface. Great plan for group domination if I do say so myself.<br /><br />Still wish I knew more about what makes me a little turned left when the rest of the world is going right. Make one less thing on my to do list.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-25767584911529660962008-03-01T01:31:00.003-05:002008-03-01T02:30:30.909-05:00Damn that was sexy...I don't know how many people have been keeping up with JK Rowlings' lawsuit against Steve Vander Ark and RDR books, but it's pretty important. In the wide scope of things, and the smaller. The basic fan entitlement in HP fandom has inspired me on more than one occasion to request that some spy come swipe the more egotistical fans (hello, Cassie Claire, Heidi Tandy, and Scribbles) off the internet. Not death. Just...off the internet. Where they'll no longer be allowed to try and pretend being popular online does fuck all in your offline life. Yeah. And HP has got a shit ton because of the size and different divisions. Of course, all fandoms have those divisions, but most don't have the same scope and size. So that's going on, all the time. God the wank and drama could have kept the Titanic floating into harbor.<br /><br />Okay, back on topic. So, the basic idea is that the Harry Potter Lexicon, a very well-known and supported website, was edited to be written up as a published book. Now, in fandoms, one law is this: don't try to make money off copyrighted material or you'll be eating out of a tube for a couple years after the massive smackdown that will accompany it. When Buffy was still on the air, Fox sent out a lot of cease and desist orders. Though the Fox case was very unfair, since the internet community is what draws in more interest, and Joss Whedon was all for it and even posted on the official forum, but it still holds that talking and exploring the canon is what keeps people interested. Just check out any fandom on LiveJournal. People migrate and take their friendslists with them. How the hell else do you explain Fall Out Boy otherwise?<br /><br />SVA, because it's shorter than the moron's name, has decided that after JKR said no to his own, or working on one in conjuction, to print it out. And he went to this no name publisher in Michigan. Which all you Michigan people might wanna hide your face in embarrassment. No, seriously. SVA, a middle-aged fanboy in epic portions of Star Wars standards, has been compared to Elvis. Oh, yes. And as one community I'm on says, it only works if it's drugged out, fat Elvis. It sure as hell isn't the cool one. And that's the more tame versions. He's been asked about it in the past and has publicly stated that if he had/did not obtain JKR's permission, one would never arrive. Except that was a total lie apparently.<br /><br />I'm not a fan on lawyers, just not. Sorry. But I want buy JKR/WB's lawyers enough drinks to float <i>all</i> of JKR's money on a barge around the world. Because they are just that damn awesome. See, I have issues when authors start to get nervous because their fans turn out to be horrible people and try and take away well-earned profits. Can we say hell-to-the-naw on that? Good. We just did. RDR needs to just shut up, let it go, and admit defeat. You can not print an encyclopedia of work without citations, or almost exclusively all JKR's words (be it verbatim or paraphrased) and expect to get away with it. You can't. Sorry. So I'm all for SVA getting 500 lbs of Get-The-Fuck-Out-Of-My-Fandom shoved up his ass and make him walk funny for a long time. It doesn't work in college, and it's not going to work in professional life.<br /><br />Fandom is my downtime. It's where I can squeal and giggle or rant up a storm about something I happening on a show or in a book series. It's where I can write up what <i>I</i> was missing from the source, or what I think was missed in an effort to condense. There' s also friendships. I've made many a friend through fandom, and several I would consider my best friends that I've met offline as well. It's more a society unto itself. And there are some very basic laws. If you go against them, you're gonna hear about it quite loudly. Self-policing is working wonders for the most part.<br /><br />JKR is not Anne Rice, meaning she does not belong in the sanitarium with the Riddler from the 3rd Batman movie. She does not beat down anyone that disagrees. Nor does she forget those awesome things called paragraphs. She's given Lexicon an award for the dedication and work. Just like she has six or more others. It has nothing to do with giving them permission to print her copyrighted, non-public domain work as their own and profit. That's actually the number one of fandom behavior, I believe. And the sad part is that SVA has <i>fans</i>. I didn't see it, but remember when Jar Jar Binks came out? Yeah, the frothing people who hated him have more intelligence than these yahoos. Seriously.<br /><br />I am just amazed at the stupidity of people taking SVA's side, when he's clearly in the wrong. Just because she's extremely rich does not give them permission to profit off of it. Hello, if you want to make money, write your own damn stories. There's a difference from critical analysis and copy/paste. One is fostering discussion, and the other is a reference material.<br /><br />In case you're interested, <a href="http://news.justia.com/cases/featured/new-york/nysdce/1:2007cv09667/315790/" target="new">here's the Justia link</a> where you can find out all the documents we're allowed to see. I truly can not wait for this royal smackdown. When you're playing in someone else's sandbox, you don't pee in it. And I will positively have <a href="http://docs.justia.com/cases/federal/district-courts/new-york/nysdce/1:2007cv09667/315790/61/" target="new">this lady's offspring</a>. Because damn that was hot. Almost as hot as JKR saying SVA wasn't a fan. God I <a href="http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/docs/johnsonfeb27.pdf" target="new">love</a> intelligent smackdowns. Especially declarations that basically call SVA a pompous windbag. One should note that he went for quite a while not updating anything, and part of that was through RDR's orders. I know before the 6th book came out, most of the larger sections had barely any information past the fourth. (Poor Ginny had no information for her awesomeness in Book 5.)Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-53417670912088078912008-02-29T01:52:00.003-05:002008-02-29T02:25:40.275-05:00One Jessie Dead On The FloorI've had a pretty busy couple of days. Saturday until Sunday afternoon, my godmom was throwing up for 18 hours. Then we called 911, and they took her to the hospital 12 hours in the ER (4:30pm - 4:30am) and she was diagnosed with having gallstones. That means she has to be admitted. That means I can't leave the hospital until 6am. I have class at 3:30. Surgery was talked about, and they said they'd call to let me know when. I got a whopping 2 hours sleep that night (because that's SO good for the diabetic. Really.) I was getting ready to hit the road to see her when they call at 1. Surgery's at 3. That's right. Two hours notice. I send off emails to my profs, saying I'm sorry, but a family emergency came up and I need to be there since I'm the power of attorney.<br /><br />Turns out she had rotten gallstones. Bladder's gone completely. So that's out. Her surgeon was the same one that worked on my diabetic abscess about four years ago. And oddly enough, he remembered me. Well, it's not every day you work on a 22 year old's ass in the child's section because you can't wait to hit the OR. Just saying. Anyway, so she wakes up, and my mom mom and I are waiting for her. Mom Mom's been there since I was. She stuck around and was more than a little awesome.<br /><br />When the anathesia was wearing off, combined with the morphine, was a funny thing to witness. You'll be glad to know the nurses all wanted to kill her. So while I went to catch me some real food (I had eaten pretty much entirely cafeteria food the day before and it wasn't settling well) and do some errands around the hospital, she sat with her. Apparently they had a good time, which is good like you wouldn't believe. I hate it when they bitch each other out. Mom mom really stepped up and did what she was supposed to. I appreciated it.<br /><br />Mama came home Tuesday, thank goodness. See, I had midterms Wednesday and Thursday. So I was glad. Only, I show up to both my classes Wednesday, and guess what...there's a test! In each one! Ones I hadn't even tried to study for. Wasn't that <i>fabulous</i>? I know, it was so thrilling to know. I'm just hoping I passed them. Okay, let's back up a bit. I didn't know I was going to have the tests, since my teachers had it on the list but as of last week, hadn't even made a peep about them. Fail, teachers, fail. Actually, double fail, since they never emailed me back. Thanks assholes. Because I clearly needed to worry about if I was going to be okay, or not, in class.<br /><br />Let's hope I passed, but I doubt I did the math one. That's why I need reviews. Stupid fucking teachers. Stop being lazy damn it. Learn your courses, and know how to read the schedule you created. Ugh. Anyway, so I took the tests.<br /><br />And today my history wasn't talking about it, but he <i>was</i> talking about early Christianity, since we were discussing Rome. You know, call me kooky, but I don't think it's good to put people on the spot like that. Just saying. And I took my Religions midterm. I'm hoping I passed it. I really, really do. I think I got all of the multiple choice right, and maybe partially on the essay, so that should be totally passing. Dunno the percentage of that one. Oh, that's right. 25% of my grade. Yeah, exactly.<br /><br />Tomorrow I get to go do errands and next week? I totally get the opportunity to read like three books on American Muslim women, watch Little Buddha for Religion. I need to type up my history notes too. And all this while taking care of my godmom post-surgery and do some errands with her. I'm going to be very tired between doing everything. Not to mention figuring out what the hell I'm supposed to be doing with my history paper due on March 20th. Which is like the week after spring break is over. Again. Worst group. Ever. Though, my ass has an A in the class, so you know, I'll be charitable.<br /><br />Someone wanna give me like a bottle of vodka and OJ, so I can pretend the week won't happen.<br /><br />Now I go off to bed so I can do some homework this weekend. Reading a lot of books man. I have to write a note page on it for class. Well, one of them anyway, since it's a source notepage. This man is not normal. I'm just saying.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.com0