Impatience takes over me

I have a problem with IOU Christmas gifts, especially when they are gifts that I really want. I received a wrapped, rolled up sheet of paper with a picture of my Christmas paper and a hand written note reading "coming soon to you!" This is not acceptable. I want my present and I want to play with it now.

According to my more recent information, it should be shipping sometime between January 8 and 22. A single lowly tear falls down my sad, impatient cheek.

I've made lists of what I'm going to do with said toy when it does arrive. The problem is that I want it now and it better arrive with all of its splendid and nifty glory! Blech! I demand that it be just as cool and fun as my wildest dreams imagine it to be. So there.

Dogs come when they’re called; cats take a message and get back to you later.

I am sitting on a bed with a cat who is lying completely upside down. His ears angle over the side of the bed and his tummy is entirely exposed. In addition to his being completely upside down, both of his furry little arms are sticking straight out over the side of the bed. If he were standing upright, I think it'd look like he was implying that a football team just scored. His little arms are almost hyper extended. Complete and utter amusing catness.

Sorry, just thought I'd share that

To Beth Who Noticed My Lack of Blogs

I don't know why I haven't blogged in a long time. I think it has something to do with the fact that I know if I start talking about the things that are bothering me I won't stop. It's really kept me from journaling altogether of late. I have this really nice new notebook that I've been carrying around with me for a few weeks now that I haven't even cracked. Maybe I'm broken. Kirstin who used to write all over everything has stopped. Deanna can feel free to interpret that as she likes.

Now I feel like I should have something deep and insightful to discuss. Or at least something weird.

Oh, here's something weird. My sink geysers! Yeah, like Old Faithful. If I rinse out a dish in my sink. then in maybe five or six minutes my sink will start to make gurgling noises and then nasty brown bubbling sewage type water will shoot up from the drain. Sometimes it even sprays on the floor. Very much of the disturbing ilk. I don't even know what else to say about that.

Well now that I know that I have at least one reader out there I'll definitely try to be better about blogging. I make it my pledge to ye my faithful reader to blog when I'm not busy (which is surprisingly quite regularly at this point).

My Nose Knows

I kneed myself in the nose, hard. I swung my leg up to get off the couch and slammed my knee into my face. My nose is swelling. I think it's just the cartiledge, but if I even touch my nose it feels really bruised. No fun.

Welcome to My World

Welcome to my world

I acquired three new bookcases for my new apartment, and they're already full. These cases are big, taller than I am types and I can't fit more books on them. What am I supposed to do once the semester starts? Where are all of my future books going to go? Every time I locate another book in a box I have to shift all of those on the shelves I have to make room. It's like I'm working at the bookstore again except that that one extra book absolutely has to make it onto the shelf and there's no such thing as back stock. Sigh.

If and when my father comes to visit I'm going to have him deliver another bookcase. The packaging makes it way too big to fit in my tiny car so it'll have to be imported via SUV as this town is lacking in a Crate & Barrel. I swear I never truly appreciated the number of good stores back home until I left.

I need more pictures, and a coffee table. My feet lack in coffee table sitting. How do people not have coffee tables? They seem so vital to my existance at the moment.

Contact Novelties

-changing shirts without having to take off my glasses
-buying sunglasses from a department store not the optometrist
-not spending $300+ for said sunglasses
-knowing that if I should ride a roller coaster in the near future I could actually see where I was going
-seeing my feet when I take a shower
-not having to huff on and wipe off my glasses frequently
-seeing my reflection in the mirror without glasses
-lack of light reflections in my eyes
-not having to wipe off my glasses after going out in the rain
-dumping boiling water out and not having my glasses getting steamed up

This Bipolar World

I seem to live in a world of extreme opposites. When things are good they are very very good and when they are bad they are horrid. Dammit. It's like my head is bouncing backwards and forwards between tennis rackets.

Have a car. poof! badness

Have a degree. poof! badness

Have a big check. poof! badness

I don't know how much more of this I can take. Will someone just sort out the mess that has become of my life for me? I don't have the energy or desire to deal with it anymore. There are too many things to do and no motivation to do any of them. It's like I don't deserve to be happy for more than five seconds. "Oh look, Kirstin's marginally contented, well, we'll just take care of that then won't we"

Ahhh