quick quick post
...while I reinstall Office (have not put things back on my ibook since it got its lobotomy).
I'm writing a paper, but this doesn't count as procrastination, because I have to install the thing. Although it sort of does. I'm also sleepy and chugging a Dr Pepper so I will be able to wake up. I also think I just realized I might not be able to install this thing. Argh.
Wait no I'm fine. Anyway. I need to trim Dru's nails. She just got stuck on the scratching post. It is late late late and everyone is sleeping. I had to wake Amy up when I got home at 12:30 this morning because the chain was on the door. I am the Bad Roommate. Okay not really but I am the one coming home at absurd hours on Sunday nights. Tomorrow is her last day of work, too. Ahwell. Hopefully she went straight back to sleep.
So.
The point of this post is.
My boyfriend. Is the greatest boyfriend of all time and much much much better than I deserve, for many many reasons, not limited to but including his recent decision to purchase and give to me a DS Lite!!!
It looks like an iPod but is lights and bigger and SO satisfying and I LOVE it and I already have a puppy on Nintendogs named Trixie after my childhood dog and Brain Age thinks I have a 57 year old brain because it based the number on only one task. Then I did the other stuff and it said I had a 23 year old brain but that it could only save one brain age per day so once this paper is done and I have been to class I will kick its butt at silly IQ-test-like-activities. Cat has played lots and lots of Mario Kart and a little Super Mario Bros. They look great actually. My job at the store was to stop him from buying two of the things, and I did so, but it was very very hard, because I wanted him to get them so we could race each other etc. If his birthday wasn't in freaking December I would be seriously considering whether I could justify spending that amount of cash back on him (he has a job and I don't, so my uncertainty on this matter doesn't reflect any disparity in our affection for one another but merely in our respective cash flows - although the other side of the coin is that I live off my parents, more or less, whereas he is self-sufficient, so in that sense I could be less cautious about money, except I am more so because I hate spending money on things I don't need when I know it's not money I earned. Or something.
But yeah. This weekend was our grand quarter-year celebration, which is of course silliness incarnate, because we are both perfectly grown-up people who should reserve the word "anniversary" for something that actually involves a year. I, however, pushed for celebration, because we have a big long stretch of nothing to be silly about (his birthday and Christmas are in December, my birthday and the say we started dating are in March, V-Day is in February, and April-November are a giant stretch of regular relationship for us). Okay yeah I'm ridiculous. I got him two things, but one is still in the mail, because I'm a little behind. He tried to track down a DSLite early (some stores were selling them, either by accident or for unknown reasons), but couldn't so we picked it up this morning. We had dinner at his house, cooked by him, and watched Wedding Crashers and went out to The Melting Pot for dessert, where the hostess was kind of irritating and our waiter was hilarious and nice and overwhelmed and gave us extras of things. We would've gone for dinner, too, but I committed to wanting to late and we couldn't get reservations before 9:30 pm. It was really nice though. That place is absurd. We got a dark chocolate thing with marshmallow cream flambeed at the table (to toast it) and oreo cookie bits. We almost got two desserts, which would have seriously destroyed me. It felt so wrong leaving that much chocolate behind, but I guess sacrifices have to be made sometimes.
Anyway the only problem with my weekend is that I spent it all in Virginia, which means I completely neglected Dru (she's fine, though, demanding attention and currently curled up next to me being warm and purry) and that time flew by and I didn't start my paper til lateish tonight (due tomorrow morning at about 9 am). So, yeah, no sleep for me. Or only a little. If I don't get off this damn website and go write the paper, no sleep at all.
Okay, seriously, though, Cat is amazing. I know I rarely-if-ever talk about him here, because I don't want to be one of those people, but it blows me away how thoughtful he is, and how much I adore him, and how well things are going with us. I mean I'm still me, so I can be a bitch and he doesn't just let me walk all over him or anything, but it's all stuff that can be chalked up to our not being perfect, not any inherent flaws in the relationship or anything.
Also, Dru loves him. She sleeps with him, even when I'm right there. Not every time, but often enough. I think he moves less than I do, or is secretly bribing her with catnip and treats when I'm not looking. Anyway. Paper. Me. Now. Women. Psychology. Absurdity.
I came thisclose to writing this paper on Buffy (we have to pick a female character from a tv show, movie, fairy tale, whatever, and Cat suggested her, which was actually perfect) and having one of my perspectives be Freudian so I could talk about her stake as a phallic symbol and her aggression when fighting vampires as resulting from her symbolic taking on of the male role while wielding it, but I couldn't come up with another good perspective to use, so I am doing Elliot from Scrubs. Although. I don't know. Buffy is kind of perfect. Gyah.
Okay seriously leaving now.
I'm writing a paper, but this doesn't count as procrastination, because I have to install the thing. Although it sort of does. I'm also sleepy and chugging a Dr Pepper so I will be able to wake up. I also think I just realized I might not be able to install this thing. Argh.
Wait no I'm fine. Anyway. I need to trim Dru's nails. She just got stuck on the scratching post. It is late late late and everyone is sleeping. I had to wake Amy up when I got home at 12:30 this morning because the chain was on the door. I am the Bad Roommate. Okay not really but I am the one coming home at absurd hours on Sunday nights. Tomorrow is her last day of work, too. Ahwell. Hopefully she went straight back to sleep.
So.
The point of this post is.
My boyfriend. Is the greatest boyfriend of all time and much much much better than I deserve, for many many reasons, not limited to but including his recent decision to purchase and give to me a DS Lite!!!
It looks like an iPod but is lights and bigger and SO satisfying and I LOVE it and I already have a puppy on Nintendogs named Trixie after my childhood dog and Brain Age thinks I have a 57 year old brain because it based the number on only one task. Then I did the other stuff and it said I had a 23 year old brain but that it could only save one brain age per day so once this paper is done and I have been to class I will kick its butt at silly IQ-test-like-activities. Cat has played lots and lots of Mario Kart and a little Super Mario Bros. They look great actually. My job at the store was to stop him from buying two of the things, and I did so, but it was very very hard, because I wanted him to get them so we could race each other etc. If his birthday wasn't in freaking December I would be seriously considering whether I could justify spending that amount of cash back on him (he has a job and I don't, so my uncertainty on this matter doesn't reflect any disparity in our affection for one another but merely in our respective cash flows - although the other side of the coin is that I live off my parents, more or less, whereas he is self-sufficient, so in that sense I could be less cautious about money, except I am more so because I hate spending money on things I don't need when I know it's not money I earned. Or something.
But yeah. This weekend was our grand quarter-year celebration, which is of course silliness incarnate, because we are both perfectly grown-up people who should reserve the word "anniversary" for something that actually involves a year. I, however, pushed for celebration, because we have a big long stretch of nothing to be silly about (his birthday and Christmas are in December, my birthday and the say we started dating are in March, V-Day is in February, and April-November are a giant stretch of regular relationship for us). Okay yeah I'm ridiculous. I got him two things, but one is still in the mail, because I'm a little behind. He tried to track down a DSLite early (some stores were selling them, either by accident or for unknown reasons), but couldn't so we picked it up this morning. We had dinner at his house, cooked by him, and watched Wedding Crashers and went out to The Melting Pot for dessert, where the hostess was kind of irritating and our waiter was hilarious and nice and overwhelmed and gave us extras of things. We would've gone for dinner, too, but I committed to wanting to late and we couldn't get reservations before 9:30 pm. It was really nice though. That place is absurd. We got a dark chocolate thing with marshmallow cream flambeed at the table (to toast it) and oreo cookie bits. We almost got two desserts, which would have seriously destroyed me. It felt so wrong leaving that much chocolate behind, but I guess sacrifices have to be made sometimes.
Anyway the only problem with my weekend is that I spent it all in Virginia, which means I completely neglected Dru (she's fine, though, demanding attention and currently curled up next to me being warm and purry) and that time flew by and I didn't start my paper til lateish tonight (due tomorrow morning at about 9 am). So, yeah, no sleep for me. Or only a little. If I don't get off this damn website and go write the paper, no sleep at all.
Okay, seriously, though, Cat is amazing. I know I rarely-if-ever talk about him here, because I don't want to be one of those people, but it blows me away how thoughtful he is, and how much I adore him, and how well things are going with us. I mean I'm still me, so I can be a bitch and he doesn't just let me walk all over him or anything, but it's all stuff that can be chalked up to our not being perfect, not any inherent flaws in the relationship or anything.
Also, Dru loves him. She sleeps with him, even when I'm right there. Not every time, but often enough. I think he moves less than I do, or is secretly bribing her with catnip and treats when I'm not looking. Anyway. Paper. Me. Now. Women. Psychology. Absurdity.
I came thisclose to writing this paper on Buffy (we have to pick a female character from a tv show, movie, fairy tale, whatever, and Cat suggested her, which was actually perfect) and having one of my perspectives be Freudian so I could talk about her stake as a phallic symbol and her aggression when fighting vampires as resulting from her symbolic taking on of the male role while wielding it, but I couldn't come up with another good perspective to use, so I am doing Elliot from Scrubs. Although. I don't know. Buffy is kind of perfect. Gyah.
Okay seriously leaving now.