Feeling goofy...
I had a really good sleep and cuddled with Zak this morning. Then Fig hopped into bed with me after he left.
And Zak told me Pamela Anderson is going to be at Fan Expo? Weird.
I also got an email back about a job offer. Well, I thought it was an offer for a full time job...it seems now they want me to do a bunch of freelance stuff and then maybe offer me full time employment. I feel kind of mislead. I know everyone's "playing the game," but would it really kill people to just be upfront? Jeez...
My brother graduated from college yesterday! I got to hang out with his girlfriend at the ceremony, which was neat, she's really cool. But boy, it was kind of a crazy-busy day. Still, it was nice to hang out with Patrick.
I talked briefly with my mom, it was her birthday. Sounds like my other brother is still having a bit of trouble re-homing one of his cats (his girlfriend's allergies are getting really bad). I'll have to re-extend my offer to him...I certainly wouldn't mind having another cat in the place, even though it sucks for them to have to give them away.
I really love cats. I've always had them. My parents' cat, Wooshki, died when I was about 4. I think she was almost 20 years old or something crazy like that...but they had adopted another cat before that. I can't remember if Sher-Khan ran away before or after Wooshki passed away...then there was Dusty...then we got KC, and she had kittens really young (six of them!), and we kept two of them, Rufus and Shiva, and all four of them were around until after I moved for university. Now my mom has Ollie, and I guess my dad has kind of been adopted by a stray.
And now we have Fig.
In the mean time, we're keeping a vacancy open in case Finlay still needs to re-home Scully. But I still find myself occasionally browsing the SPCA website...
Heck, I used to always pretend I was a cat, even. Zak still sometimes calls me a cat. I guess the amount I sleep doesn't help...and all the milk I drink. Which reminds me, I need to go to the store and get some more. Can't really stand drinking my tea black...
I'm really proud of Patrick. I know he worked really hard, and he got such good grades! I still sometimes think about going to school, and Zak and I have been talking more seriously about it. I'd like to get my bachelor's...hmm...
It was really nice hanging out with Patrick. We can get along so well. I think that even though we're so different, our inner experiences make it really easy to relate to one another. Pretty much any time one of us is talking about something we struggle with, the other one is like, "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." And it's fun to talk about funny things from our childhood, even though I tend to remember more than he does.
It was funny seeing some mild looks of surprise when he introduced me as his sister. We don't really look anything alike. I'm 5'2", and he's well over six feet. He cranes his head down when we take pictures together so that he can still fit in the frame. Ha. He's great. Sometimes he can be a little insensitive to peoples' emotions, but he never condemns them. Perhaps I have enough empathy and emotions for the both of us.
Oh well...maybe increasing my dose of zoloft will help.
And Zak told me Pamela Anderson is going to be at Fan Expo? Weird.
I also got an email back about a job offer. Well, I thought it was an offer for a full time job...it seems now they want me to do a bunch of freelance stuff and then maybe offer me full time employment. I feel kind of mislead. I know everyone's "playing the game," but would it really kill people to just be upfront? Jeez...
My brother graduated from college yesterday! I got to hang out with his girlfriend at the ceremony, which was neat, she's really cool. But boy, it was kind of a crazy-busy day. Still, it was nice to hang out with Patrick.
I talked briefly with my mom, it was her birthday. Sounds like my other brother is still having a bit of trouble re-homing one of his cats (his girlfriend's allergies are getting really bad). I'll have to re-extend my offer to him...I certainly wouldn't mind having another cat in the place, even though it sucks for them to have to give them away.
I really love cats. I've always had them. My parents' cat, Wooshki, died when I was about 4. I think she was almost 20 years old or something crazy like that...but they had adopted another cat before that. I can't remember if Sher-Khan ran away before or after Wooshki passed away...then there was Dusty...then we got KC, and she had kittens really young (six of them!), and we kept two of them, Rufus and Shiva, and all four of them were around until after I moved for university. Now my mom has Ollie, and I guess my dad has kind of been adopted by a stray.
And now we have Fig.
In the mean time, we're keeping a vacancy open in case Finlay still needs to re-home Scully. But I still find myself occasionally browsing the SPCA website...
Heck, I used to always pretend I was a cat, even. Zak still sometimes calls me a cat. I guess the amount I sleep doesn't help...and all the milk I drink. Which reminds me, I need to go to the store and get some more. Can't really stand drinking my tea black...
I'm really proud of Patrick. I know he worked really hard, and he got such good grades! I still sometimes think about going to school, and Zak and I have been talking more seriously about it. I'd like to get my bachelor's...hmm...
It was really nice hanging out with Patrick. We can get along so well. I think that even though we're so different, our inner experiences make it really easy to relate to one another. Pretty much any time one of us is talking about something we struggle with, the other one is like, "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." And it's fun to talk about funny things from our childhood, even though I tend to remember more than he does.
It was funny seeing some mild looks of surprise when he introduced me as his sister. We don't really look anything alike. I'm 5'2", and he's well over six feet. He cranes his head down when we take pictures together so that he can still fit in the frame. Ha. He's great. Sometimes he can be a little insensitive to peoples' emotions, but he never condemns them. Perhaps I have enough empathy and emotions for the both of us.
Oh well...maybe increasing my dose of zoloft will help.