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We still don't have any internet, which makes me sad. Sad, sad, sad. I guess it might be a good thing for the moment, only because I can't get distracted when studying for finals. If I really, desperately need to look something up I can always use my Blackberry. So if any of you need to get a hold of me, the best thing to do is shoot an e-mail to reaction.filler(at)gmail(dot)com and I'll get back to you ASAP. Otherwise it might be a few days before I can make a response.
I'm taking a break from rewriting my overfishing essay to say that I am TIRED, but I had a fantastic time last night getting slightly drunk off some Mike's Hard Lemonade. I slurped those down like I was dying from dehydration. It was a good day, though. I got done another one of the bug pictures, the house was cleaned nicely, had lots of good cuddling times with Edwin ♥, went to my school and made sure my violin lessons actually went through for next semester, and started learning a special song on said violin... oh! And I ran into Sarah on campus, which was also extremely lurvley. So, really, that Lemonade topped off an almost perfect day. While drunk Edwin ran downstairs and pulled out from the dumpster a nice top shelf that we're going to fix up and use as a display for the guest bedroom, which hopefully Ivory won't be able to get up on. :3
Andrew drunk dialed me last night, and then I drunk dialed him back, and all of that was seriously epic. I ranted (for whatever reason) about Trolldom, and about how my feet still have a tan line from one afternoon with Kathryn in Tempe. And this and that, and this and that. Nathan called me, I wrote Sean a letter, I procrastinated my rewrite of my essay (which I'm half way done now?), and Edwin made awesome tofu tacos for Cinco De Mayo. I'm still tired since I didn't sleep that much, but at least when I went to bed I was out cold for a change.
I really just wanted to update because I wanted to say that last night I had a dream about talking to a Katydid. It was green with these light, bright pink wings, and it seriously TALKED to me. In the dream I had a box of crickets that I was putting into my cricket terrarium that I keep when I feed Tarantino, and there were 50-100 crickets pouring out of the box? It seemed endless. A whole bunch got out and were all over the floor, so I was catching them and putting them back into the terrarium. There was this really huge one that looked weird, and when I saw the abdomen I realized it was a katydid. I wanted to take a picture of it and reached over for my camera, but he thought I was reaching for him and jumped away and said, "Oh no you don't!" (He struck me as British. I don't know.)
I just laughed and told him I didn't want to catch him. He told me that he didn't believe me. I held out my right hand, folded my fingers, and stuck up my pinky. "No, really. I pinky swear. The pinky swear is the biggest promise of human promises that can't broken. I just wanted to take a picture. But I am going to tell my boyfriend you're in here because I don't want him to accidentally crush you. Oh, and you might want to be extra careful. I have a cat and he likes to try to eat anything that moves." If possible, the Katydid looked confused.
And that's how I woke up. Confused. But it was awesome, because I chatted it up with a fucking British katydid.
I'm taking a break from rewriting my overfishing essay to say that I am TIRED, but I had a fantastic time last night getting slightly drunk off some Mike's Hard Lemonade. I slurped those down like I was dying from dehydration. It was a good day, though. I got done another one of the bug pictures, the house was cleaned nicely, had lots of good cuddling times with Edwin ♥, went to my school and made sure my violin lessons actually went through for next semester, and started learning a special song on said violin... oh! And I ran into Sarah on campus, which was also extremely lurvley. So, really, that Lemonade topped off an almost perfect day. While drunk Edwin ran downstairs and pulled out from the dumpster a nice top shelf that we're going to fix up and use as a display for the guest bedroom, which hopefully Ivory won't be able to get up on. :3
Andrew drunk dialed me last night, and then I drunk dialed him back, and all of that was seriously epic. I ranted (for whatever reason) about Trolldom, and about how my feet still have a tan line from one afternoon with Kathryn in Tempe. And this and that, and this and that. Nathan called me, I wrote Sean a letter, I procrastinated my rewrite of my essay (which I'm half way done now?), and Edwin made awesome tofu tacos for Cinco De Mayo. I'm still tired since I didn't sleep that much, but at least when I went to bed I was out cold for a change.
I really just wanted to update because I wanted to say that last night I had a dream about talking to a Katydid. It was green with these light, bright pink wings, and it seriously TALKED to me. In the dream I had a box of crickets that I was putting into my cricket terrarium that I keep when I feed Tarantino, and there were 50-100 crickets pouring out of the box? It seemed endless. A whole bunch got out and were all over the floor, so I was catching them and putting them back into the terrarium. There was this really huge one that looked weird, and when I saw the abdomen I realized it was a katydid. I wanted to take a picture of it and reached over for my camera, but he thought I was reaching for him and jumped away and said, "Oh no you don't!" (He struck me as British. I don't know.)
I just laughed and told him I didn't want to catch him. He told me that he didn't believe me. I held out my right hand, folded my fingers, and stuck up my pinky. "No, really. I pinky swear. The pinky swear is the biggest promise of human promises that can't broken. I just wanted to take a picture. But I am going to tell my boyfriend you're in here because I don't want him to accidentally crush you. Oh, and you might want to be extra careful. I have a cat and he likes to try to eat anything that moves." If possible, the Katydid looked confused.
And that's how I woke up. Confused. But it was awesome, because I chatted it up with a fucking British katydid.