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I knew I hadn't posted for awhile but I didn't realize it was THAT long.
This is what happens when you take dozens of phone calls a day and have to repeat the same dang thing to 30 different people. You lose track of the days.
On the other hand, it's February now! That means many exciting things- Bailey and I are seeing Cake in concert on February 12 and we have our 18 month anniversary at the end of the month. The baby cows are starting to be born (earlier than normal, I think) and so far they're very cute. Especially the little twin who my aunt is bottle feeding (both twins and the mom lived through the birth, but since the mom was born was I was still in early elementary school, it's best that she only handle one of the two on her own). I feel sorry for him, though- sometimes bottle calves get to live in the basement, but my aunt's dog thinks he is a puppy and wants to PLAY PLAY PLAY and the calf is all infant-weak and just wants more milk MILK MILK DO YOU HAVE ANY MILK?
The whole imitating/personifying animals is more fun when I'm actually talking and I can do the voices. My aunt's dog Ziva is more manic than Bailey's housemates' dogs, who are about the same age as Ziva but don't have the crazy-making influences of a middle school boy and a ton-and-a-half of cats around. But Ziva's less fun to do the voice for than Riley and Kobe (I think that's how Bailey's housemates spell their dogs' names, but I could be wrong) because Riley and Kobe do more than just bounce bounce bounce bounce nudge nudge PAY ATTENTION TO ME. For instance, they play games with a lime that got thrown at some guy during Bailey's primary boy housemate's 36 hours of drunkeness.
I feel like such a snob when I hear stories about Bailey's housemates drinking or look at their beer selection (national brand light beers that honestly taste like lightly flavored water) or their taste in television. I'm not particularly advanced in my beer taste (Blue Moon or that hemp ale they have at the gay bar) or my television (Bravo reality competitions and USA shows, mostly, at this point ) but at least I'm not playing Beer Pong, you know? Mostly it's culture shock, going from a house full of "I got a growler of Fish Tale Ale" and "Let's drink sake!" boyfriend's roommates to going to a house full of people who do most of their drinking in a Beer Pong based drinking culture.
Media report: I've seen True Grit, Toy Story 3, The Social Network, and The King's Speech, so I'm almost halfway through the best picture nominees! I'll maybe see Black Swan next, but maybe not. I really want to see Inception, but I'll have to rent or buy it, and I'm being lazy. And I really want to see Winter's Bone. Also, if I can stand watching the climax again I'd like to see True Grit again, but I feel so sorry for that poor pony. So that's a maybe.
Anyway, I've rambled quite a lot. Have fun.
This is what happens when you take dozens of phone calls a day and have to repeat the same dang thing to 30 different people. You lose track of the days.
On the other hand, it's February now! That means many exciting things- Bailey and I are seeing Cake in concert on February 12 and we have our 18 month anniversary at the end of the month. The baby cows are starting to be born (earlier than normal, I think) and so far they're very cute. Especially the little twin who my aunt is bottle feeding (both twins and the mom lived through the birth, but since the mom was born was I was still in early elementary school, it's best that she only handle one of the two on her own). I feel sorry for him, though- sometimes bottle calves get to live in the basement, but my aunt's dog thinks he is a puppy and wants to PLAY PLAY PLAY and the calf is all infant-weak and just wants more milk MILK MILK DO YOU HAVE ANY MILK?
The whole imitating/personifying animals is more fun when I'm actually talking and I can do the voices. My aunt's dog Ziva is more manic than Bailey's housemates' dogs, who are about the same age as Ziva but don't have the crazy-making influences of a middle school boy and a ton-and-a-half of cats around. But Ziva's less fun to do the voice for than Riley and Kobe (I think that's how Bailey's housemates spell their dogs' names, but I could be wrong) because Riley and Kobe do more than just bounce bounce bounce bounce nudge nudge PAY ATTENTION TO ME. For instance, they play games with a lime that got thrown at some guy during Bailey's primary boy housemate's 36 hours of drunkeness.
I feel like such a snob when I hear stories about Bailey's housemates drinking or look at their beer selection (national brand light beers that honestly taste like lightly flavored water) or their taste in television. I'm not particularly advanced in my beer taste (Blue Moon or that hemp ale they have at the gay bar) or my television (Bravo reality competitions and USA shows, mostly, at this point ) but at least I'm not playing Beer Pong, you know? Mostly it's culture shock, going from a house full of "I got a growler of Fish Tale Ale" and "Let's drink sake!" boyfriend's roommates to going to a house full of people who do most of their drinking in a Beer Pong based drinking culture.
Media report: I've seen True Grit, Toy Story 3, The Social Network, and The King's Speech, so I'm almost halfway through the best picture nominees! I'll maybe see Black Swan next, but maybe not. I really want to see Inception, but I'll have to rent or buy it, and I'm being lazy. And I really want to see Winter's Bone. Also, if I can stand watching the climax again I'd like to see True Grit again, but I feel so sorry for that poor pony. So that's a maybe.
Anyway, I've rambled quite a lot. Have fun.