September 26, 2006

• Well, it’s 3 a.m. and I can’t sleep. It’s not really out of the
  ordinary, but usually I’d be tossing and turning in bed trying to fall
  asleep. I’m certain by the time I actually fall asleep, it will be
  close to the time I have to get up for lecture, which I will surely
  miss once again. Luckily, they insist on taping it for download. That
  really makes me happy if I miss lecture, because then I don’t really
  miss lecture in essence.

  I am still looking for a decent job that makes me happy. Hotel job was
  far from that, and to say the least, it quite sucked. I mean, wow, it
  was boring. I’ve been in contact with a lady at a horse barn, but
  knowing how horse people are… it’s been a back and forth thing for
  the past week or so. Hopefully I can meet with her Friday morning or
  this upcoming weekend. That could be good. I also am trying to get my
  foot in the door of the Humane Society, taking pictures of the cats
  that are up for adoption. Speaking of cats, my mom wants to come visit
  me on Saturday morning/early afternoon and I am going to try to
  convince her to get me a kitten(s) on that day. It’s nearly October,
  and she said that I could get one in October. I am going to try to get
  two, just so they can have playmates, and because the Humane Society
  has this wonderful thing called the 2-for-1 sale, which they have going
  all year round on cats, it seems. Yeah. So. That’d be great. I got a
  name picked out for one, but everything else is up in the air.

  I’m starting to get tired. But I know as soon as I get back into bed, I won’t be tired anymore. Such is life.

  I bought an air freshner at the store today. One of those fan ones that
  disperses the fragrance. It’s awesome, I really like it. It works very
  well. For some reason, I think the person either below me or above me
  is having problems with their dog. It smells like dog poop near one of
  the vents in my apartment for some unknown reason and I can’t figure it
  out. I don’t have a dog, and I certainly don’t have any dog poop in my
  apartment. Maybe I should check my shoes. But, seriously, it can’t be
  me. There is no plausible way. I just smelled it again. It’s really
  driving me insane.

  I miss Oreo a ton. Seriously. Killing. Me. I also miss Jim, but I can’t
  do anything about that because of a certain two people. Evil.

  Ummm. Oh. I got this really awesome copy of a painting by a man named
  Steinlen called Clinique Cheron. It’s awesome. It’s like a veterinarian
  painting and I hung it in my living room. I’m obsessed with it. It’s so
  beautiful. Google him. I want every painting he has done of a cat.
  Those are his specialty.

  Typing is therapeutic, and I’m getting even more sleepy.

  Tina is coming in a little less than two weeks, and I can’t be more
  excited. Boone’s Farm wine on Friday night, Indy Zoo on Saturday, and
  um…. other non-planned stuff on Sunday. Very excited. Plus I have
  Monday and Tuesday off of school, and I think that will be the happiest
  days of my life. Especially if I have the kitten(s) by then. All day
  play time with them. =D

  God, I want kitten(s).

  Pray.
  
  

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