Pantsless Cat Hour

I set my alarm for 10:30 AM because I didn't have to go to Spanish class and I figured I'd give myself a rare chance to sleep in this morning. This preemptive strategy on my part for a better day was slightly ruined by the fact that my body is now conditioned to awaken at precisely 9:00 every single day without a trace of tiredness. Couple that with the fact that the sun was glaring at the world for the first time in weeks, and you've got a recipe for the most alert college student in well over a century. The rage was almost too much to handle, but my pleasure from realizing that I had not gotten a hangover from last night's Leinie© party quickly outweighed what frustration I felt, so I contented myself with spending ninety minutes not wearing pants, which is one of my favorite pastimes (I know, "pastimes" looks really weird, but I looked it up and that is how you spell it.)

Apparently, sometime in the night, my cat had decided that he needed to strew the contents of my wallet throughout my room. My cat loves to eat plastic, so my wallet filled with student IDs, driver's licenses, credit cards, etc, obviously appeared to him as a plastic buffet. Of course, I needed revenge, so after succumbing to the urge to leave the warmth of my two comforters in order to pee, I settled in to torment the little shit head.

Typically, I just torture my little buddy by making the "HOOOOOOOOOOOOO" noise at him, which usually results in him leaving the room as quickly as possible, but today, I needed to prolong the agony, so I tied a shoestring around his waist. This used to provide hours of entertainment as he tried in vain to simultaneously attack and escape from the enemy/victim now attached to his body. Unfortunately for me, he's used to my shenanigans, so instead of giving me the satisfaction of seeing him in anguish, he merely chewed on the end of the shoestring and walked out of the room without a scene. I found the shoestring in the hallway less than five minutes later. Now its almost time for me to put on pants, the cat is sitting in the window, and I swear to god he's got a smug little smile on his face because he knows that he won this round. At least Baby Chikky still loves me. BABY CHIIIIIIKKKKYYYY!!!! :]
Later.

You're Not Dreamy, Edward Cullen.

Yeah that's a Leinenkugel© in my hand and perched on my glasses is one of those little fuzzy chicks you get in your Easter baskets when your parents don't want you to overdose on sugar. In short, I was really bored so I bought a six-pack of Leinenkugel's© "Summer Shandy"and am now having a drunken party in my room with Baby Chikky. I totally just sent a text to Father saying "Baby Chikky says heeey"... which I meant to send to Lesbian Best Friend. Oops.

I should probably stop before I make more horrendous mistakes like that.

Update: The cat situation has been solved and the furball will be joining us in Montana. WOOT.

Ok, Baby Chikky and I are going to go downstairs for another beer so I can effectively enjoy this rain storm and avoid studying for my finals.
Later.

Sour Patch© Jelly Beans

These are delicious. Sorry that the picture is backward. I can't figure out how to flip photos on the iMac (if anyone has pointers, please let me know). You're welcome Sour Patch© for the free advertising. I probably shouldn't be eating these at 1:15 in the morning, but this is the first time this week that I don't need to be awake at 5:00 AM to go to work, so it's ok. Anyway, try these.
Later.

What the hell.

I'm graduating in a week and a half. My whole family's coming to watch me walk across a stage and receive a piece of paper from a rinky-dink university in Oxicodone City. After graduation, I'll have to act like a real adult-- you know, not just be considered an adult legally... I mean, do things that adults do, like clean, and take care of bills, and mow the lawn without someone telling me to do it. I won't be able to complain that I've got homework, or that I have class in the morning.

The really scary thing is that I'm moving to Montana in a little over a month. I'm really excited about getting out there, but I'm very apprehensive about the lack of monetary income that will begin in June. Also, the apartment we're getting requires a $400 pet deposit with an added $20 fee every month. So I'm left with a choice; either I pay the money and deal with it, or I give up the cat that I've had since he was a kitten. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I'm going to pick the cat over this inconvenience, but this doesn't seem to be the popular choice in the equation. My father doesn't want me to take him, and my (future) roommates and I were forced to choose a more expensive apartment because the cheaper places don't allow pets (of course). And when I say "more expensive", I'm talking about a difference of a couple hundred dollars. I'm not exactly sure what to do... I feel really bad that we're all spending so much more money for my cat, but I feel like crying every time I think about leaving my little buddy two timezones away from me... and then he knocks over my drink when he gets in the window, and I consider it.
Later.

The end is in sight.

Its April. That means I have little over a month until I graduate. I'll admit that I'm a little scared about what I'm doing with my life after college, and I'm going to miss everyone a lot... but I'm really excited to get out of this town. I'm not exaggerating when I say that Portsmouth is the asshole of Ohio (and with the current state of affairs in Ohio, that's really saying something). I'm so happy to get away.