Kah-thunk

This morning started out normally, at least as normal as it's been the past week. I woke up at the catsitting house at 8:40 am and was in the van on the way home (to take Megan to work) by 8:47. Picked up Megan at home and then started driving her to work. We got about halfway there and then the van made a big "kah-thunk" noise, it sounded like we drove over something big but there was nothing in the road and I actually felt the thunk through the accelerator ... not good. So we had to stop at a red light, and nothing else happened right away so we carried on. Got about 2/3 of the way there when it made the noise/vibration again and this time we pulled over right away. That turned out to be a good move because shortly after the engine died and wouldnt start up again. So there we were, stranded on the side of the road. Luckily Megan had her cell (mine had died last night) so we called dad (who didn't pick up) and then called mom (who was busy with a patient). So we waited around, tried dad's office phone to no avail, and then finally we decided to start walking to the RAC (which is where Megan works). A few minutes after we started, dad finally called us back. He had been in a meeting and was going to go straight to the RAC to pick me up. We got most of the way there by the time dad got to us, Megan got a lift the rest of the way to work and then dad and I went back to the van where he assessed the damage (yep, it was dead) and then called for a tow. After the van was towed off, dad drove me back home where I changed for work and then he dropped me off at work (30 minutes early but he couldn't take any more time off).

So that was fun. As Megan kept putting it, the van kah-thunked, kah-thunked, and kah-died.

After work, I hitched a ride home with mom and read The Black Gryphon by Mercedes Lackey (one of my Christmas presents from Syb). Took a nice shower/bath and then I'm not really sure where the time went. What I do know is that I was pretty sure the lady who owns the cat I've been watching was getting home today, and its 10:23 pm and she's still not back. So I'm starting to think she's not coming back until tomorrow.

I'm at the cat house at the moment (which is how I know she's not back yet). Earlier I called the guy I was supposed to puppysit for tomorrow and he changed his mind and no longer wants me to puppysit (sad day). And I'm also supposed to dogsit this weekend for the lady with the two dogs and I don't know when she's leaving either. Sigh, I really need better communication skills.

Oh and I found out I'm going to be about $1000 short for tuition this semester, and thanks to all the recent and expensive tragedies in our family lately I'm guessing the parents aren't going to be able to help me out with it. Oh and that's assuming I completely empty out all of my bank accounts. It will be sad to have no money and no job.

Well right now I'm just updating this while watching Treasure Planet, not quite Planet Earth but it's one of the few movies on my computer so I can't be picky.

I love Dr. Doppler in this movie - his word mix-ups are so hilarious. "Well I have a lot of help to offer anatomically... amenimonically... as-astronomically *facepalm*" Good movie.

Well I really have little else to say so I'll end it here.

Planet Earth

So I think I've watched all of the Planet Earth episodes by now, it's a really amazing series and I loved watching the behind-the-scenes stuff they have on the DVD's. Now I want to be a nature photographer! Or an animal behaviorist. Or a millionaire!

Right, on the other hand I did manage to bash a hole into my pinky finger with - yes it's true - an ice cube. It was at Culver's and I was filling the ice bucket and I somehow hit a corner of an ice cube with the knuckle on my pinky just the right way and it started bleeding all over. Only I could manage something like that.

So I've been staying overnights at the cat house (watching Planet Earth) and this morning I had to wake up early to get home so Megan could have access to a car. Since I was up late last night I got about 4 hours of sleep then drove home and slept in until 1pm. I woke up and was shocked at how late I slept - yet thrilled because I haven't been able to do that in ages.

This morning, after getting home but before waking up, I had a very weird dream. Most of it was at a ski place - in the dream it was a combination of Frontenac, Welch, and Steeplechase. And then I was riding a lift with Tiffany of all people - just random since I haven't seen her in probably over a year. Kate and Jackie and Kallie were there as well as Nate and then we talked about Paul (set designer). It was just awkward how many people who I haven't seen in ages were in the dream - then after I woke up and got on Facebook I saw that Nate's status was that he was going skiing! I think my subconscious is trying to tell me to go skiing.

So thats my random dream story. I need to work on my scrapbooking and finish that darn thing. Maybe that's why Tiffany was in my dream! She went to Europe with me way back almost 6 years ago - which is what I've been scrapbooking.

Wow and Megan just turned the TV from (finishing the episode of) 'Real Housewives of Orange County' *please kill me now* to 'Little House on the Prairie' *awww*. And I've finished my breakfast of Cocoa Puffs. And I'm on my mom's laptop because, guess what! My laptop battery died and is apparently not covered under my warranty (which replaced my hard drive but not my battery... wtf...). So on the Dell site the batteries were around $150 - then I went on Amazon and found some for about $60. Ridiculous. So I guess all the money I make from selling the digital camera will go towards a new battery. Sigh - but at least my laptop works, it just only works when it's plugged into the wall.

And now she's watching Made on MTV and that's my cue to leave.

Apathy

It's hard to tell if you're spiralling into a dark depression of self-pity or you're having a super fantastic day when you just stop caring. Dark right? Apathy is cool.

I've now gotten off my extra motivated "find a job/internship" kick and am back to being a lazy slug. Granted over these past few days I've shovelled mountains of snow, done dishes and other chores around the house, and even last night began continuing my scrapbook from Europa 2003. I'm already up to June 27 - Valencia. Which, to be honest, is a lot farther than I thought I'd get. I'm hoping to do more today, I have about 2 hours left before work (and then catsitting, yaaay). Thinking I may actually finish Valencia and then get a small start on Madrid.

Haven't worked on any paintings or other art projects yet. Instead just been wasting my time and brain cells watching television and movies. Although on Wednesday night Megan, mom, dad, and I all played racquetball at the RAC which was unexpectedly fun. Even though dad was playing with his left hand (and he's right-handed) and still managed to win no matter who he was teamed with. It was still fun. So much so that I offered to go back to the RAC yesterday with Megan to play more. We did, and I won 13-15. It was a close match and we were being silly but it was still fun. Then we went into the pool (which was as warm as a bath) and a bit of hot tubbing (but why do elderly overweight women sit in it naked??? and then try to join in on your conversation... no offense but ew).

Right now, mom's off work and vaccuuming after going to the RAC and grocery shopping and Megan and Sara are off seeing a movie (that they did not invite me to... I feel loved...). So I'm in the basement pretending to work more on my scrapbook (because strangely mom approves of that) but instead I'm updating my blog. Mostly because I'm lacking the inspiration/motivation to work on it.

Well I suppose I had better at least get something out to look more plausible. This post didn't really live up to its title... other than I seriously feel nothing at the moment other than the desire to sleep (and no, I'm definitely not sleep-deprived). Wow, there's a comfy looking bed down here...

Happy Birthday Dad!

So it's my dad's official birthday today. We had a surprise party for him at Buffalo Wild Wings on Saturday - he was shocked and Jeff and Gail and Scott and Cindy came along with tons of his friends from work, basketball, and even a few from Iowa. So that was kind of a fun night - Megan and Sara and I arrived early to help set up and then I left semi early (around 9pm). Mom and dad didn't get back until around midnight - completely smashed.



Megan and I are currently watching The Land Before Time 2... which is sad I know but we wanted to watch something we didnt really have to pay attention to and was short. It actually makes me want to just watch the first one. Nevermind, we're going to watch the first one instead. For some reason they all started singing in the second one, and Megan couldn't handle it. The first one is much darker anyway, whcih we both approve of.



I was sucking helium from one of the balloons from dad's party earlier. Hehe it makes my voice sound so funny - but no one else wanted to do it with me! Such losers.



I don't really have much to say for myself, other than working at Culver's pretty much every day (11-4) except when they let me off early. Monday was crazy - tons of snow, I had to shovel at Culver's and by the time I finished the end of the sidewalk, the beginning was already covered in snow again! Then I got sent home early (had to bum a ride with Steve - dad's friend) and once I got home, shovelled the driveway. It took me nearly an hour to get it done and I was wiped by the end. Later that night we had to do it again! But this time my dad used the snow blower and I just shovelled as much as I could before he got to it with the snow blower.



So I have tomorrow and Thursday off from work, and don't start catsitting again until Friday so I'm deciding what I should do over my two days off. Nearly three days really, since I don't work until 4 on Friday. I want to be semi productive, I just can't decide what in. I should work on finishing my resume and looking up jobs for the summer, but I just can't seem to get motivated. My parents are really pushing the 'working at Mayo' thing, but it's just not something I really enjoy that much, even if it would be a good-paying job (like a lab tech). Otherwise I also want to work on a couple of paintings I started during the semester, as well as potentially finishing my freaking scrapbook from my Europe trip (yes, that was in the summer of 2003, I am an expert at procrastination).



Well yet again I've run out of things to say.

Coping

Been an interesting week, and it seems like it's been longer than it has been. It's good in a way, it seems like the bad stuff happened a long time ago and I'm mostly past the raw emotional trauma of it and moved on to the sad acceptance of it. Maybe I've grown. Or maybe I'm still just in denial that it actually happened and pretending she's coming back anyday now.

It's odd hanging around the house, unnaturally quiet at times. Sometimes I'll see a pillow, coat, or something laying on the floor and just glance over it and think it's her. Or I'll come in and expect to hear barking, or hear the doorbell ring and wait for her to go crazy at the door.

Been working at Culver's, and finished dogsitting. Catsitting ends tomorrow. I broke down to Paul and Jeanne (people I was dogsitting for - Paul used to be the set designer at Century so we knew each other quite well). They were very sympathetic and even sent us a card. They also had bought me a tshirt from Jamaica which was really cool of them (not to mention overpaid me).

Past few days I've been getting off early at Culver's, which has good and bad to it. Good because I don't really like working long shifts there, but bad because I really need the money. Like today for instance I was supposed to work 11-8, and I got off at 2. That's 6 hours of work now that I won't get money for. Not to mention the fact that I got in to work 20 minutes late due to some communication issues. The new red car was in the shop for some repairs and mom, dad, and Sara had the other vehicles so dad was supposed to come get me and drive me to work. The problem was that he got stuck in a meeting and forgot his cell phone so he couldn't call me and my calls weren't going through to him. Eventually I ended up calling his coworker (her family was the one who took care of me when I totalled mom's bug in the summer of 2007) to see if she knew where he was. She didn't but she offered to come get me and bring me to work, which was great of her.

So now I've just been doing laundry and watching Gilmore Girls (and listening to the guy who's wandering around our house for an "appraisal" or something). Aaaand he's gone. NO! Ah he's not gone, he's outside now. That was creepy.

Well he's gone but mom's home. Not sure what else to talk about. So I'll stop then.