I got my ears pierced! It felt like it was meant to be because as I was sitting there waiting for the needle, they were playing Rancid over the speakers. I feel like I've regressed to about 5 yrs old, as I'm now obsessed with all sorts of cute earrings.

I've been worrying lately that when I have kids, they won't be as loveable as Dwight. It would be very sad not to love your own kids as much as you love a dog. But I really worry about it. Because animals are inherently better than people. And though I hope to not feel so cynical about my own kids, I worry that I will.

That said, Dwight was very bad today. Me and Aaron took him to White Rock Lake and he got so excited about the swing set that he broke out of his collar and then ran away to start chasing some bikes. We chased him and got him back, but it was quite embarassing. Now we have to get him a metal buckle collar that he can't break out of, and then I'm going to take him back to the park for some flooding therapy (make him look at bikes and swings till he doesn't care anymore).

Ew, sick, I just caught a mosquito out of thin air (one of my many talents) and it pooped mosquito eggs out onto my hand.

I am one of those insecure pet owners...if there are others out there, that is. "Dwighter-babies, I love you! Do you love me??" is a sentence that can be heard quite often here, sometimes multiple times a day. And really, I'd feel a lot better about myself if Dwight could answer out loud in human talk. I am a big fan of reassurance.

I went to the Social Security office today, and changed my name. It was super easy, and the wierd thing is, they have a policy where they will only give you 3 replacement cards a year and only 10 in a lifetime. So technically, I could change my name 9 more times in my lifetime, twice of those times before next year. I wonder if anyone ever gets up to that limit. Other than losing the card and having to get it replaced, that is...

So next week, driver's license and passport. And then bank accounts, which will be less fun. I hate banks, and I hate dealing with money. Unless it's a paycheck, and then I want to hold that shit in my hand. No direct deposit here. But seriously, I don't know how people handle money markets and bonds, and all that stuff. It's the immigrant in me, I guess--as a first-generation American, the extent of my knowledge revolves around checking and savings accounts, as my parents did not have a stock broker or financial consultant. I guess that's something I'll have to acquire in my lifetime so my second-generation kids can be good Middle-Class Americans.

I currently feel very cynical, as I have just finished watching Arlington Rd with Aaron. I knew sometime near the end that something frustrating was going to happen in the end of the movie, and I was right. Damn that Tim Robbins who always plays a creepy freakshow.
Other movies I'm looking forward to seeing all have to do with kids: Joshua, Rocket Science, and This is England. And maybe Charlie Bartlett.

Dwight is falling asleep with his nose pressed up against my foot right now. I guess that's reassurance enough.

We've been having a fly problem. It started yesterday. I made Aaron go after them all with a magazine--I pointed them out, and he would go after them. It was like having a mercenary. A lot of the flies like to convene on the back door, because it's sort of like a huge window, and I guess they are attracted to the light. We spent so much time hovered by the backdoor with a rolled up magazine spearing at the cracks between the blinds that last night, Dwight started standing by the back door thumping at flies with his nose. So today, we got one of those tennis racket-shaped bug zappers, and it's been quite satisfying massacreing those dirt worshipping heathens. (We've also been watching Deadwood.)

Hmm...if you've been wondering, I have felt a great lack of creativity lately, and no flow in my writing. So I've been blogging less. Too much tv watching, I guess. And by TV I mean HBO miniseries that we get on DVD from Blockbuster. We've gone through Big Love and Entourage, and now we're working on Deadwood. I think Deadwood is my favorite by far, but each created it's own little obsession for a while.

The marriage license got here yesterday! So now we can go through the tedious process of figuring out how to change my name on all of the random paperwork that exists in my life. I guess the first step is driver's license and social security card. Also passport for our trip to Taiwan in December. But what about credit cards, bank accounts and school? I have a bad feeling that I'm going to need to be thorough or something's going to happen like getting my med degree in my maiden name and by that time, no one will believe it's me. But wherever possible, I'm going to try to get them to include Tseng as my middle name. It's not quite fair, I think, that white girls' changing their names for marriage is not quite as drastic as all this--at least their last name keeps their race. Oh, unless they marry an Asian guy or Nigerian guy or something...

On the subject of marriage, we got a bed! It was very exciting going to Ikea and dropping a whole wad of money and getting all the different components of a bed--frame, mattress, and we even got a mattress topper! We decided to go mod and get everything white. So now we have a white bed frame, white sheets, etc. Also, we got a really cool gift card to West Elm (somebody tried to buy us some class...lol) and we got a white coffee table to go upstairs and hold a TV. Since we have two now, we put one upstairs. But it's only for video games and DVD watching.
Eek! I love my new room.

Other things: I might try to get a job tutoring a few hours a week, the kitten found a (I think) good new home, and Aaron is almost entirely moved out from his previous residence.