I'm skipping class right now because I left during my lunch hour for a cd buying date--the new Killers cd, w/ Jen S. And then we went to Panera bread for lunch and I got back to campus late and hate walking into class late, so I decided I would just skip the hour.
I listened to the first 4 songs only on the way here--track 1 was good, track 2, eh...track 3 amazing! track 4 great but with strange sax solos that are reminiscent of cheesy disco. We'll see, though, because I initially hated Sam's Town for being so bombastic, but now, it's one of my favorite cds of all time. Brandon Flowers' voice is sexy as usual.

Aaron and I went to Houston this weekend to get Dwight used to Aaron's dad's place since that is where he will be staying for 10 days while we are in Taiwan. Dwight didn't like the fact that he could not get up on the couch to sit next to us at all, and by the last night there, he had taken to sitting up facing us on the couch and laying his head in our laps with his eyes closed. He seemed like the saddest dog in the world. But when he goes next time, we will be sure to bring his chair and his dog bed so he won't feel so restless.
The good news is, I feel quite secure leaving Dwight with A's dad, because there is very little chance that Dwight will get lost, at least.

I will be very glad when this school day is over because tomorrow's classes should be easy, and then the weekend begins. eek! I need this. Bad.

Something I realized this weekend, that I probably already knew, is that white people like to hug a lot. To the point that it might be considered borderline rude if you do not hug them. I'm not really used to this, and despite the fact that modern Americans (probably bc most of them are white) believe that part of being a good parent is showing your child a lot of physical love, I only remember being hugged twice in my life by my dad, and once by my mom. I will probably be the same way, since I have this phobia of the warm soft feeling of human skin. It's not so bad once you're doing it (hugging, that is) but I find it hard to make the initial plunge. It just seems so personal. The only person who I rarely have a problem hugging is Aaron. And of course, animals of all shapes and sizes. But anyways, I have learned that the key to keeping Aaron's mom happy is to offer to hug her a lot, which is a small price to pay. Quite a good discovery.

Yes, I am weirder than most. Can't help it, really.

Supposed to be studying (or better, sleeping) at this time of morning, but here is a link to some excessively!! cute lab pups that are purebred but have wierd coloring. My faves are the brindled ones, and the ones w/ a band or random splotch of black on them like an inkstain. Delightful!

Winter mornings are the bane of my existence unless I am cuddled up in bed w/ boy or dog.

I hate waking up early and thus having to drink coffee and thus being unnaturally present in spirit and talkative to random people, because once I get home, I inevitably feel like I have said a dozen tiny wrong things and then must think about them for a long, useless time.
That's what happened today, but I am home now, and am looking forward to Aaron getting home from work so we can continue Season 3 of the X files a bit, before I have to go to a friend's place and have her teach me how to read EKGs.

Lately I have been thinking a lot about Bully, this PS2 game I played two years back. It's wierd how much this game means to me--I first played it during my first year here, and I spent hours on it wishing I could live in the little town that the game takes place in and just ride my bike around and do tricks (which of course was quite easy in the game) and collect blue rubber bands. And I was enamored with my character, who I painstakingly customized. This is what he looked like:



And incidentally, this or a version of this has been what I've been wearing for the past 2 weeks.



I call it my teamster outfit. And when I want to channel my character especially, I wear a green sweater that is quite like the one he has on in the pic. If I could do a 'hawk and dye the tips red too, I would.

Aaron just called one of my annoyed groans a "primordial groan." The groan occurred because he forgot to leave the keyring full of store discount cards in the car, and instead brought it home, where we will surely forget it the next time we need to go to Kroger's.

I have been reading a book called Go Go Girls of the Apocalypse that I got from the library at the same time as my Stephen King books (which I loved. Reading new Stephen King books is like hearing the voice of a familiar person after a long absence.) Go Go Girls of the Apocalypse, however, sort of sucks. I feel like I should have known it would by the catchy, overly-marketable title. But I didn't know. I think the problem is I expected it to describe a dark apocalypse, but the author is pretty upbeat about everything even when describing murders and rapes. I can almost imagine him sitting in front of his computer drinking a whiskey sour and giggling into his hand whenever he writes a paragraph he considers especially tongue-in-cheek. He just thinks he is a little too clever. Too bad he has mostly 5 star ratings on Amazon. Grr.

Aaron and I saw a well-dressed lady at Petsmart today with a really well-muscled female pit mix on a choke chain. We took notice of her because from the way she looked, she did not look like the type of person to own a pit at all. We caught her in the pet clothes aisle putting a hoodie on her dog to see if she should buy it. After she adjusted the hood around the dog's head, she gently took the dog's chin in her hand and looked earnestly in to her eyes, as if she were asking the dog, "Do you like eet?" Since I later saw her trying out another dog jacket, I assume the dog told her, "Thanks mama, but I'm not so sure about eet."
I loved seeing a pit be so spoiled. Other than Dwight, that is.

Other things I have enjoyed this weekend:
1. Rock Star party at a friend's place
2. Going to the salvation army to pick up a comforter for our winter feral cat hideout. Now that the ferals are in the backyard constantly, we weatherproofed a crate for them to stay warm in.

In other dog news, Aaron's dad's dog Lucy passed this last week. It's sad to think about someone having to come home to an empty house after getting used to being greeted by a wet nosicle every day for the past 12 years. R.I.P Lucy

Aaron & I rearranged the place again this weekend. I was starting to feel claustrophobic, and we needed more space. So we basically moved everything back to how it used to be except that our new poang ikea chair is where Dwight's crate used to be and Dwight's crate is now on the other side of the sofa.
The first night after the rearrange, when A told Dwight to go to bed, Dwight went over to the poang chair and looked around, like, "Well, I know this configuration of furniture, and this is where my bed should be!" Because that was where his crate was when he first came to live with us almost 2 years ago, and that was where it stayed for about a year. And he still remembered! Bizarre.

I had a great weekend. I had sushi with another Jennifer on Saturday, and it was great--the company and the food.
On Saturday, A & I went to Ikea to eat and browse this time, to make up for our blitzkreig shopping on Tuesday night when we purchased our poang chair (I should have been studying but couldn't make myself, so we figured we might as well do something out of the ordinary, and we've been looking to get a reading nook chair for a while.)
But by the time we decided we would go, it was 8:00 pm and Ikea closes at 9. And it takes about 40 minutes to get there. But, in those 20 minutes before closing, we decided between the poang chair and a considerably more expensive chair that happened to be in the As-Is department and was about $500 cheaper than usual, and also picked up a new slipcover for our couch from the as-is dept for $10. We are efficient shoppers.

I also have a theory about an Avril Lavigne song, but I will lay it out in another post.

halloween!

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