For my birthday I slept in. Yup, a serious gift these days. I also woke up with a nice big scratch above my eyebrow, presumably a gift from Badger since he sleeps right by my face. Awesome!

I had a small birthday dinner at Michael’s parents house last night because I just don’t really feel much like having a party right now. 1. because I am 27, b. because I am too tired and 3. birthdays are hard and I have no problem letting this one just mosey on by.

So my birthday dinner was pretty interesting, as is everything with Michael’s family. Angie started talking about what kind of people we were, in the sense of what we want from relationships with other people in our lives.

She read somewhere that people either want touch, gifts, words or service. She said that she herself liked service, and then she asked Michael what he thought she wanted and he joked that it was obviously service because she always had her boyfriends doing her chores for her when she was in high school. Michael and Herm both said touch, I am pretty sure Marlee also said service and I said gifts.

Gifts sound totally lame and materialistic but nothing can compare to the feeling I get when someone gives me something. I’m not just talking about a gift card on my birthday, I’m talking about a gift that makes me feel like that person actually knows who I am, listens to me and cares about me. Those kind of gifts are hard to give and I think that’s why they mean so much to me.

I feel like it is easy to say something to someone, it’s easy to give them a hug and it’s easy to do a favor, but to give someone something that makes them feel special, I think that is the hardest thing to do.

It’s funny too because I have always been really big into giving gifts (not much lately because I’m not really myself, really.). Whenever I see something that makes me think of someone I have the hardest time not buying it for them. I really like to make people feel special, because they are!

It’s hard to explain but I much rather get a $5 pair of socks with green stripes and apples allover them because when you saw them they made you think of me, than some expensive necklace or other thing that has absolutely no meaning. I am not interested in how much money you spend, not at all.

Someone gave me a book for Christmas and every time I read it I get a smile on my face because the person that gave it to me bought it because it made her think of me. That’s all I want, just to know that someone was thinking of me.

As every dinner normally goes we ate then sat around the table for over an hour joking around. Marlee tends to say really funny things a lot and she didn’t fail to deliver last night. Angie was doing dishes and Marlee turned around and said “Angie, I found a pussy in Boots on Craigslist”

She was actually trying to say Puss ‘n Boots but right after she said it wrong Herm said “What section where you looking under”… because we all know Craigslist has an erotic section. Marlee ignored Herm and I laughing at her and went on with what she was trying to say.

Then a little later she was picking up our cake plates and Herm handed her his and said “No service tonight honey” referring to the previous discussion we had, and Marlee looks at me and says “Not THAT kind of service”.

I could not stop laughing. I was dying. Herm was dying too and Marlee got really embarrassed. All I could say was “This is so blog-worthy”.

Obviously I am sitting at the computer with homework to do, this is why you are getting a blog post. It’s like when you have to clean the kitchen before dinner. I just have to blog before I get down to business. I am compelled. I am not completely satisfied with the laugh factor of this post but it’s this or nothing, so if you need to laugh just laugh at my silly faces.

Today is Saturday. Tomorrow is my 27th birthday. How did I get to be 27 years old? I mean, it feels like yesterday I was 17, and now suddenly I am 27?? my 25th birthday was hard but the closer I creep to 30 the more weirded out I get because I just do not feel like I should be this old. I know 27 is young, blah blah blah, but seriously, it’s 27!

Spunky scratched me today. She’s getting really bitchy since I brought Blacky into the house and I think she might be bipolar. One minute I am petting her and she’s purring then the next minute she reaches around and tears into my flesh like she suddenly remembered that I let that skank ass cat into her house and she hates me for it.

Speaking of skank ass cats, I took Blacky to the vet again yesterday to get her checked out and apparently to get your cats teeth cleaned it costs damn near $400. Um…. yowsa! The vet told me last week that Blacky has a broken canine tooth with an exposed nerve or root or something and that it is probably very painful to her but that animals dont really express their pain.

So here I have this cat, this cute little friendly stray porch cat who I fed all summer and who I fell in love with and here she has to go pulling at my heart strings by getting all ill and costing me a kah-billion dollars. How can I as a human with a heart and feelings just let her live with tooth pain, I mean tooth pain?!?! thats the worst pain!

I HAVE to stop looking at stray cats, I cannot even make eye contact with them. They will see right through me and pretty soon I will have 500 cats, no boyfriend and work 60 hours weeks just so I can buy cat food. That is not going to happen to me. I am strong, I can say no, I can give my 3 cats the best life ever and ignore the rest of ‘em.

Oh golly, there is the cutest little kitty on my porch, I’ll write more later.

After much pondering, I finally decided to go all in and all out. I now have black hair! woo hoo!

So far I have got
“Is that how your hair looks after a shower, or did you dye it?”

and also
“why?”

Someone did tell me they liked it but you never know if people are telling the truth or not, haha. I love it though, yay for me and yay for Clairol Hydrience #52 Black from Safeway! Also, yay for an episode of Family Guy while I waited the 25 minutes for my hair to turn black!

Yeah, so… I was trying to not eat candy and junk food for a month but I just can’t do it. I broke today… but I did go two days without eating junk. I’ll just have to run real fast and real long to make up for all the chocolate milk and cupcakes I’m going to eat.

I have much respect for anyone who can stick to any sort of eating regimen. I for one cannot do anything that my body doesn’t want to do. If my body wants candy I will eventually break.

Besides not being able to do what I want, which is eat well, I have had a pretty good day. A little less than 15 weeks till the Newport marathon, wooo hooo!

I stayed up late last night and apparently set my alarm wrong. I woke up this morning at 10:20… my first class is at 10. Whoops. Yeah, so I was freaking out because my first class is my senior project class and I thought we were presenting today so I was feeling like a super duper uber loser. It turns out we didn’t present though so I am a little relieved that I didn’t miss out. Not that I am dying to do it or anything but leaving your group hanging is really lame and I try not to be lame if possible.

I think what woke me up was the super lick fest my cats were having on the bed. I mean, I guess it was bath time up in there. Dang! Be quiet someone is trying to sleep through her classes over here.

So I decided to just not go to school because I only had 10 minutes to get ready if I wanted to make it to my 11 o’clock class and then driving out there for just one class, my 12 o’clock seemed like a waste. So here I sit, at home, on the computer.

I’m going to try to get some work done, hopefully I can be productive. This really isn’t an ideal Monday but I’ll make do.

I woke up at 2 in the afternoon today. Yeah, that’s awesome. I couldn’t fall asleep last night and stayed up super super late, or shall I say early. Anyway, it was lame.

The first release of our software for the senior project is due tomorrow so I was at school tonight with my group, Casey and Jonathan, and we got some things working but it is still not complete. What can ya do though? We left the lab at 12:20a.m. So essentially I drove out there on Sunday and came back on Monday, hahahahah. Yeah I’m in a weird mood if you can’t tell.

We were supposed to meet at 8pm in the library but of course I was late because I am always late and I’m not even sure why. I just am. Anyway, I was late and I had to drive the dumb Camry because Michael took the Jeep to Bend so of course I had technical difficulties which made me even later. Tons of the interior lights don’t work and I couldn’t see anything like the buttons for the air control or the controls for the automatic transmission. I just had to move it around until reverse happened, then move it some more till forward happened.

Then when I got to the library I couldn’t get the key out of the ignition. I pressed the dumb button and moved it every which way but nooooooo, it wouldn’t come out. So I got all my crap of the passenger seat after practically getting strangled by the chest strap of the seat belt and decided I would just leave the keys in the car.

I really didn’t want to leave the keys in the car so I got back in and tried one last time, and what? Oh of course they just come out all easily. I do not love that car more than I have ever not loved anything in my life. It makes me want to drive into a tree. The radio sucks, it’s too low to the ground, sometimes it doesn’t shift gears and the RPMs are all high, and it just sucks. Barf!

Yup, thats me, the girl who loves to hate. Some things just get on my nerves. I don’t understand how something so poorly constructed, like the Camry, can go into mass production and people actually buy it, and deal with it, eeew. I mean, yeah we bought that car, but obviously we were not ourselves that day because that car is just not cool. Alright, enough complaining.

What I really want is a light blue, or forest ranger green Jeep. Somewhere around an ‘87. That would be awesome. dream, dream.

This is pretty funny.