Dear Interwebs,
Very tiny occurrence while doing laundry the other day...
So I decided that I would do my load of laundry as well as my roomy's and wash both of our beds' sheets, but of course, Prince Beau was lounging on Elise's bed. I tell him that I'll be taking my sheets off the bed first but then he'll have to move when I take off the other bed sheets. However, when I asked him to switch beds he just looked at me and started wagging his tail. Eventually I just threw one of the sheets over him and he leapt off the bed.
Later...
As I was folding the first load of laundry on my bed the cat ran into the room and jumped on my bed, leapt to Elise's bed, dramatically threw himself onto his back and proceeded to HISS at me. Then he jumped up again and leapt back to my bed and ran out of the room.
I texted, Elise, and told her that if the cat started walking on the ceiling I was going to call a priest because I thought it was possibly possessed.
Interesting... very interesting, I say.
Till next time the next hissy-fit.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Introducing Beau (aka Angus the transexual cat)
Dear Interwebs,
It has now been 2 weeks since we started living in this house with this cat and it has been decided, between my room mate (Elise) & I, that we MUST blog about this cat, so let me introduce him:
Beau is a 10 year old male cat with long-ish grey hair. He is very vocal with his meowing and very persistent in getting what he wants! This cat meows at you to follow him then shows you what he wants. He also knows how to open doors (he jumps and grabs the door handle). My room mate and I also believe that the cat is bi-polar, as he will meow at you to get attention and be pet but then turn around 2 minutes later and nip at your fingers. The lady who helps the home-owner organize her house told us that the reason his left ear is ripped is because he got into a fight with a raccoon and lost. This is only one bit of evidence of his evilness.
So I will explain our living situation first. The house is an older build in a nice neighbourhood and the only thing up to date in the house is the electrical... sort of. So my roomy and I leave Beau to his own room, therefore we share a room with side by side single beds. So we are in close quarters. I should also mention that my room mate and I like to burst out into random loud song and we meow at the cat and talk in creepy cat-lady voices to the cat, so really we kind of encourage his evil.
Anyways, we met Beau 2 weeks ago and since then he's made it clear that he is upset with his mummy leaving him with two strange university girls.
How has he shown this?
The first evening we spent, we left our door open so Beau could roam freely through the night. That was a big mistake. He decided that at 5:40 in the morning he would wake us up to show us he wanted to go outside. My room mate told him off and went back to bed. Then at 6:45 he walked around my pillow and made me follow him, again showing me to the door. I then jumped back into bed and ignored him... or tried to.
He has also thrown up a lot since we've lived here, which the organizing lady told us he does everytime the home-owner leaves. It's not so bad cleaning that up because it's usually all solid and not very liquidy... unless it's tuna. So dry barf is twice and as of this morning he had two more but liquidy.
There were a few accidents which were not his fault but yesterday morning was an interesting one. I went to the bathroom first and he opened the bathroom door on me. Next my room mate went to the bathroom and he opened the door on her as well. We then went and ate breakfast then proceeded to brush our teeth. Loe and behold we found some gorgeous dense present in our bathroom sink. It's safe to say that neither my room mate or I decided against brushing our teeth after that stunt.
I am not sure what else this cat will pull on us, but he can be cute and then he pulls out his evil.
Until next devil's spawn cat stunt.
It has now been 2 weeks since we started living in this house with this cat and it has been decided, between my room mate (Elise) & I, that we MUST blog about this cat, so let me introduce him:
Beau is a 10 year old male cat with long-ish grey hair. He is very vocal with his meowing and very persistent in getting what he wants! This cat meows at you to follow him then shows you what he wants. He also knows how to open doors (he jumps and grabs the door handle). My room mate and I also believe that the cat is bi-polar, as he will meow at you to get attention and be pet but then turn around 2 minutes later and nip at your fingers. The lady who helps the home-owner organize her house told us that the reason his left ear is ripped is because he got into a fight with a raccoon and lost. This is only one bit of evidence of his evilness.
So I will explain our living situation first. The house is an older build in a nice neighbourhood and the only thing up to date in the house is the electrical... sort of. So my roomy and I leave Beau to his own room, therefore we share a room with side by side single beds. So we are in close quarters. I should also mention that my room mate and I like to burst out into random loud song and we meow at the cat and talk in creepy cat-lady voices to the cat, so really we kind of encourage his evil.
Anyways, we met Beau 2 weeks ago and since then he's made it clear that he is upset with his mummy leaving him with two strange university girls.
How has he shown this?
The first evening we spent, we left our door open so Beau could roam freely through the night. That was a big mistake. He decided that at 5:40 in the morning he would wake us up to show us he wanted to go outside. My room mate told him off and went back to bed. Then at 6:45 he walked around my pillow and made me follow him, again showing me to the door. I then jumped back into bed and ignored him... or tried to.
He has also thrown up a lot since we've lived here, which the organizing lady told us he does everytime the home-owner leaves. It's not so bad cleaning that up because it's usually all solid and not very liquidy... unless it's tuna. So dry barf is twice and as of this morning he had two more but liquidy.There were a few accidents which were not his fault but yesterday morning was an interesting one. I went to the bathroom first and he opened the bathroom door on me. Next my room mate went to the bathroom and he opened the door on her as well. We then went and ate breakfast then proceeded to brush our teeth. Loe and behold we found some gorgeous dense present in our bathroom sink. It's safe to say that neither my room mate or I decided against brushing our teeth after that stunt.
I am not sure what else this cat will pull on us, but he can be cute and then he pulls out his evil.
Until next devil's spawn cat stunt.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Awesssssssssssss sappy wappy awesome
Dear Interwebs,
Here is a quote
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before; she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there."
-Bob Marley
and I got it off some girl's facebook page because I creep on everyone... I'm sorry
Here is a quote
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before; she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there."
-Bob Marley
and I got it off some girl's facebook page because I creep on everyone... I'm sorry
Sunday, September 26, 2010
First Time Living on My Own
Hello Interwebs,
So I am currently trial testing living on my own, without my parental units, with my buddy, without my parents... ah, I see, I've mentioned this already. Well it should be interesting.
Today, after moving all my crap onto my side of the room my roomy & I went grocery shopping. I now feel very deeply for my parents having to buy unprepared food, it is EXPENSIVE! I also do not know how long this food will last us for, so by next week we may ALREADY be out, which would be a major bummer, but I guess this is one of those "live and learn" situations. Yes, build on my character and give me more life experiences just so I can tell my future children, if any, the hardships of being a university student and trying to supply food for oneself. And really I am only paying for groceries, not even rent! Sweet gig? Yes, I know.
Already I can see trouble though, not much studying is getting accomplished, but I will try to correct that by just hanging around the library more often and actually doing homework. Again, we'll see how that goes.
For now, however, I am off to maybe do homework... maybe
So I am currently trial testing living on my own, without my parental units, with my buddy, without my parents... ah, I see, I've mentioned this already. Well it should be interesting.
Today, after moving all my crap onto my side of the room my roomy & I went grocery shopping. I now feel very deeply for my parents having to buy unprepared food, it is EXPENSIVE! I also do not know how long this food will last us for, so by next week we may ALREADY be out, which would be a major bummer, but I guess this is one of those "live and learn" situations. Yes, build on my character and give me more life experiences just so I can tell my future children, if any, the hardships of being a university student and trying to supply food for oneself. And really I am only paying for groceries, not even rent! Sweet gig? Yes, I know.
Already I can see trouble though, not much studying is getting accomplished, but I will try to correct that by just hanging around the library more often and actually doing homework. Again, we'll see how that goes.
For now, however, I am off to maybe do homework... maybe
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Thinking
Good afternoon, Interwebs,
The Fall term has begun and before it had, I felt completely unmotivated to return to school and get on with the beginning of the rest of my life, or whatever. Side note --> I'm finally off the prednisone so my spirits have lifted--
It wasn't until this past week at school where I got excited.
You know how people used to ask you, as a child, what you were going to be when you grew up and you had many answers made up from your dreams and hopes? Well, when you're a kid your answers are adorable, acceptable and potentially possible, but once you finish high school and get yourself into the young adulthood stage of life the question becomes more serious and based on what you know and can do your answers have to fall into the category of reality. Basically what you want to be has to be attainable within your abilities, skill sets, and willingness to work for it.
Up until now I've been indecisive about what I wanted to do. All I knew was that Anthropology interested me enough to jump in to as a major. So for two years I went along with the classes finding out which sub-fields of anthro really peaked my interests. Now that I am in my 3rd year of post-secondary and first attending year at a university, I have the hindsight that it isn't really until at least the 3rd year when you CAN decide what jobs you'll want to take with the major you have chosen. Everything within the first two years is too general to really decide what is going to keep you satisfied career-wise for the rest of your life or part of the rest of your life. In my first two years I figured "meh, anthropology will give me something to do, but in the end what will I do? I don't know." Now, however, I find myself getting more and more excited over the physical and archaeological sub-fields of Anthropology. And when I say excited I mean on the edge of my seat, smiling like a I've just inhaled copious amounts of nitrous oxide and laughing histerically over anthro jokes.
This year I hope to do my best in all my classes and actually study myself silly to the point where I can just snap and say something all anthropologically insightful. After taking the Archaeological Field Assistant Program this past Spring, it helped me actually see how anthropology is applied, so I have gained some experience and am not ONLY getting stuck with armchair anthropology. If I can really kick butt in my studies this year then I hope I can also get into a field school this upcoming Spring.
I have also just realized that I miss the "new" feeling I used to get whenever I moved as I grew up. Side note --> I've moved tons of times to different countries and continents up until the age of 14-- Only after leaving the nomadic lifestyle for a more sedentary one did I miss the constant moving about and always having to learn a new surrounding. This is why I am so excited to apply for field schools and maybe even study abroad? I'm not sure if I could go so far but I am 20 years old now and just feel like I need the independence from my family and the roots I have laid down in British Columbia, I need the "new" feeling again, I need to feel out of place again, I need to be learning like it's the first time again.
Well I suppose I will get there eventually. I finally feel like I can visualize a career in Anthropology, no longer just a thought or a filler in life, but an actual tangible thing that I can achieve and work with for as long as I can.
On that note, I should get back to studying and reading and colour coding my notes.
The Fall term has begun and before it had, I felt completely unmotivated to return to school and get on with the beginning of the rest of my life, or whatever. Side note --> I'm finally off the prednisone so my spirits have lifted--
It wasn't until this past week at school where I got excited.
You know how people used to ask you, as a child, what you were going to be when you grew up and you had many answers made up from your dreams and hopes? Well, when you're a kid your answers are adorable, acceptable and potentially possible, but once you finish high school and get yourself into the young adulthood stage of life the question becomes more serious and based on what you know and can do your answers have to fall into the category of reality. Basically what you want to be has to be attainable within your abilities, skill sets, and willingness to work for it.
Up until now I've been indecisive about what I wanted to do. All I knew was that Anthropology interested me enough to jump in to as a major. So for two years I went along with the classes finding out which sub-fields of anthro really peaked my interests. Now that I am in my 3rd year of post-secondary and first attending year at a university, I have the hindsight that it isn't really until at least the 3rd year when you CAN decide what jobs you'll want to take with the major you have chosen. Everything within the first two years is too general to really decide what is going to keep you satisfied career-wise for the rest of your life or part of the rest of your life. In my first two years I figured "meh, anthropology will give me something to do, but in the end what will I do? I don't know." Now, however, I find myself getting more and more excited over the physical and archaeological sub-fields of Anthropology. And when I say excited I mean on the edge of my seat, smiling like a I've just inhaled copious amounts of nitrous oxide and laughing histerically over anthro jokes.
This year I hope to do my best in all my classes and actually study myself silly to the point where I can just snap and say something all anthropologically insightful. After taking the Archaeological Field Assistant Program this past Spring, it helped me actually see how anthropology is applied, so I have gained some experience and am not ONLY getting stuck with armchair anthropology. If I can really kick butt in my studies this year then I hope I can also get into a field school this upcoming Spring.
I have also just realized that I miss the "new" feeling I used to get whenever I moved as I grew up. Side note --> I've moved tons of times to different countries and continents up until the age of 14-- Only after leaving the nomadic lifestyle for a more sedentary one did I miss the constant moving about and always having to learn a new surrounding. This is why I am so excited to apply for field schools and maybe even study abroad? I'm not sure if I could go so far but I am 20 years old now and just feel like I need the independence from my family and the roots I have laid down in British Columbia, I need the "new" feeling again, I need to feel out of place again, I need to be learning like it's the first time again.
Well I suppose I will get there eventually. I finally feel like I can visualize a career in Anthropology, no longer just a thought or a filler in life, but an actual tangible thing that I can achieve and work with for as long as I can.
On that note, I should get back to studying and reading and colour coding my notes.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Meh
Work, work, work.
Wonderful Walmart
Type, type, type.
Internet Social Life
Think, think, think.
Hermet-Crab Alone Time
In a way I am glad that the summer is dwindling away. I will spend less time getting paid and more time spending hours to think up impactful papers. I will focus less on the dramas of other people's lives and focus more on the dramas within my academic life. This end stretch is all about final relaxation, calming down before I turn up the stress levels, and just having fun.
Wonderful Walmart
Type, type, type.
Internet Social Life
Think, think, think.
Hermet-Crab Alone Time
In a way I am glad that the summer is dwindling away. I will spend less time getting paid and more time spending hours to think up impactful papers. I will focus less on the dramas of other people's lives and focus more on the dramas within my academic life. This end stretch is all about final relaxation, calming down before I turn up the stress levels, and just having fun.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Good-Bye College
Dear Interwebs,
I am now in the throes of exams, wrapping up my last year of college. So far I'm doing a miserable job of studying and finishing up my final paper for a case study in our Forensic Anthropology class.
Anyshwhat, my friend Prime & I got to work our case together and I'm just typing it all out into a report, however, I keep allowing myself distractions just cuz I'm that bad of a procrastinator :(
My flare up is still all flared up but I'm on the mends so I'll be all set for the Archaeological Field Assistant Program starting the first week of May :D SOOOOOO STOKED!
I will definitely miss college and am not really looking forward to going to the university I am going to be attending but what can you do, right? Education... I guess it's necessary to get a real job (I say this sarcastically and when I say real job I mean career not just a job to pay the bills but a career to make me want to get up in the morning rather than want to keep sleeping dreaming of a job that I enjoyed). The college I attended was a good one and I am hoping I have the opportunity to meet a variety of ppl when I do move up to the big house instead of just making friends with people w/in my discipline so I can keep my mind open. But maybe that's just the anthropologist w/in me speaking, dunno, we'll see anyways!
Tata for now,
Ash
I am now in the throes of exams, wrapping up my last year of college. So far I'm doing a miserable job of studying and finishing up my final paper for a case study in our Forensic Anthropology class.
Anyshwhat, my friend Prime & I got to work our case together and I'm just typing it all out into a report, however, I keep allowing myself distractions just cuz I'm that bad of a procrastinator :(
My flare up is still all flared up but I'm on the mends so I'll be all set for the Archaeological Field Assistant Program starting the first week of May :D SOOOOOO STOKED!
I will definitely miss college and am not really looking forward to going to the university I am going to be attending but what can you do, right? Education... I guess it's necessary to get a real job (I say this sarcastically and when I say real job I mean career not just a job to pay the bills but a career to make me want to get up in the morning rather than want to keep sleeping dreaming of a job that I enjoyed). The college I attended was a good one and I am hoping I have the opportunity to meet a variety of ppl when I do move up to the big house instead of just making friends with people w/in my discipline so I can keep my mind open. But maybe that's just the anthropologist w/in me speaking, dunno, we'll see anyways!
Tata for now,
Ash
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