patience is a virtue

That I'm never going to possess.

Things I am impatiently waiting for, in no particular order:

- Sarah's visit for New Year's Eve
- Two Towers Extended DVD
- Return of the King
- Harry Potter Book 6
- Harry Potter Movie 3
- Finishing Judy's quillow*
- Finishing Kiki's scarf*
- Starting my own quilt

And because I am greedy, let's add this one on:

- Harry Potter Book 7
- Return of the King Extended DVD
- Clive Owen to propose**

*both of which I started today
**I can wait for the impossible, dammit.

cat, starring in: What Not To Wear

Dear God. So realized this morning that once again had overdrawn my checking account SIMPLY because I forgot to deposit my paycheck. I am horrified at the frequency of this event since my loss of direct deposit. Yes, I work for a small company that is bravely fighting the tide of economic chaos in these hard times and am lucky that they pay me at all, but GOD IT FUCKING SUCKS!!!!!

So raced to bank this morning, in an outfit that really should never have seen public light. Shall I describe it?

From the foot up: my father's Polo slippers. Dark grey sweatpants. The blue tee-shirt I slept in. My most misshapen and cat-hair-covered hoodie that weirdly curls up at the bottom. My glasses, which definitely do not make me look attractive, but are usually fine when the rest of me doesn't look like a card carrying freak. Hair badly in need of washing, hastily shoved up into a ponytail, with odd bits and pieces willfully straying and insisting on sticking out of my head at 90 degree angles.

So yes, it was quite an attractive sight, when I bump into: ATTRACTIVE NEIGHBOR MAN!

The flat next to mine, which I'd been told was vacant... has an occupant! A cute, PNW stylish man, who looked downright frightened as I burst out my door. While I initially commended myself for NOT squeaking and bolting back into the safety of my apartment, I now wonder if that wouldn't have been wiser. So I blurted out "Hi, I'm Cat and um, uh, did you just move in?" To which he simply responded "Uh... no, I've lived here a year... I didn't realize the guy who lived in your place had moved out." I kept insisting that I'd been told that no one lived there, until I realized that maybe I ought to shut the fuck up. So we shared a thrilling elevator ride where I managed to not apologize for my appearance and ask him if he could just freeze himself why I had a quick shower and change. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!

This is a lesson. One should not leave one's apartment looking like a Star Trek Convention Refugee on a bad hair day.

So after this delightful exchange, I hurried out to the corner blue box to deposit Netflix dvds (yay for quick turnaround time), went to the bank and realized I needed to go in and cancel my bastard savings account that never does magically grow money and costs $3/month as a penalty and the line of credit for $5K that they've started charging an annual fee for. Stupid lack of direct deposit also costs me $8/month for checking so I really need to switch my account to a really-free-checking account and thus lose the numbers I've had memorized for the past 11 years. Quick final stop at Safeway for the tp I keep forgetting to buy, some lemons and some Starbucks to help see me through the day.

Came home, started first crockpot meal (cut-up chicken, cracked pepper, garlic salt, bay leaf, lemon thyme from my lemon thyme plant and some fresh squeezed lemon.

All of this JUST to avoid doing my homework and studying for the quiz I take in 5.5 hours. For which I um better get working on.

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Stupid. Bloody. Fucking. No. MOTHERfucking. Piece of Shit From Hell Cable Boxes.

I fucking miss controlling the fucking tv through the fucking tv. Came home to find that I'd pantsed up recording Survivor YET FUCKING AGAIN.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH MOTHERLAND!!

I mean, it's not the end of the universe as we know it, but it's so fucking frustrating. I used to just preset all the shows I had an interest in watching, but knew I would either forget to watch or not be home for (24, West Wing and Survivor). Then sometime toward the end of the week I'd vaguely remember them --and there they were.

The fucking cable box doesn't allow for this. In fact, I can't even tape one thing and watch another. Yes, all you bleeding know-it-alls, I know it can be done via a switch thing, but for 3 hours of TV a week, it's just not fucking worth it.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. In other news. Got the assfucking of a lifetime with Quiz 2. It was so fucking hard. Jan grades in a human way, thankfully. And yes, I did, too, study!
Did all my homework and reviewed all the previous stuff and even spent an hour in profs office hours. I really went into the quiz feeling very prepared. Hopefully I did better than I fear. I wrote a ton of shit, so it's not that horrified realization as you face a blank page with a blank mind.

In other weird news, despite thinking bitchy thoughts about NB all through class, she seemed pretty nice when chatting with her directly. Isn't that too often the case? Someone who grates on your nerves by their constant and incessant LOOKATME babbling in class, can still be a ..um decent human being or something. Related-ly, walked back to parking lot with Cybil and she, despite her freakish entry to my awareness, was very nice.

She's the older woman who said, when Emma asked "So, anybody got any questions?" (after reading the class syllabus): "Yes, can you please demonstrate all the emergency exits from this building" and left us all gaping because--sorry, that is not a normal first day of class question. Also she was wearing an Indiana Jones jacket and hat and I think I may have glimpsed a coiled whip at her waist.

To end on a positive note --I did just fine on chapter 4 homework, despite my fears that I fucked it up. Wow. I feel like "chapter 4 homework" makes me sound like I'm in the 3rd grade.

*spellchecks and watches word explode from all the profanity*

Yes, the grammar and sentence structure in this update blows, but I DONT GIVE A FUCK!

Fucking kangaroos.