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Jun. 18th, 2005 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annundrielThere is a mouse living under the refrigerator. This is not the first mouse to take up residence there.
You would think that with two cats we wouldn't have this little infestation right now. But noooo. They don't even maim the mice. The other night I caught Ron batting one of them and then just staring at it as it scurried around.
So, anyway, this is forcing me to find ways of keeping my feet off of the floor while I'm at the computer.
At least there aren't any bats. Yet.
*
I've been home from school for a week and I finally unpacked my suitcase. Go me! Was going to buy new jeans today, but in unpacking I realized that I have no room for new jeans. So that plan went out the window. Still went to Moses with Mom, though. Got Starbucks out of it. Starbucks and shiny new pens. The ones that say "Atlantis" on the side. They now come in more colors. Contemplated buying Moonlighting and pondered whether or not my hair was presentable enough for Wal-mart before remembering, well, of *course* it was because, um, *Wal-mart*. In Moses Lake. Where the idea of dressing up is changing your oil-stained jeans for your slightly less oil-stained jeans.
And, omg, sitting in the car, waiting for Mom in the parking lot of Wal-mart? A guy walked by with a mullet. A *mullet*. And I want to say rubber boots. And possibly a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. It was frightening.
*
I should go to bed because I should go to church with Grandma in the morning. But I'm not tired. And apparently, according to Tom and Nicholas (and anything they say shouldn't be entirely believed), Grandma doesn't really believe in her religion but finds she might as well stick with it as not. Which is frustrating because she's constantly trying to guilt me into going, or make me feel guilty for not going. "Did you at least try to get to church this last school year?" "Why yes, Grandma, I did *try*." Which is the absolute truth. I did try. I just didn't make it. And I do feel a little bad about that, especially after this theology class. But I'm pretty much fine with that. We all go through phases and have to work through things and blah blah blah. The Catholic Church will still be there when I'm done phasing.
*
Watched part of a Mystery! on PBS last week. It was Miss Marple, who I don't like as much as Poirot. But I only watched part of it for Jack Davenport. Reminded me just how much I love him. And his hands. They're nice hands. I may have to start looking out for the new Miss Marple mysteries. Last one I caught part of had John Hannah in it, and I rather like him, too. And, hey, the dude who played Arthur Conan Doyle in Murder Rooms had a small part working under Rutger Hauer in Batman Begins. I had a random minor squee moment.
It made up for the inconsiderate bastards sitting next to us. I don't think they saw any of the movie. If I were a more assertive person, I would have done something about it. Instead we just got up and moved down the row. It helped lots.
Anyway. Mouse!
Listened to some of the commentary for SG-1's "Threshold." Boy, Christopher Judge sure does have a *nice* voice.
Also, apparently a week out of classes and I've already lost any ability I had to spell. Bah.
You would think that with two cats we wouldn't have this little infestation right now. But noooo. They don't even maim the mice. The other night I caught Ron batting one of them and then just staring at it as it scurried around.
So, anyway, this is forcing me to find ways of keeping my feet off of the floor while I'm at the computer.
At least there aren't any bats. Yet.
*
I've been home from school for a week and I finally unpacked my suitcase. Go me! Was going to buy new jeans today, but in unpacking I realized that I have no room for new jeans. So that plan went out the window. Still went to Moses with Mom, though. Got Starbucks out of it. Starbucks and shiny new pens. The ones that say "Atlantis" on the side. They now come in more colors. Contemplated buying Moonlighting and pondered whether or not my hair was presentable enough for Wal-mart before remembering, well, of *course* it was because, um, *Wal-mart*. In Moses Lake. Where the idea of dressing up is changing your oil-stained jeans for your slightly less oil-stained jeans.
And, omg, sitting in the car, waiting for Mom in the parking lot of Wal-mart? A guy walked by with a mullet. A *mullet*. And I want to say rubber boots. And possibly a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. It was frightening.
*
I should go to bed because I should go to church with Grandma in the morning. But I'm not tired. And apparently, according to Tom and Nicholas (and anything they say shouldn't be entirely believed), Grandma doesn't really believe in her religion but finds she might as well stick with it as not. Which is frustrating because she's constantly trying to guilt me into going, or make me feel guilty for not going. "Did you at least try to get to church this last school year?" "Why yes, Grandma, I did *try*." Which is the absolute truth. I did try. I just didn't make it. And I do feel a little bad about that, especially after this theology class. But I'm pretty much fine with that. We all go through phases and have to work through things and blah blah blah. The Catholic Church will still be there when I'm done phasing.
*
Watched part of a Mystery! on PBS last week. It was Miss Marple, who I don't like as much as Poirot. But I only watched part of it for Jack Davenport. Reminded me just how much I love him. And his hands. They're nice hands. I may have to start looking out for the new Miss Marple mysteries. Last one I caught part of had John Hannah in it, and I rather like him, too. And, hey, the dude who played Arthur Conan Doyle in Murder Rooms had a small part working under Rutger Hauer in Batman Begins. I had a random minor squee moment.
It made up for the inconsiderate bastards sitting next to us. I don't think they saw any of the movie. If I were a more assertive person, I would have done something about it. Instead we just got up and moved down the row. It helped lots.
Anyway. Mouse!
Listened to some of the commentary for SG-1's "Threshold." Boy, Christopher Judge sure does have a *nice* voice.
Also, apparently a week out of classes and I've already lost any ability I had to spell. Bah.
