summer is great!
Don't ever let anyone. i.e. me all the time in previous summers tell you otherwise. Since break has begun, I have:
made friends with not one but two (2) kitties! [ETA: NOT TWO (2) BUT FOUR (4) !!] Actually they are rather-more-than-full-grown and puissant cats.
That thurr would be Sunny. Avoiding gendered pronouns, as said situation is at this point yet unclear, let me just elaborate that Sunny here is one ENORME cat. Size of a watermelon. Sunny's companion, Mimi, a much more delicate creature, has the palest of complexions and the most refined of superiority complexes. Though [presumably?] she has been made well aware on more than one occasion of the availability of nigh-constant skritchins, it appears that ?she prefers to maintain an aloof vantage from atop the stone wall. Even in the rain. ?? [ETA: Additional kitties include Shadow, who is svelt and swart, if skittish; and MYSTERY KITTY 2009, who is -- of course-- orange, and may or may not live across the street in the haunts of Milo of beloved memory. Also skittish. To be honest, Mimi is the only half-way friendly cat of the lot and she's not particularly enthused, as Milo was, about proposed/available hours of petting. D : ]
I have listened to what feels like hundreds of hours of interviews with Rivers Cuomo!-- most of which time I spend alternately giggling and gesticulating with intent to communicate "RIVERS YOU ARE SO CRAZY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU I LOVE YOU AHHH." This is what happens when one has listened to possibly the entirety of the extant interviews/discography of both Sufjan Stevens and Bon Iver. (Not that I'm bragging or anything.) Fortunately, RIVERS WHAT WHAT WHO ARE YOU WTF?!?!? : D Recommended: the monumental "Let's Write a Sawng" series. I really, I don't know.
Devised an exceptionally brilliant plan involving KOREANS TO THE MAX. Advice/alterations are encouraged. Here's the low-down.- Step one: Go to graduation! Perhaps get cried on, who can say, these things happen, who am I to judge. SIDENOTE: Who's with me so far? Critical información!
- Step two: Travel to JFK in the company of the contingent of recently-graduated Koreans I assume are therewith headed!
- Step three: ??? [DED MEME DED MEME I KNOW DON'T HAVE TO RUB IT IN HATERZ]
- Step four: Be in Californi-ay within six hours!! AND REMAIN THERE FOR THE BETTER PART OF TWO MONTHS. The best part about this plan: with the small hitch of making contact with said K-contingent, ALL OTHER ASPECTS OF THIS PLAN ARE GO. I am solvent, I have permission [!!] , I have accomodation. Mah homedizzle Jean Louis Kerouac has anticipated my need to quote him in regard to this here plan, down to the very day. Accomodating guy that Jean Louis. Here is my plan: I will
...with my newspaper dig the latest news on the front page and also consider and make notations of the money I spent already for this day Sunday absolutely not jot spent a nothing--California rushes by and with sad eyes we watch it reel the whole bay and the discourse falling off to gradual gils that ease and graduate to Santa Clara Valley then and the fig and behind is the fog immemoriates while the mist closes and we come running out to the bright sun of the Sabbath Californiay. . . .- GOTTEN A JOB. This is basically unprecedented. Full disclosure: its demands at this juncture extend only so far as Saturdays and "fill-in" as necessary, but a foot in the door is worth two in the bush. The rough details of my plan in this endeavor include such fool-proof elements as BLOW THEIR SOCKS OFF KIDDO, subsequently to which THEY WILL BE FORCED TO HIRE YOU FULL-TIME / CEDE OVER THE BUSINESS TO YOU AND DESCENDANTS IN PERPETUITY. Sounds unassailable, right?