the night has a thousand saxaphones

Only 7 days left of the terrible, horrible, no-good, very-bad job!

Fantastic to meet you, geek_mentality. And now I'm all excited about comic-Con. *eek*

I promised Constance pictures when I got my new glasses. ( So, what happens when you cross a mirror, a digital camera, and a TOTAL DORK? )

Happy Hanukkah to all who celebrate!

( It's officially the holiday-season and I'm SO EXCITED )

ONLY 16 MORE DAYS TILL I GO HOME FOR CHRISTMAS! (and 20 more days till Christmas, but the going-home countdown is more exciting)

Successful "write a little bit every day" days-in-a-row: Fail.  I fell asleep at like 9:30 last night accidentally, because this boring job makes me so tired for no apparent reason.

Want to be amused?

I clipped my cat's claws. The two front sets, anyway, as the experience was rather too traumatic to do all four at once. It was... startlingly easy, considering that this cat draws blood from me regularly. He just squirmed a little, and objected in non-blood-drawing ways and then seemed to resign himself and I just pinched his little pads and out they popped and snip-snip-snip. I'm really quite proud of myself. For some reason sucessfully clipping a cat's claws feels like a huge achievement to me. Yaay me!

I got a CAT! A 7 month old kitten. He is ORANGE and STRIPEY with yellow eyes and white boots and his name is Handsome, though I have been calling him Boots. And he was kind of traumatized when we brought him home, and still a bit jumpy, but now he's been exploring everywhere and getting his damn kitty nose into everything. And he likes sleeping right between your legs, or in the crook of your knees at night. Which is really really sweet except they you're afraid to move for fear of squishing the cat. And he spends huge amounts of time up on the top of the TV, or the top of my tall bookshelf, or on top of those high cupboards all around the kitchen. Or on the windowsill. And he talks at you, and rolls about and chases little wadded up balls of plastic wrap on a string. And he's adorable. And he uses the litterbox without needing to be housetrained (what? I've only had dogs. This is a miracle, to me). He doesn't follow you around like a puppy, which I miss, and doesn't really want to be pet or to cuddle, but he comes running when you make kissy noises, which you have to do a lot because he can hide in very small places. And he almost fell into the toilet, trying to explore. Which was cute.

( kitty )

Random: I just spent an hour and a half being interviewed by a PhD student doing her dissertation on gifted education and the long-term effects of early college entrance programs. I am not sure I'm the best representation, y'know? Hopefully my personal failures do not reflect poorly on EEP. But it was cool. Way to make me feel special.