hello?...

...are you there?
can you hear me?

as my summer unfolds, i continue to find wrinkles and worn spots of my life.  wrinkles being the things i've been neglecting, whether due to carelessness or spending my time on other less important tasks.  worn spots being the things that i've worked too hard on and gotten nothing in return. except frayed edges, taunting me that everything could fall apart at any moment, of course.

my summers are often spent working my ass off in classes as well as at my job. possibly working harder than i do during the school year since all the work is crammed into a small allotted time period.  so this summer, i'm letting my hair down!  (ok not literally..it's already much too hot for that.)  while yes, i completely plan to bust my ass in my one online course this summer, i also plan to enjoy my new job of lounging by the pool while i check passes.  however i've already made a nice dent in movies i've never seen.  i couldn't even list all the titles, but it's been at least 5 or 6 already this summer...and i'm not a movie watcher by any means.  i started my second book this summer today.  so i've began to iron out my wrinkles.  i'm really bad at just relaxing and doing nothing.  maybe these are small wrinkles in the fabric of life...but wrinkles none the less.  i need to get back in the gym, but that's a whole other story.

i put a lot into the relations i hold with people.  whether it be friends, co-workers, my boys...i spend a majority of my energy making sure the people i care about are happy.  some friends find a new infatuation (aka boy) and completely ditch you...CUT.  some friends only want to put in a minuscule effort and reap all the benefits...CUT.  you reap what you sew younin.

this summer i pledge to trim my frayed edges and cover the worn spots with patches of stronger, more durable fabric.  put my time and effort into things that will last.  things that will have meaning when i become famous and write an auto-biography!  ;)  (now-a-days you don't have to be famous to write a great auto-biography)  i pledge to iron out my wrinkles and patch up my holes.  i'm not sure, but i have a feeling this could be the best summer.

i also pledge to make memories.  this is, in fact, my last summer before graduating college.  i have one more year to knowingly make completely stupid decisions and be able to say "it's ok, i'm in college" or "it's not like i have any responsibilities" because i mean.....it's college!

kitties.

my life consists of a kitty playground.  if they aren't launching off my body while i try to sleep (keyword try), rubbing up against my hand while writing, stomping on my keyboard while using the computer, sitting in the sink while i try to brush my teeth, jumping on the counter while i chase them with a squirt bottle, or standing directly in front of the tv while a new episode of some trashy reality show (my guilty pleasure) airs, it just wouldn't be the kitty lifestyle.
and let me tell you this.  my cats live it up.  it's easy for them since they have minor parental supervision.  living by myself, working, and going to classes provides them opportune moments to do those things i absolutely hate.  including, but not limited to, tipping over my trash cans and rummaging through them like they are raccoons, jumping on the counter/fridge/cabinets, and chewing on blinds.  see, kitties don't realize mother knows best, and since they lack opposable thumbs they leave massive evidence at the scene of the crime.  trash cans being tipped over...i come home, see my trash can on the ground with its contents scattered about, and they look at me as if the wind knocked it over.  sorry boys, but the windows are closed!  it's very easy to spot when someone was on the counter, since everything that was on the counter in the morning, is now located on the floor.  (when i say everything i mean everything under 5 pounds)  this also includes fridge magnets, and my successes i still hang on my fridge.  the sad thing is, these things always end up in their litter box crumbs.  for those of you who don't know what litter box crumbs are, it's the litter your cats beautifully fling outside the litter box, lord knows how, to make a ring around the litter box mat.
note:  litter box crumbs are only applicable to those using a litter box mat.  if one doesn't use a litter box mat, i don't feel bad for your litter mess.  however, spending $10 on something that is practically useless should be applauded, since these are the people who clearly want what's best for their feline.
finally, i know someone has been chewing on my blinds when more of my little panels are lying on the ground dead.
while these things are annoying, i find pleasure in things my cats hate.  mainly, cleaning their ears.  i'm not sure why my cats are so against it, because their ears are nasty...you'd think i'd be doing them a favor.  however, i'm sure they have ear mites, but i hate using the treatment, because they get so wet and unhappy.  however, this is mainly their fault..they shouldn't shake their heads and just let the cleaning process happen!  but today was one of those days, and kitties were less than thrilled.  robbie had it the worst.  after his forced "spa" session, his head shakes led to his saliva getting all over his face.  sigh.  and he just looked so pathetic.  reggie took it a little bit better...he at least came up to watch me do homework later while robbie just avoided me at all costs.  both cats have been grooming themselves the rest of the day...i swear they're going to lick the fur off their paws, but robbie has decided to forgive me and has been washing himself on my desk as i type.  unfortunately for him, this horrific day has ended in a cowlick.

poor kitty.  he's still handsome though.  :)

truth.

it's that day of the week again...yes you're right.  time for me to unleash my thoughts that no one really actually cares about.  except my mom that is.

hi mom!

today madeline, my foster kitty, has decided to help me write my post.

awe!  yay!  :)  ok.  anyway back to business.

so this week's post is going to be about the truth.  and i'm a firm believer that although the truth may be hard to tell, it's doing that person a disservice (nice word huh) lying directly to their face.  not only does this person feel betrayed, it makes them think the liar believes they are stupid.  and while yes, some people are stupid, this story/blog is about me, and i definitely am not stupid!  i'm just blonde.  haha.

so my advise for all you out there in blog world, is be straight up.  while the truth may hurt, people who care about you will value you being straight up.  and those who cannot handle the truth aren't worth your time, because it's pretty likely they won't be 100% honest.

i like to consider myself a truthful person.  my philosophy is if someone asks you a question, and you don't wanna tell the truth, smile.  they'll get the hint it's not good news or they're wrong (which is also not good news lol).  but sometimes my truthfulness with strangers scares people away.  oh well.  don't ask me if i think your dress is slutty when you're wearing a tubetop to cover your whole body.

but i mean, this is college, so isn't that just typical?

Woof.

good morning world...or at least the 3 kitties laying beside me.

i must say, starting a blog is harder than i imagined.  they make you choose a blog address, and of course all of the ones you can come up with are taken.

including, but not limited to...

funky_mango_slipper

ceilingfan_mirror

someone had to have been laying in bed and looked up at the ceiling to create this (exactly what i did) no one wants that to be their address.  it was out of pure desperation.  come on.

so this is my last week of maymester (crowd cheers) and i am anything but productive.  tisk tisk.

isn't that all part of the college experience though?  waiting until the last minute to do something? letting the adrenaline build up as the last hour comes and you're only half way done with your paper?  i think so.

cheers to college!  a healthier way to fuel your adrenaline than monster.

but i must end so i can pretend to be productive.

isn't that just typical?