The World In a Coma

Cats are smart? Sometimes I just don’t know, here’s some proof against them:

The other day I was sitting at my computer having a smoke my cat meowing and generally being bothersome as usual all of the sudden she jumps up on to the computer desk right onto my ash tray with a lit cigarette in it, she then jumps off and the smoke has mysteriously disappeared, I frantically search for the smoke when I smell burnt hair. The smoke is attached to the cat I whip into action to remove it from her hair. The cat is fine but she’s been pissed at me for days now for ruining her perfect grooming, which she is obsessed with. Um DUH cat, cigarettes are hot, not a good idea to jump on them. All this in addition to her craziness, falling off tables and running into things. Then again I can’t generalize maybe my cat is mentally retarded… hey at least she’s good looking.

 I know lame story but it was freakin HILARIOUS, I’m evil I know, but seriously come on.

ANyways back to me, I get to go to Victoria over reading week for a few days, never been so that should be fun. Going with my mother in law, who I get along with really well so yay!!

So I decided today that I’m going to be famous in some way one day. I have it all planned out, I’m going to be singing to myself one day, or just standing around in the right place and someone will discover me. I’m not really into the whole starving artist movement, I’d much rather be working and making money happily rolling along in my mediocre life when BAM, I’m discovered. I mean really… who can deny my talent? What is my talent you ask? Well I don’t know, but I will know when someone discovers me, they’ll say wow that girl is the best singer, actor, dancer, person who can drink coffee (hey I think it’s a talent). And… even if I”m not the best at any of those, my personality will win them over, plus God loves me. So I’m going to keep singing in my car, and working on my coffee drinking talents, until I am discovered. Fame will come to me, I’m not running after it.

Well I’m back from my blogging sabatical…hopefully. Life kinda overruled my blog time, and I felt as though I had nothing of interest to share with my readers. I need some ideas folks, perhaps I’ll do a few books reviews, God knows I’ve read a million of them, that’s just in my university career. But I digress, what have you missed since I’ve been gone. I have two newly single, gorgeous girlfriends, their previous men have left the picture, putting them back on the market, so guys watch out!! I can’t wait to go out and hit the bar scene with them, watch the boys drool while we laugh at their exes stupidity in not holding on to them, their loss ha ha!

Back to school and working two jobs, gets a little hectic, but nothing I can’t handle… who needs sleep anyways? Not me apparently. We are doing a sociology debate on Tuesday about Internet dating, which should be pretty interesting. My group itself is interesting, me and 3 guys (Carter is not too happy about that, it seems to have prompted nightmares about me leaving him, silly chap). They seem like really nice guys, our debate should be pretty good. If any one has any opinions or personal experience with online dating let me know, more info the better. The gentleman on my side of the debate reminds me so much of my guy friends back home, laid back and funny. It’s nice getting to hang out with guys again. I grew up with guy friends staying at my house, and hanging out all the time. Moving to Lethbridge was wierd in that I have all girl friends now, I miss my guy time, it’s peaceful and simple. Alcohol and sex are the main topics of convo (what more do you need). No bad moods, bitching, cat fights, it’s so nice to hang with guys. Not that I don’t LOVE my girlfriends, they are absolutely essential to my survival, but sometimes it’s nice to not have to worry about hurting anyones feelings or for that matter farting and burping lol.

Oh ya back to new blog topics, I think I can finaggle the time to do a weekly thing, Danny you can figure something out, I’m leaving it in your hands.