Thursday, April 28, 2011

meow

I don't know what to talk about. 


So why waste perfectly good internet space with pointless rambling, you ask?


Well I don't have a good answer for that one. Sometimes you just need to ramble. 


Is it sick that this makes me laugh a lot?


3 Year old crying over Justin Bieber


Y'all may have noticed that the pics from the top of the blog are gone. They're actually not gone--I just moved them to the bottom because I can no longer stand to look at that photo of myself at 96 pounds. 


I've been on the Spiru-tein fast for 2 days now. I'm actually running out of Spiru-tein, but I discovered not that long ago that the Fairway Market carries every single flavour (it's impossible to find that stuff anywhere else). I want to try the chocolate fudge crunch one, and the cappuccino. 


There's some more new photos up! And hopefully, I'll be getting that last set back tomorrow (the ones the photo place screwed up). I don't even remember what was on that roll...


I feel like a failure because I have no fun MSPaint drawings. I'm even out of back up emergency silly stuff. (That's the name of the folder on my desktop where I save random fun things I find on the internet; it's currently empty).


My room is clean!! Just spent the last 2 hours tidying. I get into these psycho cleaning moods sometimes--I'll start by putting away something small, like a book back on the shelf. And then it suddenly escalates and I tear around the room like a maniac because I MUST CLEAN EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW!!!


And now I can see my desk. It's really exciting. 


Kitty is downstairs HOWLING. I don't know when she developed this habit. Most likely we've just spoiled her too much over the years. 13 years of spoiling built up, and now Callisto will follow you around the house with the non stop meow meow MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW until you eventually lose it and go psycho to scare her out of the room for a few minutes of peace and quiet.


She'll be back in 5-10 minutes, and start over. Especially if you go anywhere near the refrigerator. She can hear the fridge door open from upstairs, on the other side of the house, behind a closed door. 


But she's such a sweet little muffin. <3
She's a midget--only 6 pounds. She also has an eating disorder I think, because she will flat out refuse to eat for days if we don't feed her something she likes. And then other times she'll inhale her whole bowl of food in under a minute and go puke it up right after she's done.


And I spoil that cat rotten. 


We would spoil the other one as well, but she's not interested.
Daisy likes sleeping. She likes eating, too (as you can see^--Daisy weighs 13 pounds), but she's not that into human food. Once in a while, when we're giving Callisto bits of our dinner, Daisy will come and get some; but mostly she just likes her dry food. She pouts a lot because the vet put her on a diet of less dry food. So she just sleeps more.


Ok if I've reached the point of cat stories, I think maybe it's time to call it a night.


<3

Monday, April 25, 2011

You're not like the others. You like the same things I do: Wax paper. Boiled football leather. Dog breath. We're not hitchhiking anymore. We're riding!







Here's a photo of my dessert from fancy dinner out on Friday:


That's homemade vanilla ice cream on a bed of coconut shavings, with semi sweet chocolate drizzled over it to form a hard chocolate shell. It was almost as good as the ginger-and-coconut veggie crab bisque I had for an appetizer.



There is NOTHING on the telly. 

Like seriously. Feckall. We pay for this. 

I mean ok yeah we have the cheapest possible cable package so there's not that many channels; but a few years ago before The Depression Part Deux hit us, we had satellite with like 2,000 channels including ALL the movie channels, and even then sometimes there would actually be nothing worth watching.

We're PAYING for these things with our hard-earned money. I think the people in charge of television need to get their shite together and put a bit more effort into their programming. 


Why the eff isn't my show on?!

So there's a bill or something that the senate is voting on (I think?[can you tell I'm totally into politics and government and how the country actually works? Lol]) that's going to cut all federal funding for public broadcasting. 100%. No more money for things like my classical radio station. Or Nova. No more Keeping Up Appearances marathons or opera on the radio on Saturdays. 

No more Arthur.


(He's an aardvark, but apparently he had some serious rhinoplasty before going on TV)

The government is taking away all of Arthur's funding. They may as well be slaughtering Arthur and his whole family. 

I actually wrote to my local congressman about this. (I looked up "congress" in the index of the Lawyers' Diary and found a whole list of them, organized by county.) Basically I said that if You People are responsible for the discontinuance of my radio station, I will go on a murderous rampage as a result of the offal that's on the all other radio stations, and then I will sue Rihanna, her song and music writers, the record company, and everyone else related to the composition of Rihanna's music because she is an agent of Satan and it is impossible NOT to get her songs stuck in your head for days, sometimes weeks at a time just from hearing it for 30 seconds. 

I could probably get a lot money out of that, too. The Boss might be a grasshole sometimes, but he seems quite good at what he does. I've seen some pretty huge checks come across my desk just for things like some dude slipping in a bit of spilled water on the floor of Macy's. It upsets me a little every time I have to take one of those checks to the bank. Boss only gets at most a third of the total settlement, but it's still a helluva lot of money. Like I'm holding a little piece of paper worth three times my yearly salary. 

Wow I'm rambling. 

I ate a lot this weekend. 

Like Holy Mother of God, I ate A LOT. Most of it was meat. Easter candy came in a very close second. Cereal wins third place. The dairy-chocolate-carb overload rash is on my neck, chest, and stomach. 

Guess what I came home to on Friday evening? 

Wild guess.

COCOA MOTHERTRUCKING PEBBLES.  

It took me 2 days to eat the whole box, which is a large improvement on the usual 18 minutes. 

But I worked out loads for the past three days, so I'm not freaking out. 


Totally not freaking out.

I miss that show. Little Sis's dad introduced me to it (before Little Sis existed, when her dad was still just Mum's Really Cool Boyfriend With The Red Motorcycle). 






Oh heeyyyy vitamins*  !   !!

Wassup? It's been a while. 

It's funny how I can see myself going through these patterns of behavior, and I know exactly what's going to happen during each phase of my psychologically disturbed episodes. Yet I still continue with that behavior, knowing it's bad, knowing it's going to lead to negative consequences, and an Aftermath, etc. etc. 

The behavior itself never varies. I follow the same predictable pattern from one step to the next. 

1.) Get vitamins* by chance or by accident (i.e., friends getting drunk and extremely generous, receiving them as payment in lieu of cash, or being drunk myself and weak-willed, and subsequently convinced to buy large quantities of vitamins*).

2.) Take some vitamins 3-5 days later, just as a "treat" in advance for doing a good workout. 

3.) Burn 800 calories with no effort whatsoever. 

4.) Have a bad binge.

5.) To make up for Bad Binge, plan a fast for the following 4 days (that's an average, it could be up to 6 days).

6.) It's tough exercising while liquid fasting and only having 200 calories a day. But not exercising = death, so let's have some vitamins* to ease the exercising process. Just while fasting, then we'll go back to eating the usual 500-900 calories a day. Because we don't want to go crazy, right?

7.) Burn 600-800 calories working out.

8.) We're just doing it while fasting, then we'll totally go back to normal.

9.) Burn an average of 700 calories a day while only consuming up <200 for up 5 consecutive days.

10.) Binge.

11.) Repeat steps 5 thru 10 until we run out of money or supplies of vitamins*, or until we suffer a serious injury. Whichever happens first.

So yeah right now I'm on the second lap, just beginning step 5. (Nothing but coffee and Spiru-Tein all day tomorrow, the Spiru-Tein only sipped when I feel faint). 



mmuuuuufffffffiiinnnnn

I uploaded four new albums from the last bunch of Sunday Adventures.  It's missing a roll though, because some idiot mixed up my film with someone else's, so one of the sets of negatives I got back had photos from some kind deep sea scuba diving expedition. 

Pretty cool, but still not my photos. 


Night-night all!! I think the sleepies are finally kicking in....






*I know I've said this before, but.... DRUGS VITAMINS ARE BAD. Just don't start.