And they all lived… happily ever after? Kudos to this photographer for ruining everything we cherished about a childhood with Disney. Goodness knows that’s one of my favourite pastime activites, anyway. More images @ JPGmag.com

The story goes like this: I have a website called glostix.  Kev likes the name.  He jokes about getting his own website with a similar sounding name, so we can be a matched pair.  I say, well hey, why bother with that when you could just be part of glostix too?  And he’s like, oh hey, ok! So I set glostix up to be a joint-blog, with a shiny new layout, rearranging all of the pages (permanently jacking up orders and numbers of said pages), and WHAM!  We has a blog.  Except… nothing.  Nudge after careful nudge, prods, prompts, strong hints and suggestions, nothing.  Which has brought me to this day, when I just sort of gave up.

So now everything is back the way it was.  Leading horses to water, etc.

In other news, I still can’t find a job.  I’ve thrown out countless applications and resumes, gotten callbacks, interviewed, did my thang for nothing.  I’m starting to worry less and less about it, though.  Even though it pisses me off that everyone is looking for “experience” but no one is willing to give a girl a chance to GET experience, it’s not worth stressing myself over.  I wish I figured that out before I started smoking again, because now I have to quit all over again, which is surely going to make my “don’t stress it” attitude hard to stick with. Still, not stressing the lack of work.  If we can survive til the start of next semester, we’ll be just fine.

What’s the point of a blog if you don’t blog?

Going home is good. Got two meals I didn’t have to cook (ok, I had to put a burger on the grill, but that’s hardly ‘cooking’), two loads of laundry done, a few groceries courtesy of mom (riiiiiiiiiiice!), snuggle time with kitties, and time to just hang out.  Jeremy and the kids were there for a while, too.  I quite enjoyed myself.

Played in my garden for a while before dinner.  Two of three lavender plants are doing good… the other one looks kind of puny.  St John’s Wort is up and at ‘em… feverfew, spearmint, and peppermint are good… oregano is making a slow comeback… and I can already see the tiny little starts of columbine leaves.  Trimmed off all of last year’s dead shoots, cleared the redbud leaves (the nice thing about putting your garden under trees… it insulates it for the winter for you), loosened the soil and sprinkled it with fertilizer (read: chicken pooooo).  I’m not replacing anything that doesn’t recover… except maybe the sage. I’m not sure what’s going to happen with that, since I had to take it to the ground last year.  I might just pot a little bush out on the patio here, and bring over my smallest lavender bush.  Just depends.  I still haven’t gotten a handle on how much sun this place gets… but my little window herb planter dealie is already sprouting, so it must get some.

Tomorrow; read anthro book, study anthro exam, write cover letter.  IT NEVER ENDSSSS.

Again, I say, long time no update. Um sorry. Busy, hectic, making ready, hauling ass, getting out, moving on, and making very little sense all along the way. For those of you who don’t know, and are not keeping track via LJ, I’m in Lexington now, trying to get things all dialed in and packed away before class starts back up on Monday. I doubt it’ll be entirely dialed, but I will, at least, have depressed and released a button or two. So far, only my nerves have gone kaboom… I guess that’s better than whatever else can happen with buttons.

The experience has been, so far, quite mixed. I’m happy even if I am at times quite terrified… partly due to nerves and partly due to the real mixbag we call “neighbours”. Most of the happiness is down to the fact that I’m surviving outside the next with minimal emotional hitches… anxiety increased but it’s been nowhere near as horrid as the other times I’ve been far from home. I think it’s due to my being stronger, and having much better support than I ever had before. Support which, god willing, should arrive within the fortnight, and perhaps lend a hand at being more supportive of my mammaries.

I’m earning an A in Narty.

The most pleasant thing about being in a more citylike environment is the fact that I have an intarweb connection which is worth a shit. The hell that is dial-up is finally behind me. Finally. I’ve been making friends with Netflix Instant Play, as well as catching up with all the glory of YouTube:

Stuff has happened. All ye who follow my LJ have heard it all, since I have no secrets and tell no lies. I just rarely find anything to be publicly blogworthy until it all accumulates into this big ball of… accumulation. So how do I want to go about this, I wonder… hmm.

Well, the bad news. First and foremost.You’ll remember that my big white thundarrcat Moses passed at the end of this past summer. It was a shock to the system on so many levels… one in particular being that he bit it before Carmie, who I sometimes lovingly refer to as “Parkinson’s Kitty” and “Old Man Pants”. We always figured him to be older than Moses, so we always figured he’d move on first. When Moses went, we knew Carmie couldn’t be too far behind. This morning, about six months later, Carmie went. It’s… odd. I wasn’t there when it happened, and I didn’t “say goodbye” so I don’t have the image of his death in my mind. I also have the comfort of knowing that Mo is waiting for him. So… while it hurts… and I’ve suffered a wet face all day in private moments… I’m doing better with it than before.
Still. Of course. He will be greatly missed… and always fondly remembered. Love you, duder…

*sigh*

Shaking my hands out a bit, now. There is good news. I’m doing well in all of my classes, staying on top of things (and even ahead in some respects), so my academic life contributes only minimal amounts of stress to my general life. The worst thing about this semester is, still, the driving. But not for very much longer… bringing me to good news point number two: I’m moving to Lexington. I have my address, and a tentative move-in date in two weeks. I’m not sure when Kev is coming up to hang his hat, yet… hopefully not long after. It’ll be grand to be closer to campus, but it sure would suck to have to bimble around by my lonesome for too terribly long.

Other big news: My car broke 100k miles last week. Poor ol’ baby… I have to take it easy on her from now on, huh? Also, I’ve quit smoking. It’s been two weeks and two days since my last cigarette. Congratulate me, assheads. And finally, today is Kev’s birthday. Happy birthday again, babycaeks! Now fuckin’ blog somethin’ already!!