I'm going back to NY tomorrow for two weeks! So while I may scarce on the internets, I will have lots of stupid photos to share upon my return.

You guys have fun, and I hope I don't die.

I dozed off when I was on break at work, and I had a dream wherein Dinobot once again left the Maximals to become an evangelical Christian proselytizer.

What the fuck, brain.

I think this'll sum up my day nicely:

I was awoken at 5:30 this morning by my cat rubbing his face on me, which is his way of saying that it's time to be fed. Apparently he was hiding under my bed last night, and before I went to sleep, I didn't do a Buddy check. So this is how I was woken up:

BUDDY: Hey... *rub rub rub*
COLLEEN: *unconsciously pets cat*
BUDDY: H-hey. I, uh, I hope I'm not being a bother, but if you're awake...
COLLEEN: *continues to pet cat, still half-asleep*
BUDDY: *butts head against Girl's face and rubs* Hey, if you're awake, I'm kinda hungry. If you, uh, if you wouldn't mind feeding me...
COLLEEN: Waitasecond. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?
BUDDY: I hope now isn't a bad time for you.

No work for the rest of the week! And I am very much enjoying the fact that I get a 10% commission on anything I sell. An extra five bucks tacked onto my paycheck is a big deal when I'm getting paid minimum wage to touch old women all day.

The big day was today, and the cat got his two infected canines removed. He was less than pleased upon returning home. For the next week, it's antibiotics, painkillers, and mouth rinse. Have you tried sticking a syringe into the mouth of a cat who doesn't want his meds? Even when they're doped up, you have to break out the Russian Wrestlemania moves to pin them.

( Homecoming photo under the cut. )

GOODNIGHT, SWEET PRINCE'S TEETH, AND A FLIGHT OF ANGELS SING THEE TO THY REST.

GUESS WHO THE BEST PERSON IN THE WORLD IS

Hint: IT'S meiko

She up and bought me a six-month subscription for no reason aside from the fact that she is an awesome person.

I LOVE YOU CAT NO SERIOUSLY.

To the individual who left a block of wood in the middle of the highway just behind the top of the hill, so I couldn't see it coming until it was too late:

Several things:

A) The funding for my father's job in California fell through. So I'm still stuck in this landlocked dust farm until further notice.

B) LOL HI FALL CLASSES I GUESS I SHOULD REGISTER FOR YOU NOW HUH? It's only the second-to-last week of the semester and stuff.

I'm going to go get a degree in astrophysics, build a time machine, go back to high school and kick the shit out of my younger self for not studying more for the SATs, because I'm trapped in English 101 and I can't submit a portfolio to get out of 102 until I complete that course. I would not be so miffed if this wasn't due to my own blistering stupidity. Maybe I'll get good proofreading tips.

C) 'scuse me, but I'm pretty sure that both of my public speaking courses' credits transferred. LET ME INTO FOUNDATIONS OF ACTING NOW PLZ.

D) I'M GOIN' BACK TO LONG ISLAND THIS SUMMER. PARTY TIME

Okay, back to my paper on the applications of osteology in archaeology. Just as soon as I get rid of this headache.

This made me smile:



Cats and boxes: always funny.

They might as well just call Doubleshots "canned happy" and be done with it.

GOD THIS IS TOO CUTE LOOK AT ITS FACE WHEN THEY STOP TICKLING EEEEEE

So, I finished a project today. A couple months ago, I set out to get myself acclimated to the novel-with-chapters format. Twelve chapters later, I just finished.

The word count now, before revision, is 75,657 words.

75,657 words.

Seventy five thousand, six hundred and fifty seven words.

75,657



But now what am I going to do to kill time in the library?

P.S. meiko YOU HAVE A GOOD TRIP TOMORROW BBY

EVERYONE WISH HER A GOOD TRIP RIGHT NOW DO IT

Warning: Gross journal entry ahead!

So today in forensic anthropology, we learned about what happens to you if you die in a house with your pets. In a situation where both your cat and/or your dog is trapped in there with you, the cat will start eating your body first. Based on Buddy's tendency to start chewing on my hair if I'm a half hour late providing him with his nomnoms, I would give my own corpse roughly half a day before he decides to take matters into his own dainty little paws.

This just goes to show you: Cats are assholes. I will sleep with one eye open tonight.

And they start with your lips first, oh god

Will there be an art post soon? I think maybe!

Pointless bawwing entry deleted. I think I should focus on my archaeology exam instead of spite on people I shouldn't be investing my time in anyway via cryptic entries on LJ and obviously the best way to do that is by typing up a new entry on here. So how about that cold-hammering metallurgy?

So Target's running a sale on TF: Animated figures and the Animated TPB came out yesterday. Hooray! I must go throw more of my money at Cartoon Network and Hasbro. And let's be honest, I was only ever going to buy Optimus "Let's Go Watch The History Channel" Prime if he was on sale.

T-minus two months for California. How exciting! My first orders of business upon arriving are to go swimming, get melanoma, and bother ko_pilot.

We're performing Thriller at my dance recital. Doubly exciting! I appreciate being able to make a total fool of myself in front of my parents and the parents of people in my class.

I have a Twitter! Maybe you would be kind enough to add me if you're on there? I know I'm always interested in receiving constant updates on inane things people are doing, like pooping and chewing off a hangnail.

BUDDY



WHAT WOULD POSSESS YOU TO PUT PROWL IN SUNSTREAKER'S PACKAGING? DON'T YOU KNOW THAT THEY'RE NOT EVEN ALIKE? THIS IS THE SORT OF MISCONCEPTION THAT WILL RUIN TRANSFORMERS FOREVER. I DO NOT KNOW WHICH ONE WOULD BE MORE INSULTED BY THIS.

HE'S NOT EVEN A REPAINT.

So I got a comprehensive tour of SUNY Buffalo's biological anthropology department. Here are the reasons why my day was probably more interesting than yours:

-I got to hold a walrus skull.
-I now know what monkey soup smells like.
-I got to see dissections being performed on a macaque, chimpanzee, and a human (WHICH WAS CRAZY AWESOME LET ME TELL YOU INTERNET).
-I was holding and gesturing with a human hip bone as I talked to the grad student showing me around.
-I got to see tons upon tons of monkey fetuses in varying stages of development.
-I got to see human skulls with various cranial defects.
-Embalmed things smell funny.

And it was just me and the grad student. I felt like a special pretty princess for an hour as we talked about tuition costs and what my study path should be if I choose UB for a grad school.

Man, but the dead guy's skin resembled a pile of wrinkled wet flesh-colored towels with toenails.

So, uh, spring break.

I flew up to Buffalo on Friday after completing my forensic anthro midterm. The first flight, from Albuquerque to Atlanta, was spent in nail-biting terror, but I grabbed some Dramamine at Atlanta International so the flight from there to Buffalo was spent in doped-up bliss. I got to my aunt and uncle's at midnight, and got up the next morning to go to this place here and hang out with dytabytes, who is easily one of the nicest and funniest people I've ever met. I'm still coming down from the epic girl squee that left me with, but going back to the southwest is going to suck a whole lot more now.

No but seriously she is you guys it borders on freakish how absolutely wonderful she is.

I also got IDW's Transformers art book there, since the sketch sections of the trade paperbacks were my favorite parts anyway, and the art book for the Watchmen movie. And I found Universe Prowl at this really nice comic shop, but he's in... Sunstreaker's packaging. Somehow, Sunstreaker's backing was put on Prowl's box, and I almost don't want to take him out because it's easily the most insulting thing to Prowl in the world.

Alas, I'm back in Buffalo now, and today I'm going to SUNY Buffalo so I can see how good it would be for me as a graduate school. Ultra-conservative religious relatives will be coming over to visit Wednesday; I plan on stuffing my face with wings and pizza to make sure I don't engage them in battle.

Well, this is sobering.

I rode there for a couple of years and the bulk of my marketable skills as a stable hand were obtained through that program. Seeing it go under and the horses shipped away was a bad start to my Saturday. I hope the fat little barrel racer I learned on found the good home he deserves. Barring that, I hope he was at least euthanized instead of being sent to a slaughterhouse on a double decker.

Fuck, man. If this ain't a kick in the pants.

( Spoilers and various unordered thoughts under the cut. )

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Also, I have new people watching this journal! 'Sup, guys? I hope you'll let me continue to bore you with talk about college and robots.

In other news, EEEEE ONE WEEK UNTIL I FLY BACK TO NY AND I'M GONNA KICK IT IN CANADA TOO I AM SO EXCITED and also hoping that I don't die in a fiery plane crash. Okay, enough out of me. Back to copy editing I go.