home sick and psycho

I thought I should update since I changed my template. I'm pretty happy with it - it feels cleaner somehow. Anyway, working on the look of it is my way to inspire me to write here more. I hope it works.

I've been writing a lot more offline. I have this great story that keeps developing inside my head so I'm trying to put it all on paper before it floats away. Sometimes I'm awful with inspiration. I don't do anything with it and then it leaves me. I suppose my feelings would be hurt if I was being ignored like that.

(you know because inspiration has like.. feelings.. and all - don't pay any attention - I've just been staring at this computer screen too long today and I've lost my sanity.)

I'm pretty disgusted with a whole number of current events and so I've been ignoring the news. This has been effective in keeping my rage in check.

I'm still living at the grandparents house. I miss my home. Sure my mom is keeping it company but I want to go back there soon. I was out shopping for computer related things and came across this lovely desk that I wanted to buy. And then I thought, what's the point? I'm not going to put it together at my grandparents house and if I take it home, I won't get to use it soon anyway - so I left my pretty desk at the store.

And now that I'm not at home, I've come up with all these redecorating ideas. I want to redo my kitchen and bedroom and part of the living room. I wonder if I'd be so keen on starting these projects if I was actually there every day. But now that I can't - the need to nest is palpable.

I've rescued a pyscho cat. The neighbors here were going to kill her. With a shovel. They were actually digging a hole in their back yard for the kitty. Of course I couldn't stand for that so I took the cat in. Now that it's not their problem anymore, they've assured me they weren't REALLY going to kill her. What? There's a hole in the back yard! We're they hoping to scare her? Hopping the site of her future grave was going to whip her into shape? I smiled and nodded. I'm good at smiling and nodding when I have no idea what to say.

So the kitty is psycho and I don't really blame her. But she scares the crap out of me. She'll run up and rub my legs wanting a little petting and then all of the sudden it's hiss hiss and growl. Sometimes if I'm really lucky she'll come sit on my lap and purr. Then turn around and slap me if I try to move. Poor kitty. I really think those people abused her. I was going to find her a new home with people who actually liked cats but now I don't think that's possible. Who else is going to put up with her?

Yeah I know. Just me. Sigh.

Okay, I've got nothing else. I hope everyone has a great weekend.

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