good taste

i read somewhere that a girl should buy herself a really nice, classic, classy (are those two different things?), and slightly pricey (which equals good quality) bag before she gets married.  i think the married part was extraneous.  maybe.
anyways.  while i was washing my car tonight (vacuum, armor-all, and everything!), that came to my mind.  so when i got home i decided that instead of doing homework i would do some window shopping.  on my computer of course.  nothing serious.

but i found the bag of my dreams.  i want to use it as a pillow.  it looks so soft and buttery.

leave it to me to find the most expensive bag on the planet.
only 775 doll hairs.
but sent from straight off the italian cow's back, which resides in the tuscan countryside.  drinking tuscan wine.  probably.

oh, internet, why do you tease me?  i'm pretty sure the saying was "slightly pricey," not "the price of your firstborn child" pricey....whatever that means.

aaannnd study!

don't let his florid looks fool you.  he's pretty good.

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i guess i can't have caturday if i don't put anything else in here.  then i will just be a crazy cat lady, soon to be crazy bag lady.  or something.
good thing oni thinks she is a dog, because then i can't be a cat lady!
not only does she think she's a dog, she is very green.
the other night i woke up to the sound of chewing.  oni was chewing my phone charger out of the wall.  (do cats chew things?)  she didn't stop until it was pulled completely out of the socket.  it is now completely chewed up - it looks like needles have been stabbing it for a year or so.  i'm not even mad.  frankly, i'm just impressed she didn't electrocute herself.  now i keep my charger in the drawer when i'm not using it.  and when i do use it, she helps me remember when charging is complete by chewing on my phone.

in other news (because i do do things that don't involve my little angry kitty), i went to my very first renaissance festival.  but i can't tell you about it until i get the pictures off of sara's camera.

i also had my very first psyc clinical.  and i learned that we do not call patients/clients "crazy,"  we call them "floridly psychotic."

one more thing.  i was about 99.5% sure that my sister was going to show up at my house today.  she texted me with a "when do you get home?"  she only asks me that when my house is at its messiest.  so just in case she shows up next week, i am grounding myself until i do a deep clean of the entire mess.

the end.

yes, i have a test tomorrow.  why else would i come here during school?

the new and, well not improved because it's just new, CATURDAY!

how in the world is it possible to keep a blog up and running when all you do is go to school and take pictures of your cat?  no one cares about your cat, only you do.

although, come to think of it, if i care about my cat, that means everyone else does too.  i'm from the "me generation," and what i say goes.  successfully.

so to take an idea from this very strange, and slightly hilarious man:  CATURDAY!!!

oni being especially judgmental as i did crunchers

loan-ception.

watch this and maybe you'll understand...well, not the youtube, but the actual movie.  the youtube makes no sense whatsoever.

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today is the day i paid off my credit card!  granted, i paid them off with a loan - with which i am also paying my car loan... (notice the proper grammatical usage)

it's all in the name of credit, you see.


today is also the day i have discovered the very reason for my unhappiness!  kind of.  ok, that was yesterday, but it's all sinking in today.  anyways.  i know what to do, and life is good.

the end.

world's worst recycler

i watched a movie and discovered a band.  a beautiful band.  they're sort of melancholy and perfect for fall.  (you may not want to watch too carefully if you are prone to carsickness...)

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as of this week, i am the world's worst recycler.  but it's only because i had an exam.  which i got an A on.

recycling is good and pure and upstanding.  but not when you don't wash out the recycling before it gets recycled.

but i was really busy! ok??

anyways.  i'm sorry.  and i vow to eat healthy and clean my apartment and recycle like a real human being from now on.

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on a separate and sort of related note, it's almost fall here.  today it only got up to 77*.  chil.  ly.  i like to drive around with my air conditioner on really high and pretend that it's a wyoming fall (aka 40 degrees) instead of a texas fall (what's fall?). 

what real fall should look like (even though i always complain that it's fall and i wish it was still summer.  at least if it's going to be fall it should look right...)