I have often pondered what my cat would be like if he was, in fact, a human being instead of my cat; likewise, if I would like that particular person. Diego. Hm. Well... he certainly would be bipolar, being very needy for attention. On the other hand, at times he would be very relaxed and simply thoughtful to my sad, girly needs; for instance, he seems to always know when to come give me an extra snuggle when I'm feeling down, and he always stays close by when I'm sick. AND he protects my feet when I'm sleeping, yelling at anyone who dares to disturb my sleep. That, my friends, I think is one of the most thoughtful things to be done.
All in all, Diego is too much of a cat for me to imagine him as a person to think of. That, and I'm on a ton of medicine that has been fogging my brain up, and my imaginatinator has been a little cloudy as of late. So... well.. Diego's been making a mighty fine cat and that is that.
4.13.2009
Time...
My, it sure has been a while. Very sorry.
Explaination?
Well. Let me tell you.
First off, I'm sitting in bed, sick. My pop comes up, sits on the edge of my bed, looking a bit bewildered. "Well," he says. "Steph just called. It looks like she and Greg are thinking about getting married."
And although this was completely understood, having it finally made official initiated a scream.
"And it looks like they are looking at getting married this summer."
Which I was not expecting, deserved another scream.
So, in other words.... the last months have equaled a secret trip up to Utah about eleven hours after that conversation to go actually MEET Greg, hours of wedding planning and chatting and shopping and debating and ribbon tying (you wouldn't believe how much ribbon is involved with a wedding) and so much more STUFF that I simply never had the time to meander over here and write something semi-interesting.
Although, all our time hasn't been filled with wedding planning (although it would have been much more pleasant). No, it's been filled with many more doctor appointments than I would have liked, but although I fell into around a month long valley of dark nastiness, I'm on the rebound and am doing quite well.
And, WHO-HOO! I SURVIVED A SPINAL TAP!!!
I think that's pretty impresive, if I do say so myself.
I HAVE, unfortunately had to withdraw from school again, so without my Creative Writing class, I haven't been doing much writing... well... not the stuff that I would put on here. Not the assignments that I usually would have written, the new sort of things that I've been learning how to write. THAT I miss, a lot. Hopefully in September I'll be able to take a good Creative Writing class at BYU Idaho... We'll see?
Alas... I must go find a way to charge my unchargable "Crappycomp" because it has all my writing on it... Dear computer, why must you be from the 90's and not have the wonderful technology that is available to us in present time? It would save me much heartache. And time.
Explaination?
Well. Let me tell you.
First off, I'm sitting in bed, sick. My pop comes up, sits on the edge of my bed, looking a bit bewildered. "Well," he says. "Steph just called. It looks like she and Greg are thinking about getting married."
And although this was completely understood, having it finally made official initiated a scream.
"And it looks like they are looking at getting married this summer."
Which I was not expecting, deserved another scream.
So, in other words.... the last months have equaled a secret trip up to Utah about eleven hours after that conversation to go actually MEET Greg, hours of wedding planning and chatting and shopping and debating and ribbon tying (you wouldn't believe how much ribbon is involved with a wedding) and so much more STUFF that I simply never had the time to meander over here and write something semi-interesting.
Although, all our time hasn't been filled with wedding planning (although it would have been much more pleasant). No, it's been filled with many more doctor appointments than I would have liked, but although I fell into around a month long valley of dark nastiness, I'm on the rebound and am doing quite well.
And, WHO-HOO! I SURVIVED A SPINAL TAP!!!
I think that's pretty impresive, if I do say so myself.
I HAVE, unfortunately had to withdraw from school again, so without my Creative Writing class, I haven't been doing much writing... well... not the stuff that I would put on here. Not the assignments that I usually would have written, the new sort of things that I've been learning how to write. THAT I miss, a lot. Hopefully in September I'll be able to take a good Creative Writing class at BYU Idaho... We'll see?
Alas... I must go find a way to charge my unchargable "Crappycomp" because it has all my writing on it... Dear computer, why must you be from the 90's and not have the wonderful technology that is available to us in present time? It would save me much heartache. And time.
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