Today I'm getting ready for my math class. Linear fucking algebra. Fuck I hate math classes. I wanted one in the evening (because I'm anti-morning thinking) but the latest one was at 11:30. Oh, woe is me.
Yesterday was pretty good. First, I took William and Theo on a walk which we haven't done in sometime because my roomate's girlfriend usually takes them to the park now in her truck. They seem to like the walks more than the park though because they get to trot around like they are on a mission to find squirrels and I'll take them off trail to sniff trees. I'll even point out squirrels for them because I usually spot them first. I have to keep an eye out for squirrels because if they see them first they'll drag me off my feet before I'll know what's happening.
The walks also make them mentally tired. All the smells and new things (i try to take them in different directions and paths) overloads their little doggie brains. For the rest of the day, they were just wasted like little kids on christmas. Plus it's good excercise for me, so we need to do more. Just not when it's raining, but yesterday was pretty nice.
After that I played some guitar because I'm getting rusty from working all the time and I had one off those moments where I sorta learn a song really quick which I really fucking love. It took me two years to play a decent 'Pale blue eyes' so it's really cool when I seem to get the hang of 'just a little bit' pretty quick. Of course it's a way easier song but
And then after that I saw that there was a pixies concert on TV. Fucking Righteous! It was in london 1988 and Kim Deal was a hot little momma singing gigantic. It was funny to see a younger Black Francis with all his hair and jiggling man-boobies. They played a number of good songs and the camera man was considerate enough to show his fucking fingers as Mr Francis played. Good show good times. I will watch it again, me thinks.
Yesterday was pretty good. First, I took William and Theo on a walk which we haven't done in sometime because my roomate's girlfriend usually takes them to the park now in her truck. They seem to like the walks more than the park though because they get to trot around like they are on a mission to find squirrels and I'll take them off trail to sniff trees. I'll even point out squirrels for them because I usually spot them first. I have to keep an eye out for squirrels because if they see them first they'll drag me off my feet before I'll know what's happening.
The walks also make them mentally tired. All the smells and new things (i try to take them in different directions and paths) overloads their little doggie brains. For the rest of the day, they were just wasted like little kids on christmas. Plus it's good excercise for me, so we need to do more. Just not when it's raining, but yesterday was pretty nice.
After that I played some guitar because I'm getting rusty from working all the time and I had one off those moments where I sorta learn a song really quick which I really fucking love. It took me two years to play a decent 'Pale blue eyes' so it's really cool when I seem to get the hang of 'just a little bit' pretty quick. Of course it's a way easier song but
And then after that I saw that there was a pixies concert on TV. Fucking Righteous! It was in london 1988 and Kim Deal was a hot little momma singing gigantic. It was funny to see a younger Black Francis with all his hair and jiggling man-boobies. They played a number of good songs and the camera man was considerate enough to show his fucking fingers as Mr Francis played. Good show good times. I will watch it again, me thinks.
They thought the boy had appedicitis, it was just swollen glands in his Abs pressing on all his insides... he had an IV, a CAT scan, the works! They finally just gave him some morphine & then he was a goof-ball, bouncing off the walls at 4 am. He is ok now, he went to school finally today.
I am VERY allergic to aspartame... I am still feeling alittle bit sick from it. My mom knows this & made "sugar-free" jello & I ate about 3 or 4 cups of it over about 3 days time. With all that whipped cream, I couldn't tell. It was bad, I almost called 911 on myself too afew days after I called 911 on the boy. But, Mr. Rob thought he could take care of me well enough for me to get through it & he did!
Holidays suck ass!!!