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I'm on a freaking roll!
Mar. 22nd, 2007 12:42 pmBut first -
Alex called me not long ago to say hi. I asked her about taking care of Draco over spring break, and she said she'll be able to. AWESOME. She then asked me if I could take care of her rats while she's gone at CSSSA (Erin applied a second time, and I think this is Alex's first time; they'd better get in!), but I told her about my going to the Art Institute of Portland, so that probably won't work out.... I mean, I'm not accepted yet, and I must make sure my portfolio is of a high quality, and that I'm not missing anything from the application. Again, I'm keeping my spirits up.
I'd love to be able to take care of Nimh and Nesmie, though. That'd be a great photography and art reference opportunity, and I've liked rats for a long time.
Alex also mentioned Adrian Molina's "Much Ado About Ice Cream" cartoon and asked if I had seen it. I've seen that one a couple times, so I let her (and Erin) in on his "Unicorn vs. Narwhal" cartoon, which is just... brilliant. I met him only once, but that kid is seriously going to go places in animation.
Dad and I took a bike ride earlier. He had a doctor's appointment this morning and got some shots in his knee, and now it feels good for him to ride again. Joy! He also left a note on our neighbors' gate up the hill; their dogs will not. Fucking. SHUT. UP. And the little one, Raisin, is vicious. She charged me and Lupin once as we were starting off on a walk (this was late last year), her nape spiked, growling her ass off. I'd had Lupin on a leash, of course, but I'd love to see Lupin kick that little bitch's ass. Not that I support dog fights - I don't - but Dad was saying the same thing.
Also last year, one of the members of that household came down around 11:30 at night (while Cammy and I were watching Howl's Moving Castle), complaining that our septic alarm was keeping her and others awake. Yeah the hell right. Cammy and I didn't even hear the damn thing go off, and yet she heard it way up the hill?
Dad and I were pleased to find another note in their driveway, secured under a rock, complaining about the dogs' barking and how it interrupts the peace around here. It really does.
As for being on a roll, I had yet ANOTHER screwy dream. (This is actually really cool, how many odd dreams I've had consecutively.) This dream dealt with a kitten with cyclopia, a malnourished bearded dragon with five eyes (whose tail snapped off), and other things I can't recall at the moment.... But it was very weird, indeed. Gah, I'm remembering bits and pieces of the other scenes! I wish I could record my dreams. Some of them, anyway, like the dream with Nikita.
Woo! I'm going to Kat's in a couple hours! *dances*
Alex called me not long ago to say hi. I asked her about taking care of Draco over spring break, and she said she'll be able to. AWESOME. She then asked me if I could take care of her rats while she's gone at CSSSA (Erin applied a second time, and I think this is Alex's first time; they'd better get in!), but I told her about my going to the Art Institute of Portland, so that probably won't work out.... I mean, I'm not accepted yet, and I must make sure my portfolio is of a high quality, and that I'm not missing anything from the application. Again, I'm keeping my spirits up.
I'd love to be able to take care of Nimh and Nesmie, though. That'd be a great photography and art reference opportunity, and I've liked rats for a long time.
Alex also mentioned Adrian Molina's "Much Ado About Ice Cream" cartoon and asked if I had seen it. I've seen that one a couple times, so I let her (and Erin) in on his "Unicorn vs. Narwhal" cartoon, which is just... brilliant. I met him only once, but that kid is seriously going to go places in animation.
Dad and I took a bike ride earlier. He had a doctor's appointment this morning and got some shots in his knee, and now it feels good for him to ride again. Joy! He also left a note on our neighbors' gate up the hill; their dogs will not. Fucking. SHUT. UP. And the little one, Raisin, is vicious. She charged me and Lupin once as we were starting off on a walk (this was late last year), her nape spiked, growling her ass off. I'd had Lupin on a leash, of course, but I'd love to see Lupin kick that little bitch's ass. Not that I support dog fights - I don't - but Dad was saying the same thing.
Also last year, one of the members of that household came down around 11:30 at night (while Cammy and I were watching Howl's Moving Castle), complaining that our septic alarm was keeping her and others awake. Yeah the hell right. Cammy and I didn't even hear the damn thing go off, and yet she heard it way up the hill?
Dad and I were pleased to find another note in their driveway, secured under a rock, complaining about the dogs' barking and how it interrupts the peace around here. It really does.
As for being on a roll, I had yet ANOTHER screwy dream. (This is actually really cool, how many odd dreams I've had consecutively.) This dream dealt with a kitten with cyclopia, a malnourished bearded dragon with five eyes (whose tail snapped off), and other things I can't recall at the moment.... But it was very weird, indeed. Gah, I'm remembering bits and pieces of the other scenes! I wish I could record my dreams. Some of them, anyway, like the dream with Nikita.
Woo! I'm going to Kat's in a couple hours! *dances*
