Happy B-day Water Lily!

I wanna honor your mother. I wanna learn from your pa. I wanna steal your heart, Like a bad outlaw.
Yes please, Kieth Urban. Yes please.

I was sitting at breakfast today, and the realization came over me! My two favorite junk foods are... powdered sugar mini doughnuts and mac-and-cheese (from a box)! Thank god i finally narrowed that down to two, b/c you never know when you're gonna be desert islanded.

My wonderful pod "helped" me write my artist statement for color design, which is to say they told me to write a hykoo (sp?) and then shouted out phrases to put into it. hehehe. oh, i feel devilish shrugging off the yoke of authority so very blatantly! a beautiful group effort produced the following (in a grueling 2.5 minutes)...

Loose in lucid night

Petals fall the fractured calm

Breathless seasons bend.

Ahhh... Sooo deeply meaningful it brings tears to my eyes! Wendell will love it. The only contribution I made was a little word swapping to improve alliteration. How fantastic is bullshitting? Very fantastic! I whuv you whillwee!

There Was a Fire Fight!

Or there will be if I have to chop up any more paper. Some animals are driven into a rage by the scent of a rival male. Rubber cement now has this effect on me. I hope my distress manifests itself as ingenious artistic angst in these piece-of-shit paper collages. Probably not. I'm feeling super-duper burned out. Thank god I can take bunny-petting breaks. Nothing sweeter.

Harriet makes me laugh every day. She's pretty much a bitch, and I'm loving it. If I stop petting her to pet Phil she growls, and if I don't immediately return to her service she'll glower and bat at my hand with an adorably fluffy paw. When she wants breakfast (seven sharp!), she'll jump on my bed and hop circles on my feet until I feed her. And nothing makes her madder than a fresh litter box, oh boy. Worked all night to get that thing in order, hay bits over here, poopies over there, newspapers shredded just so, and then I have the nerve to dump it out and make her start over... every day! If she's sitting under the desk when I return the litter box she'll shove it back out at me, disgusted. Sometimes I push it back just to get her goat, and oo doggie does that get her grumbling. There's a website called "Disapproving Rabbits" on which this girl has a future. Here's a pic of a bun with a face much like Harriet's disgusted with humans face.

Bunny farts smell like cucumbers

In case any hot dudes are reading this, here's is an excellent summary of my marriageable skills. A preview of the potential amazingness:

A. I am so good at nagging! So good. I'm kinda like a personal nagging assistant. (Areas of expertise: have you eaten your protein today? did you call your mother? did you put away your dishes?)

B. I'm nearly totally socially uninhibited! Give me a couple of beers and every personal detail will become public knowledge! In fact, sometimes this doesn't require beers. The benefit? Everyone will know how awesome you are in bed (or that your ears are smelly, and you talk about waffles in your sleep...)

C. I give fantastic lectures on important life issues like dog food, prostate health, and pus content in American milk. If you spend enough time with me, you can hear these lectures over and over as I inform everyone I meet, and you can revel in the subtle variations.

D. I do great rants, especially when caffeinated. Here's a sample: I hate how some profs get shamelessly nonobjective when grading papers. arbitrary! illogical! harumph! They tell you that attendance will not effect your grade, and so you're like, "well super, now I can skip these horribly organized, waste-of time lectures, and sleep in an extra two hours." But then, oh the reckoning! They give you a crappy grade on a fantabulous paper! Sometimes college makes me want to vomit. Damnit, I only like to suck up to nice people. Argh!

I heart Environmental Enrichment

Walking, dazed
past cage and cage and cage
each contained an emotion
fear, depression and rage

each unique
one aggressive, the next is meek
a thousand lives locked away
with futures bleak

in stainless steel
a world surreal
no friend to touch
or sun to feel

entire lives kept complete
in 4.3 square feet
from birth through life
till last heartbeat.

- written by a lab tech at a primate research facility

If I was gonna get a tattoo...

Where is my Time Machine?!

Senioritis is an agonizing phenomenon. Well, technically I have Early-Grad-Junior-itis. Equally painful, I assure you. Just when you really need to tuck in for finals, the sun comes out and you want nothing more than to grab the social orgy that is college and cling to it with every graduating breath.

Oh, my boy bun has officially been named Phil (Phillip if he's naughty). I'll probably keep calling him BooBoo, but at least I won't have to introduce him as such (humiliating, poor whittle poopsie). I would post more pictures of their rabbity cuteness, but my camera is dead as a hamburger. Also, the buns are often too inappropriate for documentation. Honestly, I don't even want to know what they do when I'm not in the room. On the other hand, bunny foreplay is very romantic, with lots of nuzzling, ear licking, and what looks like chin-administered back massages.

I'm attempting to complete one of those really painful, sum - up - everything - you - learned - in - this - horrible - class - type papers. kill me now? As you can see, I'm taking a "break." Honestly, it probably looks more like I'm taking breaks from everything else to write the paper. But I have to keep my tea mug filled! And snacks are very important. And I really ought to vacuum, again. I love vacuuming! Few things are as satisfying as vacuuming (among the few: cutting doggie toenails, mucking stalls, and lighting Prof Walter on fire -- mmmmm, yes, that knee-length sweater looks much better in little-charred-flakes form.) oop, better take a pee break (lots of tea).

Oh, my hint of sickness has turned into a bacterial party in my lungs. I didn't work out for 3 days to give it a chance to recover, and this is how my body repays me! Ridiculous! I'm tempted to do intervals just to punish it. By the way Mr. disease-ridden person who gave this to me, I know who you are, and this is coming out of your brownie-points account!

PS - Thank you God of Flora for the coffee bean!

BunTastic!

It's the week birthday of my rabbit ownership career. What fantastic pets! Supposedly buns are stinky, but these dudes smell great. (they pretty much smell like hay). The white speckly one is Harriet (after James), and she's the lady, the alpha, and the big one. Her husbun is as yet unnamed (considering Phil, Edwin...). He's an American Sable and she's a Rhinelander, both fur breeds. such a lovely couple. they cuddle all the time, and it's usually adorable but sometimes gets a little R rated. They're both fixed, so I'll be sticking with two, thank god.