i'm what you'd call a crazy cat person, maybe. i love my kittens. i have three, not counting our older cat mimi, who believes that the kittens came from me, and hates me for their existance. there's caesar, who's a lovely shade of white with a spot of gray like old man hair on his head, with big, sad yellow eyes and a pleading meow. there's milo, who's orange and the runt of the litter where i got him; he has a small deformed spot in his chest, a dent, you might call it. and then there's oliver, who is not my cat as much as my child -- i LOVE this little guy. he's dark marbled gray and black with amber eyes and a plantive mew. i think he's Imperiused me, to be honest. one little mew and i do his bidding.
[hurrr harry potter nerd.]
i'm often found curled up reading a book with oliver on my belly, purring and kneading. he's like part of my body, much like my trombone. silly boy.
they are all about six months old or so, so almost full grown but still in the mindset of being a kitten.
right now i should be:
doing my math homework.
going over my sources for my essay on huck finn.
reading huck finn, which i should have finished by tomorrow, but which i am only a little ways into. whoops
right now i am:
procrastinating.
thinking about a way to lose all this post-marching-season
listening to Without You from the rent soundtrack. i heard a marching band playing this song at the Carolina Crown Band Beat, when i was with chris. that day was amazing. i have fingernail shaped scars in my knees from my first encounter with a college band. i think i had a religious epiphany that day.
schools i am thinking of applying to:
UNC charlotte
UNC pembroke
western carolina, but solely for the band. can i try out for the band before comitting to a school? i really don't like the mountains.
it's cold. i hate winter. winter comes just in time for marching season to end, which causes me to stay inside and get fat. :/ and we can't afford to go work out anymore inside where it's warm, so really all i can do is sit inside where it's still kinda cold, and do crutches until i pass out [which is a good feeling and i miss being exhausted. is it marching season again yet?]
