I am on my final day (now night) of my winter break. Dear GOD I do not want to go back to school yet. I am a freshman at UCSD and it's nice and all, but if I go back, I have to be responsible again. Ew. I want to pig out on yummy home-food, stay up late and sleep in (at school I only do the former), and most of all, be lazy and play with kitties.
I have two ADORABLE Siamese cats named Edward and Genevieve. They are wonderful and every day I am away from them I want to cry. I am a cat person (duh) but I don't dislike dogs. While I more-often-than-not find cats cuter, I do appreciate adorable dogs....but KITTEHS. And mine are pretty great. Edward (or Fatward as we like to call him) is 17lbs, and for those unfamiliar with cats or the archaic measuring system Americans use (thanks Ford) 17lbs is extremely heavy for a Siamese cat. He is needy, talkative, and my own little stalker. I cannot go into a room without him following me, and I love it. Genevieve (like the dog in Madeleine) is my other Siamese that we got two weeks before I went to college. Rip-off right? Totally. Her proper French pronunciation is Sh-e-on-ve-ev (Gene-on-veve?) fancy. And by the way, Madeleine's correct pronunciation is Mad-len. I know, because Mad-a-len (=Madeleine) is my middle name, and that show, although I loved it, causes ridicule to this day. A name like allergy medicine and a middle name is a mispronounced cartoon, oh what a life. But I digress. I call my female cat Evee (yes like the Pokemon), and that is simple enough for everyone. She is tiny and correctly proportioned, unlike Ed. She also loves to torment my poor Fatward, and sometimes it's cute, sometimes it's cruel, but I love her all the same. Now my stupid "education" is taking me away from these adorable fur-monsters for ten weeks. Bastards!
I really don't understand how I can be properly educated without furry cuteness.
Friday, January 4, 2013
What Does It All Mean?
A few months ago, my friend was feeling very depressed because of a break-up. It was her longest and most serious relationship, so it was expected that she would be sad. She had a diary, and she read this entry which was a list of why he hasn't texted her since the break-up. It was pretty funny, and since I know it helps her sort out her emotions through writing, I told her to create a blog. She listened to me, and now she writes it now and again.
That brings me to my URL. She is Australian. And she is sad. So I told her to name it "Feeling Down Under." Brilliant, I know. But does she listen? Obviously not. She instead names it "My Squire Made Me Do It." 'Squire' being our mutual friend/her roommate. And I'm like "What? NO. 1) "Feeling Down Under" is amazing, why would you deny that? and 2) Your 'squire' did not make you do it, *I* made you do it. The fuck?"
Now, I named this blog "Not Since the Accident" because of some tumblr post I saw. I don't frequent the website, although I see it in the foreseeable future. It was just funny: "I feel you can finish any sentence with 'not since the accident.'" So there. Not as interesting as story.
So, I'm not sure why I felt the need to start a blog. I have had this want for a while to start a youtube channel, but I've been a mix of lazy and I don't want to use my poor quality web-cam. No one likes that. Not to mention I don't know how to edit for shit. But writing, yeah, people tell me I'm good at that. So, if I ever get the need to vent for whatever reason, I now have my own little corner of the internet. Will people read it? Maybe not. But who knows.
I was trying to decide if i should make a second entry after ^this one, but let's just make this one big thing. My name is Allegra, and I'm not photogenic. Not that I think I'm ugly or anything, I may even borderline on narcissistic, but I just think I can't take good photos to save my life. So the photo you see (at the time I am writing this) is from when I was 15. I am currently 18. But not much has changed I think, I still have the same hair style, it's only changed once or twice since, but yeah. I wear generally the same clothes, same weight, same amount of acne (if not more), and I've gotten a smidgen taller.
The purpose of this blog is.......I dunno? To find a purpose for this blog? I know some things I'd like to write about, and if I knew how to draw I'd exploit the crap out of that, but I don't, so I'm going to try and find funny pictures. But who knows. I guess I'll start out with describing me, then go from there. (A teenage girl blogging about herself SHOCKING NEW DEVELOPMENT ON THE INTERNET TODAY). But I digress.
Nice to meet you
That brings me to my URL. She is Australian. And she is sad. So I told her to name it "Feeling Down Under." Brilliant, I know. But does she listen? Obviously not. She instead names it "My Squire Made Me Do It." 'Squire' being our mutual friend/her roommate. And I'm like "What? NO. 1) "Feeling Down Under" is amazing, why would you deny that? and 2) Your 'squire' did not make you do it, *I* made you do it. The fuck?"
Now, I named this blog "Not Since the Accident" because of some tumblr post I saw. I don't frequent the website, although I see it in the foreseeable future. It was just funny: "I feel you can finish any sentence with 'not since the accident.'" So there. Not as interesting as story.
So, I'm not sure why I felt the need to start a blog. I have had this want for a while to start a youtube channel, but I've been a mix of lazy and I don't want to use my poor quality web-cam. No one likes that. Not to mention I don't know how to edit for shit. But writing, yeah, people tell me I'm good at that. So, if I ever get the need to vent for whatever reason, I now have my own little corner of the internet. Will people read it? Maybe not. But who knows.
I was trying to decide if i should make a second entry after ^this one, but let's just make this one big thing. My name is Allegra, and I'm not photogenic. Not that I think I'm ugly or anything, I may even borderline on narcissistic, but I just think I can't take good photos to save my life. So the photo you see (at the time I am writing this) is from when I was 15. I am currently 18. But not much has changed I think, I still have the same hair style, it's only changed once or twice since, but yeah. I wear generally the same clothes, same weight, same amount of acne (if not more), and I've gotten a smidgen taller.
The purpose of this blog is.......I dunno? To find a purpose for this blog? I know some things I'd like to write about, and if I knew how to draw I'd exploit the crap out of that, but I don't, so I'm going to try and find funny pictures. But who knows. I guess I'll start out with describing me, then go from there. (A teenage girl blogging about herself SHOCKING NEW DEVELOPMENT ON THE INTERNET TODAY). But I digress.
Nice to meet you
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