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Today:
I am very cold.
I slept in till 11:30 this morning. Daniel cam home for about half an hour at 10:30. I went to school an hour and a half earlier then I should have. I have all my books.
All our classes are downstairs now. We met our new teacher for this term and got a feel for what the job search course is going to be like, then we went to the computer room and Sylvia briefly discussed what Access is going to be like. We'll be seeing Wendy tomorrow. I've got my marks back and I did fairly well, only two 85, which I'm disapointed in, but I cannot complain, and I will not.
I have Tim Horton's English toffee flavoured cappuccino, (that we bought at the grocery store)the mug isn't the biggest so I might go back for another cup after. I'm trying to download Robots, but it doesn't seem to want to cooperate. So now I'm tryong to download Fever Pitch.
I don't have any money on me, otherwise when Daniel got home from work I would have suggested that we walk up to Tim Horton's for a donut and some cafe mochas.
So chilly...
and a day
Last night:
The bear went over the mountain.... [26 Apr 2005|12:43am]
[ mood | bored ]
I'm really bored. Classes start up again tomorrow afternoon. We also get our marks back.
Last night was superb. I made spaghetti, JR helped with the sauce. Sarah made honey garlice beef and a chicken noodly thing that had peppers and onion and garlic in it. Jennifer and JR bought a chicken at the store and a cake. We ate much cake and it was good. Then we all watched House of Flying Daggers. Which was visually lovely if not at times, "Oh come on!"
I think I didn't set the alarm right and it didn't go off, making Daniel late for school. I felt so bad. Then I went back to sleep and at 11:30 there is a knock at the door, it's Ashley! She's come to visit briefly while waiting to go see about her apartment. We had tea, it was nice.
I managed to do two loads of laundry. But I didn't fold anything.
I had a 10:something bath.
Proof that my cat is both psychotic and cute:
Last week sometime I heard a noise, so I go out into the living room and there is my cat looking at me guilty, then I see that there is water everywhere and his front paws are wet. Daniell has left the top off the fishtank by accident. I find the poor unfortunate goldfish, pick the dirt off him, he's still alive so I put him back in the tank. I end up laughing at the cat instead of punishing him.
Last week when I was doing laundry I hear another noise, so I go out intot he kitchen to see if Joseph has knocked anything down. I don't see him so ok, whatever. I turn the water and he shoots out of the washer soaking wet. I grab a towel to dry him off and he's just looking at me like I hate you so much right now, you did that on purpose.
Proof that my cat is just psychotic:
The other day Daniel and I went out, so we were gone all evening. When we came back, everything seemed fine. We went to bed and started to hear this squeaking. The cat has one of the baby rats up by the neck in our room! He had been out all evening and had managed to not get caught by the cat until now. Savage, savage cat. The tube connecting the two cages together had been knocked off and he was the only one that bothered to leave. Today I had the same little rat up in my hands and I showed him to Joseph and Joseph being all cat like bites the rat rather hard on the back of the neck. I was furious and I'm still grrr about it. But he's my cat and I love him and I understand that it's his nature, even though I would rather if he not attack the little rats.
And that's my stories for today.
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