I'm such a slacker..

Okay, so my life has been CAR-AZY busy lately. It wasn't this busy when I had three jobs, an internship, and was getting my Master's degree. (Why did I do that? That's a sign of illness, really.it.is.) But, because of said busyness, I am sitting at home on my lazy hoohah while Mr. GoingApe is at church. I felt guilty for a moment, avoiding the two most important people in my life: Kevin and God. But, that moment passed and I'm thoroughly enjoying being in my pajamas at noon with morning breath, body odor, and a messy apartment.

I even read a trashy novel. I really hate what Jennifer Apodaca's horribly popular books have to say about life, women, men, and oh just about everything else. But I READ THEM ANYWAY! Something inside of me really wants to be a blonde bombshell with silicone (or are they saline?) boobs that only thinks about sex and solving really poorly written murder mysteries. (Every woman reading this just cringed and now hates me and every man just smiled, not so secretly) I don't know if society put it there, or maybe the gender biased Southern upbringing I had caused it. But...I DON'T CARE. So, I will continue to (not so secretly, I guess) read her trashy poorly written novels. But I will only buy them secondhand or check them out from the library...I will not buy them new and support this whore writer propogating misideals about women and men to another generation(What? I'm not that shallow!).


Okay, Off I go to shave my legs.

Some things never, ever change...

Pigpen Wishy-Washy: 65%, Mental: 78%, Physical: 65%

Perhaps the most aptly named character, Pigpen is shrouded in a permanent cloud of dust and dirt. It's not his fault, he just attracts the stuff and ends up contaminating everyone nearby. There's plenty of guilty pleasure in getting yourself covered in mud, though.

Link: The Peanuts Character Test written by timberlineridge on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Kitty Cats

Ninjanun got me thinking about my kitties. Here they are, in all their expensive glory.

Pippin lays claim to yet another box. "I am king of my castle," he roars!

Pippin asleep on my feet. His sweet looks are deceptive.

Oogie strikes a pose.

Evidently, it's her only pose.

Sigh...

Right now, in this moment, I desperately want to quit graduate school. I hear this is the reaction of nearly every student that graduates from the Master's program and comes into the Psy.D. program who is intent completing the degree in 4 years rather than the customary 5 years. Oh, I know I won't. I know it would take several more moments of desperation for me to give up. But today, on less than 5 hours of sleep and a weekend full of non-fun things to do, I want to go back to bed and say "Fuck You" to everyone.

But, instead, I'll go brush my teeth and put on some semblance of clothing. I'll go to my fucking research meeting, and then my group for ethics will come to our apartment, then I'll make a phone call for my grad admissions job to some grad school hopeful. Then I'll finish this damn psych eval for a client. Then I'll grade midterms and reaction papers. Then I'll go to bed, wake up Saturday, have brunch with friends, and finish the above tasks and do more homework. Then I'll go to bed, wake up, go to church, and come home and finish whatever isn't done. And probably waste time being a whiny baby on this blog.

Yesterday I was in financial aid, and the nice administrative assistant said, "You're right, you shouldn't have a hold on your account for an exit interview. It says here your expected graduation date is two thousand and TEN!" I about passed out. 2010...2010...That seems SO far away....

All's not fair..evidently

Yeah, I had hijacked Kevin's blog (http://waspjerky.blogspot.com) to post this, but he deleted it. So I'll post it here. Guess you don't share EVERYTHING in marriage. (Unless you're the McCarty's.)