Well, I'd better not let the computer screen seduce me into sitting in a stupor today; I have too much to do.
Newman, Missy and Peep are being krazy kats today. But they listen to me more than they used to, especially Peep. I named her that because she made these funny little sounds when she was a kitten, not a meow exactly. Kinda like a vehement "Eah!" sometimes sticking her tongue out. So cute. Sometimes she would converse with me. I'd say, "How are you doing, Peep?" "Eah!" "Is that so, Peep?" "Eah!" "What are you going to do about that, Peep?" "Eah!"
I have a cuckoo clock that was a present from my Oma to my father. It's got those long chains to wind it up, with metal rings on the end. When the kittens were very, very small, about five weeks old or so, I heard some piteous crying and I looked and saw Missy hanging by her canines, which she'd gotten stuck in one of the rings. Poor thing. She was always getting into something. She was the one who fell into the toilet. But she only did it once.
I saw Sin City the other night. A guy I knew from a past class was in the ticket booth, which was kinda funny. What can I say about the movie? It was alright. Ooh, that is so descriptive. I enjoyed it but it left me unmoved. No regrets seeing it. You know. Jessica Alba gyrates very nicely in slo-mo. Rosario Dawson has, like, the most perfect complexion ever. I agree with one critic who said that Brittany Murphy is gawd-awful. Funny how all the male characters, with the exception of Clive Owen, spoke in a gruff, hoarse voice. I guess that's how comic-book guys talk.
Yesterday my watercolor teacher didn't like the assignment I'd turned in and told me to do it again. I was pissed.
My glasses are in, yay.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 12:34 PM
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