Monday, June 28, 2004

Maybe next year

Okay, so realistically, we can't afford to get a dog right now. At least, not the one that I want. But maybe next year we can revisit this again. Until then, I'll be whining, weeping and pining everytime I see a cute puppy.

In other news, we are getting ready to move. Packing all our stuff, we realized that we have so much crap. So much. A yard sale or a massive music sale is in order.

Friday, June 25, 2004

Dogs, again.

This weekend we're going to see a whippet breeder. We're going to meet and talk with the breeders to see if a whippet is right for us. And if the stars are aligned, maybe we'll end up with one later this year. The thing is, is that I already know that a whippet is right for me, but Leon doesn't know if it's right for him. His dog vision is a rough and tumble, extreme hiking dog. Mine is a wimpy dog that I can baby and still take on hikes. Isn't hiking just taking a walk outside anyway? I can't remember, of the last 5 times I've gone hiking, rolling down hills, climbing rocks or scaling mountains. Definitely nothing a little whippet in boots can't handle.

Friday, June 18, 2004

zzzz.

I am so tired. So. Tired.

Band practice went a little late last night. We have a lot of work to do before we go on tour. I have to learn a bunch of covers, which is easy, I just need someone to give me the chords. Tour. I'm so excited about going, but so stressed out about money. I am trying to save a little dough to pay back my plane ticket, as well as some money for food and hello....H&M shopping spree.



Tuesday, June 15, 2004

I lack that gene.

My friend makes art. When a tiny figurine fell and busted into a jillion pieces, she collected them and made a tragic diorama out of it. I just thought that was so clever. Something like that would not occur to me because I lack that gene or whatever part of a person that takes the lemons and makes tragic lemonade dioramas.

I can think of one time that my roomate's dog somehow chewed the eyes out of a toy mouse of my cat's. The end product was a hollow, matted mass of fur. I put it on the fridge just because it looked so creepy.