InsaneJournal

Current mood:

crushed

Okay, since getting a facebook account, I'm really lousy at updating anything else. I don't know why. Larger audience, maybe? Sorry, anyone who still relies on this journal to keep in contact with me.

Since Father's Day...went to Portland, saw a freakin' great concert. Christian Kane (Lindsey from Angel, Eliot from Leverage) and his band were performing at a bar across the street from Chinatown. He was hungover and the bar was half-full of fangirls, but it was fun. I had this pink thing that the tab listed as a Stoli raspberry. Whatever it was, it was good. We stayed at the beautiful Embassy Suites two blocks away. Came back home and have been playing Animal Crossing (Wild World and City Folk), waiting for the conclusion of Harper's Island. And what a conclusion it was. No spoilers, just saying that the curse was broken- my favourite character didn't die.

Next weekend is Summerstar, my annual camping trip, so this week will be the annual car cleaning frenzy. I need to get my rearview mirror reattatched, clean the small amount of trash from the backseat, check the fluid levels, download a copy of "All American Boy" and wash my car. Tuesday, we're planning the weekend meals, so I guess Monday will be the packing list day. Thursday, we load everything in the cars. Friday morning, we head out.

It seems like I'm super busy, but that's really only the summer months. Usually, I just sit around playing video games. After Summerstar, I'll be hitting jobsites again, and maybe this time someone will hire me. I'd like a steady part time job so I can help pay off my car.

I think my cat is gone for good. A bit of history here: I've had three cats. My first was a wonderful, irreplacable boy named Sterling. He was a beautiful silver tabby who joined our family when I was in sixth grade. He stayed with us through two moves before disappearing into the greenbelt behind our house...ten years later? My next boy was Kaneda, a brown tabby that vanished at least a year and a half ago. He was adorable, always sticking out his tongue. In between the boys, I got a girl. Her name was Jenneth. She was dark grey with light yellow splotching, almost tortoise-shell. She had wide yellow eyes and always looked scared. I haven't seen her since before we went to Portland.

I think she's not coming back.