I give you: The Cats

A Formal Critique of Nick Jonas's Album Preview

nick jonas. ok - he's younger than me - jailbait. i must've called him jailbait a thousand times. but i now know (after a billion inner arguments) why EXACTLY this is. he's like me - an older soul. haha. i wish. but really! he is SO young, but he can write music like a mofo!. how does he KNOW what he's talking about? he knows what it takes to tell it how it is. just the right amount of passion and conviction. he knows his limit and still lets it all out at the same time. he's...*ahem*.


Whoa. I Just Took It There.


I think..

I need to talk about something else. Because I am embarrassed. (Notice that now I'm going to formalize this?) (That's how embarrassed I am.)

Um...


Cheesecake!


I don't know where I was going with that.


Ok...Now I think I should present the pictures I promise.

Ok, ok

I planned on updating daily, but I got tired, ok? Sheese...quit giving me a hard time! Anyway - today's discussion lies with dreams, the recent tornado watch, and overall paranoia. ALSO! Caska, Bobcat, and Jessa give an account of the weather last night.

Recently I've been having loads* of nightmares. While there is no specific theme, I have noticed that most of them deal with survival, being lonely, and especially fear. Could this have something to do with the blogs, books, and the recent crazy weather I have been absorbed by? Most likely, yes. Will I discontinue said absorption? Probably not.

It's just that it interests me so. Since forever ago I have been, well, not "obsessed," but VERY interested in survival lore. Am I ready for a catastrophe? No - by all means, no. BUT - I do have information about survival ready, and had I the money I would definitely have survival gear ready to jam. So am I paranoid?

No way! But do I walk around with my keys out, size up buildings for raptor**/zombie attacks, visualize*** escape from would-be criminals, and see weapons in any form wherever I'm at? Heck yes, dude! Don't you? Well, you should.

Ugh, I wanted to continue talk of paranoia, but the cats are tired of me and want to talk about the weather. Well, Bobcat is more excited than any of them, really.

[By the by, you should become familiar with this website - (great zombie comic by a friend of mine) http://allmannerofbad.com/]

*notice my Harry Potter voice?
**as a former dinosaur, I know how those creeps roll
***and practice! practice is key!

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And now, the account of the cats.

Bobcat: It. Was. Scary.
Caska: Yeah, it was loud and definitely not what we're used to, but I wasn't too scared.
Jessa: Actually it was rather calming for me, aside from the thunder.
Bobcat: I had to sleep by Caska. I kept dreaming of water. Lots and lots of water (which is beyond scary).
Caska: Well, yeah...that's what it was, dummy - water!
Bobcat: Yeah, but it was on the OTHER side of the window. Things that are on the other side of the window can't get you. But in my dream it was on THIS side of the window (points at floor).
Caska: Well, yeah, I guess that is scary.
Jessa: If you ask me, this side of the window ain't exactly peachy, either. Humans are loud, obnoxious, and probably mean.
Bobcat: What's an ub-nocks-yus, Jessa?
Jessa: Ugh! Go away. I'm done with this interview.
Bobcat: Caska, what's an ub-nocks-yus?
Caska: "Obnoxious" means annoying or offensive, Bobcat.
Bobcat: Obnox-us. Obnox-us. Annoying. Obnox-us. Annoying. WAIT! Humans aren't mean! Are they, Caska?
Caska: No, Bobcat. At least ours aren't. Jessa has probably not known the best ones.
Bobcat: What ones has she known?
Caska: I'm not really sure.
Bobcat:*Gasp*
Jessa and Caska: What?
Bobcat: She left that circle thing out!
Jessa: You mean the hairtie?

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The rest of the interview consisted of Bobcat playing with the hairtie, Caska waiting to play with it later, and Jessa going to sleep again. Tomorrow I'll post pictures of each of them.

Just Great

As charmed as I am for my sister's upcoming wedding, I'm not looking forward to looking for a dress to wear. I'm broke and generally don't like to shop for clothes for myself.

Now I know the question that is bugging you at this point is: So what kind of dresses look good on former dinosaurs?

ANSWER: Halter tops



Have I found said halter top? No. No, I haven't.

Being without a job sucks. Hard. Sigh.

Oh! Here's a drawing of the sock I wore today.


Dude, I really need to invest in time to learn graphic stuff. Haha...Erp.

Yo, kid! Cut it out!

I need a good book to read. The last book I read was Wuthering Heights. I discovered upon reading it that there are several classic books I haven't read. This kind of irks me. Here I am, in my 20's (haha...barely) and yet I have not read some of the literature that has made modern writing what it is today. There would be nothing if it wasn't for the classics. Seriously, though: think about it.

Society (myself included) keeps getting lazier and lazier with both written and spoken word. Pretty soon we won't even need the post office or books or libraries or...paper. Paper? Ugh! Now don't even get me started on how wonderful paper is. I know that it's more eco-friendly to use less paper, but do we really need to get rid of it altogether? Everything these days is digital - heck (can I say hell?) even this writing is online. I'm ashamed to tell you that I do not really recall what my handwriting looks like. That, my friends, is disgusting.

Years ago people put so much stake into their writing. So much so that even their handwriting was primped and practiced. If one wanted to be heard they needed to be careful about not only their words, but the appearance and effort of it as well. Care and effort. What happened to it all?

On to other news:
Today I drew a picture of broccoli.
It looks horrible.

F-U Technology

Sometime between my last post early this morning and mid-morning, a virus landed itself on my computer. My boyfriend, the tech-fiend he is, told me that the virus is, "a bad one." Yes, that is the extent of the technical terms I know and was sufficient enough for me to know that I won't be able to use it until it is fixed. For now I'm using my tiny laptop to post blogs, check my Farmville, and what have you.

Because of this whole situation, I have decided that humanity needs to go back to the basics again. What ever happened to good ole' butter-churning, helping your fellow neighbor rebuild their home, or ...wait a second. Why are all the things I'm thinking of coming from images of Farmville? Dude. I guess it's just me that needs to go back to basics. Or maybe I just need to figure out this technology. Sigh...

Well, I'm hungry. So...see ya later? Yeah. See ya later.

A New Hope...A New Beginning...A New...Uh...Blog

It's 3 am and I have decided to create a blog.

I have a new found love for designing stuff. Though I am extremely new to graphic design, I want to expand my knowledge base and one day do it for a living. Of course these days everyone and their cat have a dream to do graphic design, but I figure that I could be swell at it with the right teaching.

(By the way, my cat, Caska also peddles with design - and she's good.)



Meanwhile, I just graduated from ASU and am living on hopes and dreams (+ my boyfriend's paycheck). I'm spending my time going over my resume for the bazillionth time, avoiding exercise, and getting upset with Caska for being too furry.

I'm always up for a popsicle (red ones, please), playing Rock Band, and dinosaur talk. So...if you're up for any of those - contact me.