It's like the little demon on one shoulder and the angel on the other--only for some of us, it is all-encompassing. It is the ghost that prods us to go on nattering about things that have nothing to do with anything that no one else probably cares about. So here is My New Contribution to Caedes Life: A Thread for Those of Us Who Cannot Shut Up. This is where you can ramble about whatever's on your mind. Go off on tangents all you want because YOU CAN'T HIJACK A THREAD THAT NEVER "*~HAD~*" A DIRECTION.

Funny, serious, whatever. We could end up discovering meaningful truths of the universe or laugh our various highly-caffeinated beverages out of our noses because it's so stupid.

Or it could just be an empty thread with no posts because it's a dumb idea and I'm too stupid to live.

Take your pick.
Ah, just write something.

I'm sick of school. I'm sick of everything associated with school. I'm sick of papers. I'm sick of presentations. I'm sick of projects. I'm sick of tests. I'm sick of labs. I'm sick of dissecting the same cat for 3 months, and I'm sick of it getting moldy.
Despite all this... here I sit... fulfilling the goals of college life. Writing papers. Preparing presentations. Working on projects. Studying for tests. Studying for the lab practical I have tomorrow where I have to identify all the digestive organs, respiratory organs, urogenital organs, blood vessels, parts of the heart, parts of the brain, parts of the eyeball.... on the moldy, disgusting, horrible mangled mess that used to be a living, breathing adorable kitty cat.

Yeah, good idea Elizabeth. I felt like ranting to people but I knew no one would wanna hear it ;-)

I wish I could just plop down and play video games for the rest of my life. I'm addicted to Super Mario Kart Double Dash right now.

Here's to Christmas Break, coming up shortly!! *raises mug of coffee in a toast*

I'm glad someone liked my Idea!!! And anyway, Beth, I love listening to people just as much as I like talking. Which is a lot. Which you can tell if you've visited any thread I've posted on. Write a lot. Write until your fingers fall off. I love every world of it.

You reeeeaaaaaaaaally dissected a kitty? Oh . . . I could care less about animals in general let the flea-ridden pests rot for all I care but I loooooove kitties . . . and moldy? Aren't you supposed to use some chemical to keep that from happening? Are you in vet school? If you are take good care of the kitties.

I hate school too. At least right now. There are times that I love learning but especially as the classes drag on I get so burnt out and I don't care anymore. At least by now classes are only a semester and not a whole year. Those killed me. I don't wanna study anything at all. I'm tired of worrying about if I'm going to break a C average because I keep flunking chem tests and my college is only paid for if I keep my grades that high. Ah, man, why'd I have to take chemistry?!?!?!
And it doesn't help that recently I've been constantly wiped out. I think I'm bipolar and I'm in a manic episode right now and I can't sleep through the night which is weird for me I can usually sleep for twenty-four hours straight (or more) and am a heavy sleeper. But I recently haven't been able to stay asleep even though I can get to sleep and I don't feel like I can concentrate on reading so it's a good thing that when we got the last tv we didn't have a place for the one we were replacing (we just wanted a bigger one for the theatre system than we will be eating out of a can for months to pay for but my family is obsessed w/LOTR books and movies and we want the Ultimate Experience so we're willing to make the sacrifice) so it went into "storage" into my room and I hooked up the ol' 64 to it to play when I can't get back to sleep. my mother doesn't know . . . wonder if she'd have a cow. Oh well. as long as I sleep at some point. and if I can't sleep anyway she can't say much can she. but I've been playing Ocarina of Time again which anyone who's been to the video games thread lately knows very well. I finally beat the Water Temple. You know, this time through so far I've never been killed by a boss. I never even needed a fairy for one. Only for Dark Link (I named my file Aliryn 'cause it's a name I made up and I like it so for me it's "Dark Aliryn" . . . haha). And he's all that could kill me. He's kind of realistic too in that I noticed that after I hit him a few times with Din's Fire it was easier to hit him with my sword. The more hurt he was the easier it was to hurt him. Zelda creators are so thorough!!! I love Zelda games. the SNES version--I've never beat it, but . . . it seems so Expansive . . . there are so many things . . . the poor technology drives me nuts, though.

okay my fingers are cold and I should eat my lunch before chem class (oh yay I'm really looking forward to that. but I'd feel guilty if I skipped, and I need all the help I can get.).

Yeah, I dissected a kitty :-( We've been doing it for three months, which is why it got moldy despite all the formaldehyde. I'm a biology major in college right now, in my last year. I want to go to medical school or something. I haven't really decided yet.

I'm currently taking a break from writing 2 papers, or else I'd be all over the gamecube right now. My roommate's boyfriend came over this weekend and brought Super Mario Kart Double Dash, which apparently is a newer version of the original super mario kart... and so I got addicted to it this weekend, and when he left he took it away!!! Wahhh. So guess what this chica is requesting for Christmas!

Anyway, I've just about exceeded my 20-minute-break, so I'm gonna see if there are any other threads that I should post in, and if not... well... I guess I'll have to find some other excuse not to get back to work. Pleh.

I know what you mean. I just found out I have three essays and another paper due in two days . . . but I'm avoiding it.

I recently made this post in the acronym game:

Iridescent Nothings CORUSCATE Among Noble Desires that Evanesce [and] Sparkle [with] Creamy Entities [and] Nebulous Things

coruscate (verb): To give forth flashes of light; to sparkle; glitter; scintillate.
[on a side note, in case you're wondering why the word "coruscate" is similar to the name of the Star Wars world Coruscant is that the name of the planet was purposely derived from the word. but my guess is very few care so I will post my findings and comments in my "loquacious ghost" thread for any who do. and now, back to what this thread was for . . .]

so here's where I was going. There is a fictional precious stone in the SW universe that is called a "corusca" gem for its . . . drumroll . . . coruscating properties. Somewhere in the distant past the inhabitants of the SW universe came to know the planet by the name "Coruscant" for a very simple reason. Coruscant was built over completely with layers upon layers. From space, the night side predictably appears to coruscate, as can be seen in Episodes I&II (and soon III !!!!!!!). I think it's fascinating and clever. I'm not sure, but I think that the person who came up with this planet first was the first official SW author, Timothy Zahn, who has a distinct penchant and amusement for wordplays. I once started looking up the names for some of the characters he made up. I was first astonished, and then impressed AND amused. Hehe. He also uses one of his original characters, Talon Karrde, as an outlet for his penchant--he characterizes the smuggler chief as a cultured kind of criminal with a fondness for 'cute' wordplay and a perpetual sardonic smile.

I hate studying and I hate school. I don't care very much about learning anything about biology although it helps in case you come across something later in life where you need it for example: I am walking in the woods and I smell something funny, I need to have my brain register what the smell is so that i don't start a fire or make a chemical blow up. I mean you never know what you will run into. See those sentences were the lil guys on my shoulder talking to each other. I am sure you could tell who won, right? That was so very weird. Once you get them started they won't quit. You probably think i'm weird, but you know me liz so you know I ain't that weird. See ya.

No, but a little weirdness never hurt anyone. See my post in "I am not..." ; )
Don't say school. Don't stay studying. Don't mention science. Oh, no, now I can't stop it--
I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry.
I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry.
I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry.
I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry. I hate chemistry.
Thank you for allowing me to indulge in that little impulse.

Now that you mention it, I love chemistry. It's a marvel in itself. They never teach you the really cool chemistry in class. Man I just love burning things and dissolving stuff in acid and all kinds of stupid stuff that the chemists all do when we get bored at the lab. Whoo, its a blast when you light ethanol on fire with a blow torch. Especially when you do it in a bottle-necked container. Can you say jet engine effect? Then there was a time when a partner of mine was mixing a concoction of gunpowder and used potassium as the oxidizer. Anyways long story short a friction spark set off the jus powder and the flame licked the ceiling. The next day my partner came back with a hand that was bandaged with about 3 cm of gauze. He took it off for all of us too see it the next day and there was a second to third degree burn on his hand filled with puss the size of a grapefruit. It didn't take long for that thing to pop though. That's one of the memories I shall savor forever. Even today when we were test the boiling points of certain liquids the vapors of the liquid came aflame and dropped on m lab notes. About 13 hand written pages of notes went up in flames in about 3 minutes. It was quite a rush when it happened. We had to get the dry fire extinguishers because water just wasn't putting it out. We managed to save a couple page of my notes, but ill probably have to do it again anyways. Did I mention that everybody likes to play pranks on everyone? A couple times we would steal sandwiches out of the fridge and replace the mustard with miscellaneous other similarly colored chemicals. It was really funny the faces some people make when they bite into their sandwiches. Don’t worry we don’t ever use highly poisonous chemicals. We have at least some respect for human life there. We’re not kindergartners. Oh, and one time I made the mistake of tell some of my lab mates that I spoke some German. Them being Germans themselves after that point they spoke nothing but German for about a month. Ill never make that mistake again. Ok I'm done. That was way fun, I wonder why no one ever thought of this before.

Because I'm a genius, that's why!!! ok, ok, jk. A puss-filled burn bubble the size of a grapefruit? In a sort of morbid-fascination sort of way I'd like to have seen that. And stuff like you're doing sounds like absolute tons of fun, but . . . my class has no lab work or experimentations. It's just lecture. And we have to learn about things like how to discover what one of the elements was in the reaction if they give you the others and what you came up with and you have to do all these little number things and the notation is something I completely don't understand. I have flunked three of four tests and if I don't do well on the final next Wednesday (at 7am!!! come on!!!) I'll have to take another class for my science requirement . . . I love science theory but all those little details they make you remember and all those numbers . . . I'm ok at math but I've become bored with it. Of course, doesn't help that I can do any kind of math up to calculus but can't do algebra . . . calc is easy. trig is easy. everything else is easy . . . except my inteptness at algebra royally screws up all of my work. So I have given up on math. But back to my chemistry class, I think I really will flunk out. Which is bad. And as said above, I don't get to stay in college w/out a C average . . . no other way to pay for it . . . man, I wish I was as interested in it as you because I could bring myself to try a lot harder. Suffering from depression as a mental illness totally screws your gpa--even if there are things you're interested enough in to do pretty well in (motivation is one of the big problems w/depression) there's always something you hate and can't stand to study very much for that brings you down. If someone would just explain these things in a simple way without all those stupid metaphors and complicated definitions--just tell me what it IS already!!! Alright, I'm tired of thinking of chemistry. I'm trying to decide whether to go to class in about an hour . . . I really really should but I really really REALLY don't want to . . . if I was capable of crying I would . . . but . . . after I reached the age of about 15 I haven't been able to . . . when I was a kid my father left home and then went and hung himself off a tree in the middle of nowhere two years later . . . and my mother has a lot of physical ailments . . . and . . . as I said, I have mental illness, too (oh look my dad was so depressed he killed himself and my mother is so depressed that she almost did kill herself about a billion times since I was in kindergarten, which is when she went to the mental hospital for awhile . . . and she's struggling all the time still . . . if that's not genetic predisposition then nothing is. I'm screwed like them . . . tried to kill myself in middle school a few times . . . but strangely my brother has no problems . . . only had to take antidepressants for a few months after our dad died and oh look he's just FINE now . . . somehow I have a hard time not being bitter about that . . . not TO him but about his extremely healthy mind . . . ) so I spent years crying all the time but I dried up or something. I've cried a few times but hardly ever. I'm going to skip chemistry. I have thoroughly depressed myself to the point that I refuse to make it any worse. Even taking the max dose of one antidepressant and close to the max of the other with the very low body weight of 112 lbs (my mother weighs quite a bit more than me because she's disabled and can't exersice[I'm skinny because being depressed makes me never hungry]), it doesn't make life easy. It helps a lot, but I still struggle all of the time. Ah, man, no one wanted to hear all that. Even a thread meant to go on and on about anything at all doesn't mean people want to hear sob stories . . . I think I'll shut up and go find someplace here or on another site to make me cheer up . . . if I can . . .
Hey, Matthew, from stuff you've said here and other places, it sounds like you're not in high school . . . college, even though you're 17? Are you just an intern? How does that work anyway? And it sounds like you don't live at home . . . very confused. Probably due to my lack of intelligence.

You guys should get ur own personal blog!

Go to www.blogger.com

Its like ur own website/diary.

Uh . . . but . . . I like it *here* . . .

Yeah this place is great. Any ways yes, I am in high school. I have an after school program where I and a few other lucky individuals get to go and be interns at a chemical facility. It's a blast. However, no I do not live with my parents. I moved out of the house to escape my parents. There was kind of a long story behind that but it all ties into the fact that my parents didn't like that fact that I was very good with chemistry and thought I might kill them. I went to a psychiatrist and she diagnosed me with something that doesn't exist. FYI my psychiatrist was a known feminist who hated men. That’s one of the reasons that I hate psychiatrists. I got a job as a sales clerk but I was quickly fired when they got a hold of my mental records. "Prone to bouts of anger, severely depressed, has problems with human interaction" And I got canned. A couple of teachers that have really kind hearts got together and told me about this chemistry program and the rest is more or less history. Anyways I’m a lot happier than I ever been in my entire life now than i was anywhere else, that includes home. Ok its time for me to quit picking at old emotional scars. So the moral of the story is nice people do exist they just hide well.

Yeah, shrinks bug me. I've had two I just didn't like. Nothing new, as I don't like most people, but I really could benefit from some counseling. But I have no interest in going to a bunch of different people trying to find a reasonable one. And who wants all that junk on your record? The stuff on your file sounds like me . . . good grief I'll have a hard enough getting a job with never having worked before, I don't need people saying, "ah, she's crazy, forget it". Umph. I might move out--but I don't want to leave my cat. She was there for emotional support during some very hard times for me and we're very close. Unfortunately there's a freshman residency requirement--home or school. No pets in the dorms. So next year I'll get roomates and bring my cat to an apartment or house. My mom and I both are often severly, severely depressed and bouncing off one another only worsens it--exponentially . . . I wish I could move out now . . .

Yeah I know how it is with cats. The only time mine bug me is when they decide to fight each other. I've got two and they absolutely hate each other. One is the mother of the other so I guess I can kind of see why they dislike each other. Well I sincerely hope you can find a way to got to school and keep your cat and maybe move out. Believe me trying to leave a pet that you've been emotionally attached to is next to impossible.

my cat couldn't take it either. she freaks out when I finally come home from school. my mother says she sits outside my bedroom door and howls. when I come home she's leaning on the door from the inside of the house, waiting for me. (she hears the garage.) and whenever I go to leave she looks at me so sad . . . she just gets so upset even if I'm in another room than her for very long at all. meow. we have three cats altogether and they don't like each other at all but they pretty much just avoid one another.

Yeah I love animals. Not to the extent of not eating them though. I can't imagine being a vegetarian. The texture of the stuff isn't exactly pleasant. If i became a vegetarian I would have to eat only fruits because i can't stand vegetables. Besides I get my daily vitamins and minerals from the animal flesh that I eat.
Anyways my cats love me too. The only time I can leave them alone is if one of my non-immediate family members come and take care of them while I’m gone. The other thing I don’t like about my cats is when they decide they must love me when I’m reading. HAve you noticed that were the only ones talking in this post anymore? It's kinda weird. Not that I dont enjoy it though.

I hate fruits AND vegetables. Yuck.

And it's kinda petty, but the only animals I give a rip about are cats. The rest can go hang for all I care. Endangered species? Like I care.

Yeah, my brother's cat, since my brother is going to college in another town and is an hour away, he only comes home on some weekends--but my brother's cat gets lonely and decides that she must sit at my lap when I'm on the pc. Which isn't bad . . . except when I need to pull the keyboard tray out. I can type with my fingers under the desk but my knuckles get sore. If I don't let her on my lap, she sits on the back of the chair and chews on my hair. Yeckth. My cat is always fighting her for my lap too. My brother's cat, if you're reading, insists on sitting on whatever you're reading--like when my mom reads the paper. (You could never get me to pick up a newspaper.) Both of the cats--ah heck I'm tired of saying that long stuff I'll just tell you their names.
my brother Jon's cat: Peaches
my mother's cat: Angel
my cat: Autumn
Mine is the only one without a cutesy name. *sticks out tongue* "Pansies!!!" Anyway, Peaches and Autumn both like to sit on my arms/hands when I'm trying to play Nintendo. And if I don't pet them when they're on my lap at the pc they start walkin on the keyboard keys. That's screwed up more than one pc game. The cat puts away my lightsaber when a dark Jedi is charging me . . . @%#&. And I like to read when I'm laying in bed, and recently I set up my 64 in my room with a tv that's only there because we don't know where to put it--and Autumn always tries to sit between my head and the book/tv screen. But it's okay, I love her. She's all that stood between me and a full bottle of pills a few times way back when . . . seems like another life.

Yeah, I guess we are the only ones talking here now . . . but that's okay. I like talking to you. We seem to have quite a bit in common . . . despite our differences over chemistry . . . man I wish I could stop thinking about that . . . sorry, I keep shooting a dead dog, don't I. Even if it isn't dead it's boring.

But...It's fun to shoot a dead dog. Yeah when our cat adopted us (She just showed up at our porch one day) we named her Ma-Ma Kitty, even though at the time she haden't had kittens yet. She was a gray cat. She had quite a few kittens. My parents hardly breathed before they put them up for adoption. Fortuantely they let me keep one kitten. Unfortunately they didn't let me pick which one. There was on calico one that had the cutest and loved to snuggle up with me and always followed me around. One day somebody else liked that kitten and my parents sold that one. I think I must have cried for days...back when I could cry. I never got to see any of the other kittens again except for the one we kept. We named him nicky kitty. You'll notice how creative my parents were with names. Well to cut a long story short Nicky became my parnets cat and Ma-ma kitty became mine. When they threw me out I got to keep both of them so that at least kept me a little happy.

Wow . . . even my family was more creative about our cats' names. Though not too creative--Peaches is . . . well . . . peach. And Angel is just a rather common pet name. Autumn's name came from that she was a stray that came crying to our front door when I was five (she was only 3 months old--so cute!) . . . and it was in the fall. She was so sweet back then . . . still is, though. She had an indentation in her fur from a collar and we had an ad in the paper for several weeks, but no one claimed her. My mother said someone probably dumped her on the street 'cause they didn't want her anymore *sniff sniff* HOW COULD THEY DO THAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?! But my mother also said that Autumn slept on her shoulder for the first afternoon she came but since then she always followed *me* around . . . I feel so special!

Yeah my brother's cat had kittens but we already had Peaches and Autumn so we gave them away--didn't sell them. Can't put a price on something like a kitty! That's like selling a kid! She had four kittens and they were sooooooo cute . . . I think three of them died within a few years with their new owners. The last one, Sparky--I loved him! We gave him to my grandfather--he got another cat after that and for awhile had two dogs and two cats. But he lives alone so we were glad he had company. But awhile ago one dog which was almost my age had to be put down and then both cats died of infectious peritonitis (sp?) and then the other dog got out of the fence and was hit by a car. So he's alone again but he won't get another pet 'cause he says it's too sad when they die. Sparky was shy, but he'd come out for me. I knew just how he liked to be petted . . .

Autumn used to be so timid. Now she loves to try to get "people food". Once I was sitting on the floor in front of the tv eating a totino's frozen pizza and for about two seconds I'd been looking at the tv instead of my food and I felt a tug on the pizza in my hand--my cat had come up and taken a bite right out of it! And she'll eat potato chips, and french fries. But I won't actually let her have anything besides her normal cat food and water except a little milk or unseasoned meat once in a while. A lot of people food isn't good for cats--like onion and garlic. Seeing as my mother puts garlic in most of the stuff she cooks(we're partly Italian descent, all grew up with it & love it) we have to be really careful. A few days ago I caught her on the kitchen counter drinking out of my milk glass. I'd only been out of the room for thirty seconds or so. Also, she loves to sit on the back of the barstool (we eat in the kitchen, there's junk all over the dining room table) and hang over your shoulder to look at what you're eating. What a twerp!

I don't understand how people can sell pets either. It seems like such an injustice. Here you are selling a piece of living flesh that will be dependent on the person you're selling this animal to for the rest of its life. I mean how can you do that to a small animal?
I digress; my cats keep trying to steal food from me all the time. One time when I was eating one of those M&M cookies when all of a sudden the grey cat bolts across the room bounds on top of the bed and snatches the cookie out of my hand. I personally though it was the funniest thing on the planet so I never managed to take the cookie back. One morning the grey cat came up and jumped on the table and started drinking the milk out of the cereal dish I had just eaten out of. Ever since then I've just put the bowl on the ground and she hasn't really bothered me about it since. The same thing happened with Nicky with the ice cream. He gets a little bit of it every week or so now. That's really the only people food that they get and they seem quite content about it...until I get out the chips. Whenever one of the cats is near I have to hide the chips lest the steal some. The grey cat gorged herself on my chips once and she was sick for awhile after that so I don't even let them near the chips anymore.

The first night the grey cat came in the house it came pretty much directly to me and started purring. It then went upstairs into my room and went to sleep in my room. There after it became my cat. A while later she had kittens under the bay window in our house and we decided that we were going to keep the cat. This happened at about the time that my dad was going back to the base in California. We said our goodbyes to him and we somehow lured ma-ma kitty back into the house. I don't really remember how we did it, but I think we took the kittens into the house one by one. Baby kittens are one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. One of them, the calico one I told you about earlier, came up and snuggled against my face. I immediately feel in love with the thing. I still don't know what happened to it after it was adopted.

I'm sorry about you animals. I've never had the unique pleasure of having a beloved pet die, but I could imagine why your brother wouldn't want to get another animal just to see it die. I wonder how I’ll react when one of my cats finally dies. I've had the grey cat almost all of my life, and Nicky for a little bit shorter that that. Whoops I've made myself sad again. Oh well.

(it was my grandfather had his pets die--oh well)
I won't be able to take it when my cat dies . . . can't even think of it. I will fall into a deep pit of depression. So back to happy things . . .

When Peaches had her kittens she had four . . . and they were very cute. Those little-bitty pink noses! I remember once Peaches and ALL her kittens crowded onto the cat condo--they were so crowded! We couldn't understand how none of them fell off! I was actually only about . . . um . . . oh yeah I was six when the kittens were born. After that batch we spayed the cats, though. Didn't want a bunch of them underfoot all the time. Since then we moved into a bigger house and they'd all get lost. We didn't pay for any of our cats either. Autumn was a stray, as I said, and with Peaches we were at this garage sale and--no, they weren't selling kittens!--but their cat had just had kittens so they put them out for customers to see and gave them to people for free. We had to come back later to get her 'cause they weren't old enough to leave their mother yet. And Angel was the kitten of a friend's cat (not that we're friends with them now, long stupid painful story don't go there). I'm kinda glad Autumn never had kittens 'cause after Peaches had hers she's been less active and a bit pudgier. If you didn't know my cat was fourteen you'd never guess it--she still runs around like mad and is stick-skinny (yes we feed her enough--she's right at the healthy level) though not as off-the-wall as a little kitten. She's always coming up with more creative ways to steal food! Sometimes we used to eat dinner in the family room before we had a tv in the kitchen (we're not particularly conversational people and after my father died who the heck wants it quiet enough that we can think?) and there's an armoir (a sort of chest/closet piece of furniture thingy, in case you didn't know) and in those days it wasn't piled high with stuff and it was behind the couch. So when we were eating in there she'd jump on top of the armoir which is about six feet tall and hang over the edge staring at our plates!!! That's when we started calling her a vulture. The way she stalked food and hung over like that . . . it was a kick (even though we had to constantly watch our plates).

Yeah, sometimes I think that cats are smarter than even Humans. One of the times Ma-Ma kitty was trying to steal our food she would sit right behind our heads on the headrest of our couch right in our blind spot. She would then attempt to jump down on the plate and make off with our food befrore we'd notice. Dad would be sitting off the side laughing his head off. Mom was certianly not amused. Another time Nicky tried to steal our food by bumping the table to make it fall down. Unfortunately it was a large and fairly large table, so all he did was end up hurting himself. When Mama Kitty had her kittens we had constatnt problems with the kittens getting into the cupboards and eating whatever was in there. They weren't starved mind you, but for sime reason they would always try to steal the stuff in the cupboard.

When Mama-Kitty had the kittens they would try to go anywhere they could. Their favorite place to go was right under the couch and into the little area between the popout foot stool and the chair. Whenever any of us put up the footstool three of four of the kittens would just sort of pop out of the couch. It was kind of funny but we thought it was a little dangerous for the kittens so we stopped putting up the foot stool for awhile. It was still pretty funny watching the kittens trying to get under the couch when they grew a little larger.

"This is where you can ramble about whatever's on your mind. Go off on tangents all you want because YOU CAN'T HIJACK A THREAD THAT NEVER "*~HAD~*" A DIRECTION.... Ah, just write something."

Don't tempt me....

Have been fighting a wasp for control of the kitchen. Mostly it seemed to hang out around the table scraps. Before I realized it was there, I threw potato peel into the caddy, and the wasp shot out. It returned to have a look at what I'd put in, and got very annoyed, complaining it doesn't like potato peel and I've gone and covered over the stick of rock Mum threw away. I moved the peel to one side so it could get at it.

Every time I put something in the caddy, the wasp came out and gave me a wasp-slap, which is when, out of nowhere, it gets in your face and zig-zags angrily. It definitely didn't like the used tea-bag, but the duck bones were approved of.

I left the window open and hoped it would leave during the evening, but when I went back at dark to bring the plants in and close everything up, it was still hanging around rather miserably, trying to get out through a panel that didn't open. I reached up with a bottle brush and guided it towards the open window, and it finally left.

I brought the plants back in, discovering my mother had given them all a grand sluicing with the hose, so they were all good and wet. The cat was eating when I put the drippy spider plant back in its pot, just overhead. For the next five minutes, he kept sitting up and turning round to glare suspiciously at me.

Fun, fun, fun. :-)

I've tried to post some of my renowned 'loquaciousness'.. only to be met with the Flood Control Error.

Somebody, or.. something.. trying to tell me something?

... ...

(*considers a post to "Trivial things that wind you up"..*)

I was watering my new apple mint, and though I put a lot of water in, it didn't drain out. Just got sucked up (*shloop!*) by the teeming furry root hairs. Probably it's quite old and has been crying out for a bigger pot for some time. It has a searching sort of tendril which I assume is looking for a bigger pot to move into, much like some people I know.