Return to the Land of the Living (more or less)

So I'm moved, finally. Made it from Point A to Point B with all appendages still attached, possible exception being my WALLET which has vanished off the face of the bloody earth, seemingly. Was most inconvenient as not only did I have to replace license, library card, and social security card, but I had about $23 dollars in there, damn it all! I blame it on the disarray of moving . . . also briefly lost medication (GAH!). Anyway, I'm here, I'm settled, I possess ID, and I have a door that shuts. Therefore, all is relatively right with the world.How am I enjoying living with my parents again? Sorta am, sorta not. Mostly not. Miss solitude and relative autonomy. Am enjoying DirectTV, though. Spent tonight's online energy downloading a livejournal client to this computer, therefore will sign off now. I'm sure I've been missed around here *scoff*.

Lots of random things

First: TOM FELTON HAS A BLOG! TOM FELTON HAS A BLOG!! *squee*Oh, and Tom? LOTS OF PEOPLE love the bad guy, hon. We just also like to see the bad guy get hit. Second: I swear Draco Malfoy took a holiday from the books to bring my groceries to my car today at the grocery store. Young kid, blond as all get out, pointy sort of face, unnervingly helpful. I kept waiting for him to grin evilly and call me a mudblood. Third: Have discovered an article in "People" about Hanson's new album. Plan to write a post innumerating the many things wrong with it in future; for now, "the author wouldn't know good music if it danced in front of him wearing Britney Spears' catholic schoolgirl outfit" will have to suffice. Now for RL: Temporary job is going well: I'm taking care of four papillons (Texas, Touche, Red, and Patch), one standard poodle (Toby), one German Shepherd (Cowboy), one chocolate lab (Puppy), one golden retriever (Honda), four terriers (Sally, Jessy, Annie, and Sissy), one very old, sweet dog called Lucky, one long-haired mop of a dog called Cully, two horses (Cody and Bentley), four pigs, several chickens, one very large rooster, two female rabbits, one male rabbit, eight baby rabbits, and one cow called Socks. *pants* I adore them all, but I don't adore the amount of dirt that finds its way onto me as I feed and water them. I've been averaging two baths a day for the last week. But I'll miss them when their owners return. About England: I've taken to calling the work I'm doing to make this happen "Project England". I got some bad news when my FAFSA came back: I don't get a damn thing because I've already got a BA. So BAH HUMBUG to that. I still really want to go, so if I get accepted, I'm going to take out a bitch of a loan and get a job or two ASAP to make it easier to pay off. I still need references before I can send off my application, but we'll see, eh? Hmm, what else? Uhhh . . . saw Shrek 2 twice last week. It's very cute. Oh, and I'm moving back in with my parents very soon, which will suck but what can yeh do . . . I wonder if its a sign of insanity to continue playing FreeCell in your head when you try to go to sleep? I hope not.

Lot's of memes (yes, I am boring)

Yay, new meme. Here's what to do:1. Take five books off your bookshelf. [Or on your desk, for the lazy]2. Book #1 -- first sentence3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph:My result:It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. We've never had so much as a bad-tempered bear in our woods. "It's a lovely sketch, Miss Moore. Wonderful composition, with the balance of the mirror and the woman, who is rendered in the style of the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood, I believe." Molochai started opening packets of sugar. And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon's face, Harry set off toward the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer than the last.Hee. There's a story in there somewhere, for the brave to work out. Books I used: Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen), Rose Daughter (Robin McKinley), A Great And Terrible Beauty (Libba Bray), Lost Souls (Poppy Z. Brite) 1. What time do you get up? Depends. I am currently on a sort of mandatory vacation (read: unemployed), so I wake up anywhere from 10 AM to as late as 2 some days. Lazy lazy lazy.2. If you could eat lunch with one person, who would it be? J. K. Rowling. 3. Gold or silver? I like silver best.4. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Van Helsing . . . am I the only LJ user who really liked it? It would seem so.5. What is your favourite TV show? Smallville is the only one still on TV . . . add to that Angel, Buffy, Roswell, and those British sitcoms on late night OETA6. What do you have for breakfast? whatever I can find. cereal if there's milk, sandwich if I'm lazy (which is most of the time)7. Who would you hate to be stuck in a room with? George W. Bush. *shudder*8. What/who inspires you? Strangely enough, being in the bathtub. I always get my best ideas soaking in the tub. Less frequently the same thing happens in swimming pools, so I guess it's the water.9. What is your middle name? Renee10. Beach, City or Country? country11. Favourite ice cream? strawberry12. Butter, plain or salted popcorn? kettle corn (sweet and salty, yum!)13. Favourite colour? pink14. What kind of car do you drive? a granny car ('91 Pontiac Grand Am for the technical)15. Favourite sandwich? PBJ16. What characteristic do you despise? pigheadedness17. Favourite flower? roses 18. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? ENGLAND!! Alternatively, New Zealand.19. What colour is your bathroom? white walls, dark blue shower curtain (boring boring boring, but I didn't decorate it)20. Favourite brand of clothing? Whatever they sell at Wal-Mart (am chronically brokebrokebroke)21. Where would you retire to? ENGLAND22. Favourite day of the week? Sunday23. What did you do for your last birthday? shite, I don't remember . . . my family and I probably went out to eat or something24. Where were you born? Oklahoma25. Favourite sport? soccer (and yes it's because of Bend it Like Beckham, so sue me), gymnastics, figure skating26. What fabric detergent do you use? All Baby Care (I have sensitive skin)27. Coke or Pepsi? coke28. Are you a morning person or a night owl? very much a night owl29. What is your shoe size? 9W30. Do you have any pets? lots of dogs LiveJournal Haiku!Your name:ladyrelaynieYour haiku:broke my heart scene ofmalfoy and not at all iseem to keep doing thisUsername: Created by GrahameI love it!!!! And I wanna know how they knew about Malfoy, when I haven't mentioned his name once on this journal as of yet. Straaaaaange.

Finale night SPOILER ALERT!!!

Anyone else not feel too sorry for Clark in this episode? He's such a whiny little bitch. I know I'm pro-Lex anyway, but this is ridiculous. Clark is the supposed hero, and all I seem to keep doing is rooting for Lex, which sucks because I have to keep reminding myself that HELLO, Lex is the villain! Hold on, it's back on. Ooh, this doesn't look good . . . SHIT! CHLOE! SHIT!!! LEX!! Ooh, naked Clark. DAMMIT! It's over.One more time: Lionel Luthor, you are a bastard. Crawl back into the hole from whence you came, and die alone and unloved like the piece of shit you are. OLD, ALONE, DONE FOR!! OLD, ALONE, DONE FOR!!!************************************Several nice quotes to be had (Harmony waxing wistfully lyrical about her heart, Lindsey and the "last mallomar in the box"). The sight of Spike mainlining liquor is strangely erotic . . . mmm *grin* And the POETRY READING . . . GUH . . . makes me love Spike all over again in new and different ways . . . if that's even possible.Innappropriately erotic . . . meh. Preaching to the choir there, Connor.Wow. So thats it then. They all die. Except Connor. And Lorne. Unless I missed something.And just like that, it's over. WAH.

Because I'm easy (and weak) and curious and that (gacked from madlorivoldemort)

MEMeAGE:ladyrelaynieETA: Okay, the really scary thing about my color is that it's exactly the color my room is painted. Whoa.Wanna know your color? Do this: 1) Copy and paste this into your journal: [font color=yourusername][b]yourusername[/b][/font]2) Change the []s to <>s.Thank you and goodnight.

Because I'm easy (and weak) and curious and that (gacked from madlorivoldemort)

MEMeAGE:ladyrelaynieETA: Okay, the really scary thing about my color is that it's exactly the color my room is painted. Whoa.Wanna know your color? Do this: 1) Copy and paste this into your journal: [font color=yourusername][b]yourusername[/b][/font]2) Change the []s to <>s.Thank you and goodnight.

UGH terrible day

Slept til noon, awakened by friend on telephone, did dishes for an hour (still not finished, o_O), got ready to go beg professors for references, and then all hell broke loose.I took my dog out to pee, and heard some cats meowing like crazy. Another lady and I went to look, and four kittens were trapped in a tire on my nextdoor neighbor's carport. They were all wet and pitiful looking, and one was lying on its side and not moving, and looked very very ill. I knocked on the door to ask the people who live there if it was okay if I took the kitties to an animal hospital or something. He said it was okay. Apparently they knew the kitties were out there, but were just going to leave them there. Mama Kitty was nowhere to be found, and the kitties were way too skinny to have been fed recently. Well, I took them out one by one, and the poor little things looked just awful. I got to the last kitty, picked him up, and OH MY GOD one of his eyes was filled with goddamn maggots, and he was limp. He was dead, and with the state of his eye, he was lucky to be that way. So I buried him under a tree, took the others to my house in a box, and tried to feed them some milk. They wouldn't take it, so we decided to take them to an animal hospital to see if there was anything they could do. The lady at the shelter said they were about ten days old. One of the remaining kitties had an infected eye, and they all had bits of their dead brother's infection on them *ACK GAG SPIT HURL*I don't think I will ever forget the sight of that poor little dead cat as long as I live, and even though the neighbor guy who answered the door was kind of cute, I refuse to contemplate being involved with someone who would have let those cats just sit there and starve to death. In his defense, he's new around here and maybe he didn't know where to take them. But GOD that was traumatic. I have a pretty strong stomach usually, but I've been ready to barf all evening. I really hope that doesn't turn up in my dreams. EW EW EW Anyway. Just had to get that out. ate pizza and watched "Peter Pan" with friend after that, then went to the park and walked around and played on the swings.Am afraid to sleep because of above incident, but am hoping to block out the memory soon. I think I'll get online and read some slash to get the image out of my head, but I have a suspicion that it's going to take Giant Squid/Blast-Ended Skrewt to jar this particular image loose. *smack self in head repeatedly*