magicalmartha: (Maniacally wearing goggles)

If I was worth anything at all as a human being, I would have spent some time in the last few days writing something worthwhile.  Instead of working on my Shadowrun character.  Who is awesome, by the way.

I have been descending further and further into complete nerditude, and I am one hundred percent comfortable with this.  I blame part of it on the boyfriend, because he is SUCH a nerd, but he is also a whole lot of fun to nerd with (which is why I'm now willing, nay, excited, to spend vast amounts of money on little models of robots and gunslingers and elves, spend vast amounts of time painting them, and then pushing them around a table to the rolls of dice).  A third-party friend of mine is running a Shadowrun campaign starting Thursday, for which I am very stoked, because I have created a character that's a bit like Paris Hilton, only smart, bitter, and an elf.  With more access to guns and a more interesting drug habit.  Oh, she's going to be fun.

Also, I am very very torn on this whole dog issue.  On the one hand, I would very much like to go to one of the pound-type places to rescue a dog who might otherwise be euthanized.  On the other, because those places literally take every animal that comes their way, I know that they don't screen their animals as well, so I won't have any idea what kind of health or behavioral problems I'd be taking home with me, the way I would if I adopted from a no-kill shelter.  While I want to be completely altruistic about this, I also don't want to end up with a vicious little thing that also has heartworm.  It bears thinking on.

magicalmartha: (OM NOM NOM)
I was going to post a big long thing here about a horrifying nightmare I had last night, and a mini-rant about how some of the rules animal shelters have set up are ridiculous, but then DW totally ate my entire post.  So, to sum up:

1. Had a nightmare last night of trying to save Dan (my friend who's been causing all the drama) from a shark attack, not being able to, and finding him drowned and dead.  Have determined that this means my brains want me to talk to him, even though I don't think it's in my best interest.  It's apparently causing me anxiety, so I have to try and do SOMETHING about it.

2. Went downtown today with my friend Ed and his Bitchface Girlfriend (for anyone who heard this story, that's the girl who accused me of being a homewrecker last summer.  Today we apparently decided we were going to ignore that incident).  It was fun except for Bitchface, who has an annoying tendency to try and lecture me about things I already know about (yes, I DO know that it is best to buy surgical steel body jewelry, CAN YOU COUNT THE PIERCINGS IN MY HEAD, WOMAN).  We stopped at the Chicago Humane Society, who told me I couldn't adopt a particular dog (this dog, to be precise) because she was considered "high risk," and I'd never owned a dog by myself before.  Never mind that I have EXTENSIVE experience with rescue dogs, or that I worked in a bording center for three years with dogs ranging from mild to monster, or that I currently share space with a 50 pound hound that's a bundle of neuroses.  Also never mind the fact that the rules don't appear to apply once you get to the interview phase of adopting, since they call references and quiz you deeply about your background.  They wouldn't even let me PLAY with this dog.  I was kinda peeved.

3. Had a lovely evening in with my boyfriend, in which we ate tasty pastas, watched Rome, and I got some painting done.  I'll tell you about the hobby stuffs later, when I'm not so desperate for sleeeeeeps.

magicalmartha: (Le Grande Chef)
First, a Cody update - I called the shelter today, and he has been adopted.  This makes me sad, because I wanted to adopt him, but I am also happy that he has found a good home with people who love him.  THEREFORE the dog search is officially on hold until I move out of my parents' house, because my mother told me irrevocably that she would Not Be Happy if we had three dogs running around again.  Slap me if I talk about before that.

On the other hand, the apartment search is slowly kicking into overdrive.  I have successfully convinced my two future roommates that our original price cap was more generous than it had to be, and indeed, we are now finding nice, dog-friendly places with on-site laundry for $200-$300 less than before.  Three-bedroom places are tricky to find, though.

Up spoilers. )

Tomorrow is spinning class number two.  I hope that this turns out to be as beneficial as people have told me it can be.  It certainly FEELS like it's busting my ass while I'm doing it.

magicalmartha: (DemonFox questions your authority)
I've made a severely poor judgement call.  I thought for a moment that having the possibility of a job meant that it was ok to go to and do a search on young, small dogs in shelters in the Chicagoland area. 

This was a bad idea.

First the search turned up Benjamin, a shiba inu/terrier mix someone found camping out in a construction sight.  I cannot adopt Benjamin because the shelter he's at limits adoptions to people at least 24 years old.  Search number two was Darren, a doofy looking white thing with a shepherd's head on a wee body.  Search three was my doom.

Meet Cody. And my downfall. )

I was DESPERETELY concerned when I looked at the shelter's website and Cody wasn't listed.  I am SO concerned about the fact that I'm already thinking about him in terms of adoption.  I knew this was something I was going to do, and it's totally my fault for beginning the search just slightly too early, but is too early by a month or two really a problem?  Gah.  I'm in trouble.
magicalmartha: (Corgis are friends)
I gave in and purchased a paid account here, and there MAY or MAY NOT have been an icon explosion.  I'm not used to getting so many slots, guys.  Filling them all is going to be FUN.

I have my interview today, so there's that.  Is it bad that all I want to do right now is sleep, eat pizza, and watch Star Trek over and over movies?  I have zero motivation to get a job and be an adult.  Well, actually, that's not entirely motivation is just, um, unconventional?

I want a dog.  SO BAD.  I've had dogs my entire life - at least one, usually two, and I love them.  I love the idea of having one that is mine, and waits for me to come home, and gets excited when I do.  My family has two currently, but since I've been gone so much they're not really MINE, and, oh, I don't know....I like taking care of things.  Plus they're so furry and cute.  I've been looking at some rescue center cites in the area, for youngish (perhaps not a puppy for my very first beastie) dogs on the small side, since I'll be moving into an apartment fairly soon.  So far results are promising.

Can't really get one until I can pay to feed it and all that, though. 

Also-also, my first cross-posted entry!  Yay!

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