Harry Potter

I have the Harry Potter theme song stuck in my head

STILL away from my pets
Tired of living in a hotel
4 am physical fitness

Harry Potter is awesome
42 inch diameter pizzas
Drunk texting boys



– Most of my new friends have now left, which is horrible
– My pink silk shirt was eaten by the washer after 8 years of use
– One of my pets died (not unexpectedly, but still…)
– Boy hasn’t texted or called me in >24hrs (yes, I know that’s absurd to be a blue, but when it’s a blue mood, everything seems blue)

– Found a new diner that is tasty

Um…. I know there are many more golds, but my blue tinted glasses are interfering and it’s hard to care enough to find them.

G- Got my first oil change done on my vehicle turns into B- Vehicle is all dirty and needs a wash and wax I don’t have time for and it somehow acquired a new scratch.
G- starting training that actually has to do with my career turns into B- that lasts another 5 weeks during which I don’t get to do other things I want to.
G- spoke with family on phone B- don’t actually get to see family forever.

Yeah, Hooah. All that Jazz. Did get voted “most likely to drop the F-bomb during an OPORD.” This amuses me… a little atm. More so when I am in a good mood.

– Camp is hot. Hot. And no running water for 500+ people
– Still miss the pets and family
– No time to work out and get into shapre

– Fuck yeah, it’s like I’m in the Army or something
– Hella good drunk tacos last night
– Hitting on boys

– Cough that won’t go away
– Abandoning my pets for three months (with a pet sitter)

– I’m a Captain, which I always wanted to be
– I’m a veterinarian
– I pulled a ninja move with a pickup and trailer so as not to hit a tire on the highway, and did it safely

– Training my dogs to a potty pad or other indoor potty option??


Unfortunately for me, not the super awesome fun theme park kind.

Just the run of the mill, woe is me, life change sorta one. The kind where huge changes are going to be taking place and all of the sudden you realize, wait, what the fuck? For reals? And then start to get all shaky and worried. I have been working towards this whole DVM thing since approximately second grade, give or take the few years I suffered under the delusion that I might be at all interested in the field of human medicine (emergency and critical care for the curious).  And now, in just a couple weeks, I’ll be there.

The fuck?

Then what? I mean, I’ve had the same life goal for a couple of decades and now all of the sudden, it will be accomplished. What on this earth is a person supposed to do with that? Just go and BE a veterinarian? I dunno. It’s not that I feel unprepared for my chosen career at all, it’s that I don’t know how to be a person now. I’ve always had a driving goal, an end I was working towards, a direction. Now I feel adrift, helpless and worried. I don’t know how to do anything other than strive and push forward to get what I want, but now that it’s in reach, I don’t know what to do next.

I really want to go to a retreat. I think a few weeks of meditation would do me a world of good, but there’s no time for that. I have to go and start this whole career thing up. I worry that I’m going to cling to the next thing that comes along, just so that I have a new goal, a new distant star to follow, because I find this rudderless, drifting feeling very unsettling. It’s new and unknown and I don’t like it.

Also known as the Buffy Musical.

I kinda want the world to fuck off and die, to quote a friend, as I sit here stealing my neighbor’s wi-fi. The cable company had the gall to call me for a customer satisfaction survey today, despite the very unsatified nature of our untimely separation. Generally something that moves me to the point of trembling with rage does not incline me towards giving them high scores. But that’s not it.

I don’t know what ‘it’ is though.

Maybe there’s a dark cloud, maybe I’m just not looking on the bright side, maybe I am internalizing some slight that I have not consciously dealt with, though the fact that I can think of a couple things that pissed me off greatly makes me feel as though this may be less likely since there is conscious anger-dealing-with going on at the moment. Maybe it’s hormonal. I have been stuffing my face in a meaningless and ineffective attempt to make myself feel better. It hasn’t worked.

The Buffy Musical made me a little happier. Well, not actually happier. But it provided passing distraction and amusement and drowned out the fucking rain that’s been going on for the past 24 hours. I even packed up some stuff in an attempt to cheer myself with the thought that I will be leaving this fucked up indentured servitude of mixed signals insane expectations soon, and it didn’t do much. I LOVE the Buffy Musical though, and it should make me happier. Especially the Spike parts. And the Giles parts. Because men with nice voices make me weak in the knees.

Now I am just making my favorite numbers play over and over again.

Whisper in a dead man’s ear, it doesn’t make it real

Since I’m only dead to you, I’m saying stay away, and let me rest in peace

You just love to play the thought that you might misbehave, but til you do, I’m telling you, stop visiting my grave

I touch the fire and it freezes me, I look into it and it’s black. Why can’t I feel? My skin should crack and peel

Turns out there’s a CD. I kinda want it, in a vague way.

This time the story is a little (only a little) complicated and I am currently fighting my rage induced hypertension over it with a nice cup of tea at a local coffee shop. The story may get posted if it actually still seems entertaining in the morning’s light.