Posts in category "Daily Life"

Post Graduate Business

I’m insane­ly busy. I have two exams next week, both of which I haven’t start­ed study­ing for yet. Actually I haven’t even been to class in about a month. Once I found out that my cred­its would expire in a few years, I lost all desire to do well, since I don’t plan on going back to school in a few years. I’m also mov­ing next week­end, and have only packed three box­es so far. Things just keep pop­ping up. Table ten­nis ses­sions, pot lucks, bar­be­cues, unex­pect­ed phone calls, blah blah blah. For once, I wish that I had a week­end to myself, where I could relax and read.

Powershot S410

The first, and hope­ful­ly only thing, I bought to cel­e­brate my new job was a Canon Powershot S410, in the dig­i­tal Elph series. It’s small enough for me to car­ry around in my pock­et, unlike my old cam­era, and is capa­ble of tak­ing 4.0 megapix­el pic­tures. It has a long expo­sure mode of up to 15 sec­onds, and cus­tom white bal­anc­ing. It can also take movies up to 320x240 res­o­lu­tion at 15 fps, which I’ve already had fun with at the Highlander Pub two week­ends ago. I decid­ed to go with some­thing com­pact for can­did snaps, instead of an SLR where I’d have to car­ry around an extra case/bag.

The Inevitable Declawing

Poor Dolly is going to get declawed. I still had­n’t decid­ed if I was going to do it, so it’s sort of a relief to know that it’s not an option any­more. I prob­a­bly would have had to do it even­tu­al­ly, so it’s bet­ter now than lat­er. I’ll miss the way she catch­es toys in the air with her claws, or the way she kneads when I pick her up. I won’t miss the scratch­es on my nose when she decides that it’s some form of prey. She also likes to jump as high as she can on the walls, and scrape all the way down with four feet. I think she releas­es her climb­ing frus­tra­tions that way, even though she nev­er stays up. It makes a sound like nails on a chalk­board. Yeah. Won’t be miss­ing that.

Some Fucking Guy

Left the par­ty after an hour. Some fuck­ing guy, as well as oth­er stuff. Aaron, Karen, Drew and I all bailed at the same time.

It’s too bad, I was hop­ing to hang out with Christine more, or even talk to Sheri, Emily, Eric, or Katrina a bit. I was expect­ing to be home past two, but instead I was home before mid­night.

I did­n’t even bring any alco­hol because I did­n’t feel like drink­ing, but after five min­utes I was steal­ing Aaron’s wine.