tatjna (tatjna) wrote,

No longer having to be conscious of consciousness, I turn my mind to..

I'm going to the garden centre with my Mum on Sunday! Yes, I know, my life is so exciting! Well actually, I am excited. I love flowers, and the winter has left gaps in the garden that I'd like to fill now that it's spring and new, interesting things are starting to be available. And Mum and I are dangerous in a garden centre. We egg each other on something chronic, and end up spending more money than we should, and I love it. It makes us both happy and giggly and then we go home and gloat about our lovely pretties. I should do a 'before' and 'after' thing of Mum's garden (if she's ok with it) so you can see the amazing transformation she's made since she's been there.

Please take particular note of the bookshelf on the left, and the way it has books on it. They are not strewn all over the floor, mixed in with bits of paper, odd plastic bags and whatnot. Also, the bag on the floor on the right contains all the library books to go back. I can see my floor again, woo! And I know that my essay will get a pass mark. As usual, I give it a B.

And in other OMGAMAZING news - I touched Charlotte's cat! This is the Invisible Cat that in the 10 years I've known Charlotte, I've seen maybe four times. She came up to me last night and deigned to let me pat her. So yes, she's real. And soft and fuzzy. And doesn't look anything like a 13 year old cat.

She was a bit freaked out when Charlotte first moved in, because First stares at her as First is wont to do. But Ammabelle very quickly realised that staring is all First does. So now she comes and goes as she pleases, ignoring the laser-eyes that bore into her wherever she goes. First, of course, is very confused by this, since her gaze is supposed to freeze all but the most powerful on the spot, whereas Ammabelle taps her on the chin with the end of her tail as she nonchalantly wanders between her front legs, and First almost falls over trying to keep The Gaze on her while she does it. My dog is weird.

Thanks to a post by deezombie, I did some random archive diving this morning - went to the archive and randomly picked a post from the past - 10 August 2005, in which I don't really read that much different from now. Hmm.

And this is stuck in my head:

Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

I quite like crooning. Shh don't tell anyone...

Apparently there's a Full Om tomorrow night. I haven't decided yet whether I'll go. Valve is icky but.. dancing! We shall see. I kind of feel like I need a weekend off. Yes Tats, it is true that the party will still happen without you, and missing one psy gig will not make the whole community fall over so that there's never another one for you. *nod*

You know, despite the on-off-on-off weather, it's really starting to feel summery. Can I just say RAH!

Come and say hi to me at Fidels tonight! Especially the two of you who I owe money to, cos I got paid for my interviews and I hate being in debt so come take it off me before I spend it. Mmk?
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