Lately, I’ve been in the mood to get some late spring cleaning done (Very late, as it’s averaging 90 degrees F outside) and I’ve found I usually just make things messier. I’m the type of person who cleans behind the scenes first; meaning, I’ll ignore the growing pile of clothes on my floor to organize and clean out my closet first. Of course this makes perfect sense to me. The container must be clean before it can actually contain anything, right? So, typically by the time I’m done cleaning the container (closet, dresser, whatever) I’m bored and never put the things away on my floor that the container was supposed to hold.

I cleaned out my make-up bag the other day and was amazed by some of the wonders I found. Some of which I recognized as gifts in… 2002. Such as a stick of green lipstick in a big make-up set, which I believe is meant as a gift to an eight year old. I don’t care who you are, unless it’s Halloween, no one should be wearing green lipstick. Next to this was a stick of pink lipstick, so I guess if one were to wear both of them at the same time… no, it still wouldn’t be chic.

My latest task is to clean out from under my bed, as I have been told I can get a double bed. Most likely this bed will take up half of my room, but this is acceptable as it will than fit two people comfortably (single beds fit two comfortably if you like lying on top of one another). Though I haven’t finished cleaning yet, I have found about six Care Bear VHS tapes, three Princess Gwenevere VHS tapes and a trunk full of clothes for my “Just Like You” American Girl Doll. Ah, memories. I’m unsure what to do with all this crap, as I don’t want it, but I do wonder if I should at least keep the doll stuff for when I have a child.

Either way, I want my new bed.

Just a quick update on Patrick…. he’s doing much better now. His wound’s all closed up and new hair is starting to grow. So we’ve taken off the shirt and he’s back to his dopey self. He’s about twice the size of his sister and quite clumsy. With the shirt on he just sat and pouted all day; earning himself a trip to the vet because we didn’t know why he was so lethargic. Turns out it was the shirt and as soon as we would take it off he’d run and play - and start licking his wound.
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I started my summer school class yesterday morning. I’m taking Environmental Science 10 which satisfies some science-y area of my GE. I’m going Monday and Wednesday from 11:45 AM - 3:15 PM. Making this a three and a half hour class. Which.. sucks since my attention span is usually only about half an hour long when I’m doing something I enjoy (such as eating Americanized Chinese Food. Mm…fat!). It’s only until July ninth, however that I have to keep this attention span. I did notice that the title of Environment Science 10 seems too optimistic for what the professor was telling us we were to learn about this semester. Thus, I put forth that the new title of “How we as Humans have Fucked up the Planet 10″ or, since colleges love acronyms, “HHFP10″ replace the name, “ENVS10.” I think my proposed name is quite catchy, and describes the class much more accurately than the generic “Environmental Science.”

And thanks to both Lene and Vera for pointing out the color of the font in my form.

I do believe all my pages are valid XHTML Strict, and my CSS though cluttered, is valid too. If any errors are found, I greatly appreciate a comment saying so.

I also received an award from Anes at passionate-eye.org. (It’s actually been sitting in my mail box for over a month; I’m just finally putting it up). So, thank you. It makes me really happy.

So, a few weeks ago, my mom bought some cheap Wal*Mart flea medicine for our three cats. Our male cat, Patrick, seemed to have an allergic reaction and licked the spot it was on until he went bald and it was a bloody mess. We took him to the vet, who gave us some Penicillin to give him (or more realistically force unwillingly down his throat). Unfortunately, he couldn’t wear an e-collar because of the area the wound was in. So… they told us to buy him a doggie shirt.

Which resulted in a temper tantrum. He refused to move for almost a week with us catering to his every need; having to bring him to the food or vice versa. As soon as we would take the shirt off he’d be back to licking it. Well, now that the scab’s fallen off we were alble to remove the shirt completely off and he’s back to his kitty self. Maybe he was mad because it said “canine” on it; of course we could have always gotten the “princess” one instead.

On side note, I installed Wordpress successfully only have 12 more pages to validate before my whole site is valid!

Other than Stepherz.org being up again, I have nothing of interest to say. Finals tomorrow. Hopefully blog later.