Web Blogs.. Omg

I like blogs. Blogs like Dooce.com or PioneerWoman.com. And I like comics. But today I was reading a comic called "Dar, A Super Girly Top Secret Comic Diary" and I was all "Holy shit it's a comic blog!" And like that my existance changed dramatically. It had never occured to me to mesh two aweome internet niches together. It was so awesome in fact that I almost considered trying to make one. . Almost. Making a webcomic blog would require making a webcomic. I have no ideas as to how to make a webcomic. When I get that far in my life I shall let you know.

But seriously, a webcomic blog! it made me very happy

Pennies

In counting all the pennies in my room I have learned;

I have 234 pennies in my room.

15 are American
43 are the young Queen Elizibeth
52 are the middle aged Queen Elizibeth
And 120 are the old Queen Elizibeth.
I hope she will still be going strong for the next redo of our coins.

I also found A King George penny and 3 very young Queen Elizibeth ones.

I need a life starting...now
I think I'm going to build a dollhouse next

Mr Morris Minou

Oh Lordy.

I babysit two girls on Friday nights and they have a cat. A truly evil cat.This cat is named Morris Minou. And he hates me. He is patient with the girls who are both under eight. But not me. I cannot count the times he has attacked my hands or feet or hair without provocation, the little jerk.

Anyway they are going on a vacation and I am going to be cat sitting. I watched their last cat when they went on vacation last year. His name was Thumper or some thing like that. And he..died about two days after they got back from their vacation. So as amazed as I am I am babysitting this cat for a few days. My Mom is even more amazed than I am and she keeps spouting inappropriate comments like "Oh what's the worst that could it happen? It could only die like the last cat"

Please don't die Morris Minou

The Beatles -Twist and Shout

The fair at the PNE is starting! One of my friends from wrestling is going to be there showing off his pigs in the big barn so I'll need to go see him. I hope I can get the money together by then. The fair is too expensive if you're just paying more money inside. It's all very ridiculous. I should probably have gotten a job there while I had a chance. I'll need one soon anyway. I want to start getting money for university, life and my future tattoo. Mom doesn't support me getting a job during school but she made it nearly impossible to work during the summer. We have a cabin and we were going back and forth so often I couldn't get a job without being fired for not showing up.

I'm considering American Apparel or somewhere that will lose people from the summer job fever. Anything in retail would be fine, working with food scares me. I always think I'm going to screw up somehow and then some one is going to eat my screw up and that thought makes me want to smack my head against a wall repeatedly. I have a bit of an OCD streak and it manifests in the oddest places. For instance, all my shirts are placed in rainbow order, and if I screw up I have to redo it all. I just have to, don't question it. It's not so bad that no one is allowed to sit on my bed or anything. But it means I am the best cleaner in the house and it drives me crazy to do so because everyone is switching around the orders I put things in. I have thrown stuff at my sister for messing up the order of books on a shelf I had just rearranged. That was fun to explain to my Mom later.

She wants to go back up to the cabin. I have extremely mixed feelings. On the negative side, my Mom and I are automatically at each others throats because there is nothing else to do up there, except tanning. On the plus side, there's tanning and last time I left, my gentleman friend underwent a huge behavior change for the better. (He missed me :)) I would like him not to be a grouch anymore so there is my number one incentive to leave. The winning vote however relies on the fact that my computer and friends are near home, and there is no one to hang out with at my cabin. My Mother loves this moving around thing. My Dad worked at Polyfuel Inc. in it's Canada branch, and it recently curled over and died. My Mom has so far strongly encouraged accepting a job in Florida with the fuel cell branch of the University. Going to Spain to be an engineer on sun cells and she's also tried England for god knows what. I say this; if you really must go that is a shame, but bugger moving I am staying in British Columbia with my Grandparents. She wasn't pleased. My guess is I'm going to be that kid who moves out as soon as possible from their parents house. They are a rare breed but the parents are ever grateful.