Once again, meanwhile in Japan world...

Oh ho it gets better.

YES ad of the day: don't mess with pandas.

Kid: Dad, can we get Panda Cheese?
Dad: No, we have enough.
Cue pissed off panda. :D

Kitty tantrums: living with a cuddly-soft 5 year old.

This week in particular, Tucker Care has been like going through the rebellious, "mine!" phase that comes with toddlers. I've had him since he was two months old; feeble, no full coat of white and grey bunny hair, and barely enough teeth to eat with. Now, three months later, his tail is puffy and long and he's addicted to wet food like it's crack. I've never seen a cat that whined loudly at me for no reason till him. It's pretty funny.
Today, for example, I got kind of a late start on my day and finally stuffed my laundry in a bag to take downstairs. At the elevators (close to my apartment), I realized I forgot soap and hurried to get it. When I opened the door, Tucker zoomed out into the hall and I yelled after him, dropped my things and caught him at the elevators where he stopped. He'd never done that before. He's tried but stopped immediately outside the door because he got scared.
And what's become a nightly routine--almost every night--are my Tucker Sleepy Holds. When it's very late and I'm exhausted, Tucker is usually at his most hyper. If he's making too much racket, I grab him and hold him on my bed till he calms down (kitty tantrums) and gets tired. He definitely resembles a little kid screaming, "Nooo! I don't wanna gotta bed!" when I have to hold him in one spot.
Although I must say, even though it sounds like I'm complaining, I really, really love taking care of him. He's mine. My kitty who sleeps next to me every single night with his head on the pillow and sometimes I'll wake up with his arm around my neck, who skids onto the counter when I make his food, and who absolutely depends on me for everything. And no one would put up with him as much as I do.

WANT of the day.

SEIL bag by Lee Myung Su design lab from Ben on Vimeo.


Oh, asian people. You tickle my futuristic bone.

If I had enough money, I would...

I've been indulging my money fantasies lately via the Internet. It's like crack, I swear.

1. Invest in every single nail polish color Sephora has to offer.

2. Buy an isolated cottage in the French countryside and then drown it with lavish flowers, plants, and food gardens. 

3. Decorate said cottage with Ashley Croswell Shabby Chic and/or Anthropologie house furnishings and/or authentic antiques. 

4. Get a record player and play all music from vinyls. 

5. Purchase a mass array of plaid/plain button-downs from various places.

6. Seek out every useful appliance (garlic crusher, food processor, stick blender, grapefruit spoon, mini pie   shells, lemon squeezer) and stock up my kitchen with them.

7. Raise two cats and allow their kittens to romp around in the backyard and not give them up for adoption (families are families). 

8. Ride an antique, mint-colored bike on a open trail and really enjoy it.

9. Host massive Christmas and New Years parties for family and friends once every few years.
10. Never, ever eat another processed food again, breathe in toxic air, drink bad water, or become deathly ill.

11. Do a lot of things people want to do but never get the chance to.

Today (Wednesday) was not good...

For a number of seemingly small reasons that had a tendency to build and build like a damn pyramid...
1. Je n'ai pas obtenu de voir mon conseiller, la personne la plus importante au monde en ce moment. J'ai attendu vingt minutes et il n'etait pas n'importe ou.
2. Un ami a voulu me voir mais il etait deja assez tard. Il ne laisserait pas vers le haut ainsi j'ai du continuer a le rejecter a plusieurs reprises. Maintenant il est triste. (Calme vers le blas, mon appartement eset malpropre et j'ai eu une longue journee. Ne la prenez pas personnellement. Et il m'a juste dit que je semble toujours etonnant.)
3. I left sound class around 2 (while editing a Scott Pilgrim trailer) due to a gnarly head/neck ache and went home to eat and hurried back to class to take a final quiz.
4. Car incidents I never take lightly. Anything relating to my dear Honda Civic is taken with all seriousness. So, in the parking garage, when a lady (in her smirking Prius) and I were parked so close I could not open my door, she honked at me and asked, "How will you open your door?" Causing me to back up and repark it. When I started walking to school, I could feel my brain pushing against my skull like it wanted to jump out and stab itself. I was pretty heavy with rage by then so I had to compose myself before I got to class.
5. I kept thinking the garage guards would question me about my fob since I use it to get in yet I park on the visitor level because I don't live in that building anymore. They stared daggers at me just like I thought everyone else did today.
6. I saw He Who Must Not Be Named pulling out of the parking garage, showered and shaven, but immediately looked at my feet. I am in no state to act like everything is fine.
7. Je ne pense toujours pas ma maman comprend que je suis juste comme me suis inquiete d'obtenir un travail pendant qu'elle est. N'est-il pas mon souci du travail a ce sujet? En repetant ces soucis a plusaieurs reprises a moi soyez la pulpart de temps cauchemardesque pour entendre. Vraiment, il y a seulement tant d'heures pendant le jour. Me propres pensees sont assez psychotiques, je ne pensent pas que je peux manipuler beaucoup plus sans se developper en spirales.
8. I can't decide what to wear for graduation.... Yes, I worry about it.
9. Last week I impaled my heel and now my foot has a painful bump.

There you have it.

(Yep, definitely a video week) Oh yah, THIS is why i heart Fanny Pak.

Hey Mickey!