Lard Ass won’t stop sneezing. He’s got some kind of upper respiratory infection, I think. poor Lardy Boy– he doesn’t seem very peppy these days. Unfotunately, I lack both the time and the money to take him to the vet. I hope Jarvis doesn’t catch it! Just like Me + Mikala + Allie = McAllienorah, and Jacob + Ari = Jarri, I found out that my cats together are Larvis or Larvae. I’m gettin’ old! I can’t tell the gall durn cats apart!
I’ve been obsessing over my International Names page lately. I found a page of Estonian names, all inEstonian of course, and I’ve been trying to figure out what the translations of English names are. Also, I found a good page on Scandinavian names, so I’ve been working on that. I think I really need a life or something!
It dawned on me the other day when Saki and I were in Blanchid’s (the liquor store), that I really haven’t had many alcoholic beverages in months. With the exception of X-mas at home (everyone in my family partakes of the eggnog– it wouldn’t be a holiday if everyone weren’t smashed on X-mas cheer!), and Laura’s and Jack’s party in which I didn’t drink all that much, I really haven’t had anything around. I have exactly one beer, 1/4 bottle of blackberry Manischewitz leftover from Passover, and about 2 shots of really crappy cheap vodka in the house. I didn’t even drink anything on Hannukah! WTF? I used to be a giant lush! I”m losing my touch. Then I realized what the deal was– poverty. I’m just way too poor to be a drunk these days! Plus, I no longer live under the influence of the Biatch, who was the primary booze buyer before. Also, since I don’t live in Allston, I don’t hang out with Terrence and Tanya as much (ok mainly Terence is the Bad Influence). Maybe I just don’t like drinking alone at home. I mean, that never stopped me before, but these days I guess I’m More Mature or some shit.
I watched the Oscars last night– I can’t keep myself away! I love the Oscars to death; i don’t know why. I don’t care about any other awards. There wasn’t really anything too exciting or unexpected last night, other than the fact that every single chick seemed to be in a red dress with weird straps. I’m glad Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova won for best song, though! Yay!
