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How sad is it that the only calls I got this weekend were about my student loans and a heart surgery?

I think these dreams need to stop. I'm starting to get a bad feeling. Starting too? That happened like three dreams ago.

What sucks most about the quarter system is that you get half as much time to do the same amount of work as those on semesters.

Lazy assholes.

Anyways. I live again. Temporarily.

I have survived midterms. But guess what? Finals are in less than a month, so I'm already in pre-finals panic mode and I hate all of you.

As a native New Yorker I have to admit it chafes a little bit when your boss decides you have to move to Southern California. Even when your best friend in the world is here. (Hey, Buck.) There are just so many things that California does not have. Public transit. Seasons. And no disrespect, California, but you wouldn't know a good pizza if it bit you on your ass--and good pizza definitely bites you on your ass.

Also, I still haven't forgiven you for stealing the Brooklyn Dodgers. I don't care if it was 70 years ago. What kind of Brooklynite would I be if I forgave a thing like that?

Anyway. It's that other Brooklyn guy's fault that I'm signed up for this thing. What self-respecting 20-something guy needs to talk about his dreams in some online community? This one, apparently.

Wow, this network is still active? I don't know what I expected.

My name's Alyssa, I used to live here a while ago. It's nice to meet everyone (again). I missed a few people who used to live here, so I hope you're still here? That doesn't sound pathetic.

Pillow fights. PILLOW fights. Apparently a girl couldn't finish her homework over the weekend because she got into a 'pillow' fight with her boyfriend and managed to twist her arm during it. I didn't even think it was possible, first I thought the myths of girls and pillow fighting was just that, a myth; what's more, isn't that the purpose of fighting with pillows? So one doesn't get hurt?

Apparently it began over an argument over something about who was better. Kirk or Picard, which, I was informed meant Star Trek or something like that. It's a crying shame, and it was such an absurd story I had to assume it was true and gave the girl an extension.

It's absurd is it not? I'm not being an old fuddy duddy am I?

Probably.

Anyway, just found a place that sells Jammie Dodgers. Wonderful place, bought their entire stock. I've eaten a full box since Valentine's Day.

The last few days, I've woken up with my fridge open and Sir Pounce-a-lot's dinner lying half eaten on the floor. I've just assumed that I hadn't been closing the fridge properly.

But I think I'm in the process of watching him attempt to get it open himself. I will keep this riveting tale of the Cat that Could updated as details emerge.

... I don't know what I'm going to do if he has figured out how to open the fridge.

Sir Pounce-a-lot is such a smart kitty. The smartest kitty in the whole wide world.

EDIT: Yes. Sir Pounce has indeed figured out how to open the fridge. Knickerweasles.

EDIT #2: ( Photographic proof )

((OOC: In the interest of consistency, please ignore the black cat in the last photo, and pretend the kitchen is much smaller. ... For anyone who isn't already aware, Sir Pounce-a-lot is played by my kitty, Yue, and this is totally an excuse to show off my cat.))