Oh boy!

In approximately ten days (10 days!), we will have a puppy in the apartment! We weren't supposed to get him until after Thanksgiving, but Elisha's mommy is bringing little Krumme to us over parents weekend, Friday after next! He's a little Dachshund from Saucey's (Elisha's doggy) first litter! Krumme is a little red one and we can't wait to have him running around!
We got his name from Harry Potter- Victor Krum. We had a list of names we had pulled from literature: Fiyero, Wicked; Atticus, To Kill a Mockingbird; Reuben, Bible; Tybalt, Romeo and Juliet; and of course Krumme. Everyone agreed that Krumme was most fitting of a small dog, both in the irony of Victor Krum being a large, strong guy as well as the direct correlation to the word crumb.

The spelling was changed for the entertainment of the drinkers in the bunch... (it's a German liquor) If I'd just forget about that detail, I'll be happier with it...

Frazzled, Frustrated, and Worried

Last week was a whirlwind of disarray.
There was some stress within the apartment- no real problems, just some tension. Fortunately, that all went away in its own time...
I had some tests, quizzes, and assignments due, but of course, that all took care of itself as the week rolled on.
Mostly of all, last week was consumed with fear. Friday, October 19, a lovely pimple like mass appeared on my left leg, and given my affinity for popping, I made it "disappear" in the only way I understand. Normal-Patricia-fashion... Turns out that wasn't such a good idea. I didn't take much notice of it over the weekend, but I did discover that the mass had done all but disappeared come Monday. Tuesday, I was slightly concerned; it had become larger- no longer was it dime sized, but more like a nickel. Wednesday I could take no more- the mass was swollen to the size of a quarter and appeared abnormal.
So I took a walk-in appointment that afternoon, got some quality reading in while I waited the two to three hours, and then had the spot looked at. Dr. Rice decided it looked most like a spider bite (as I had suspected) or perhaps a staph infection. The latter thoroughly freaked me out, given the fact that there is an antibacterial resistant strain floating around taking a death toll in the 10's of thousands, especially on high school and college campuses... I was prescribed some sweet antibiotics and instructed to drain it a few times a day until nothing more came out of it. I managed to get all of the excess ewwy out of it the first time around, and started the drugs...
The remainder of the week was a nerve wreaking experience, just waiting to see if it would get better. And I got my proof today- it is officially back to a dime size and much lighter than it's ever been!

Deuces frazzle, frustration, and worry.

Reinvention?

I chopped my hair off today.
I was tired of "looking like a horse," if you will.
(Name that movie anybody?) Thus it is now short.

Very short. I like it, and that's all that matters, yes?

No no go classes...

Tired

Busy busy busy busy weekend...
Robe soft. Bed soft.
Class suck.
Neeeeeeeeeeeeed sleep.

Or coffee...

Time is on my side...

... at least for today. I was early to music, allowing me to read on my way over and finish my binder before I had to turn it in. The music mid term was frickin' easy, and I was finished with the test within 15-20 minutes. I left there, headed toward fungus class, but stopped into work (since it's next door to my class) and took care of the fish- my only task for today. Fungus was good- not only did my friend Laura bring me coffee, but we finished 5-10 minutes early. Then I headed over to the union, met with my fellow Redliners, and we sang from 12-1 for "Mid-day Music." After finishing our set, I ate lunch, hung out with my big, and then came home! And now, since I have no homework, I'm going to spend my afternoon reading! Or perhaps sewing... I can't quite decide... Either way, I'll be chillin' with Ingrid.

Ingrid, dahling...

I've made a new friend with Ingrid Michaelson. Ok, maybe not physically, "Hello, Ingrid. My name is Patricia. Wanna be my friend?" But rather, "Ingrid is some smooth listening... She makes me feel good," kind of a friend. You know, the way Franky (Sinatra) and I are close? Yeah, that's what I mean. And if you have no clue as to whom I'm talking about, you should look into finding her music. Her cd is titled Girls and Boys, and if you watch tv and have seen the Old Navy sweater commercial, that's her song! Her voice is pure gold. Complete delight.

So- go, listen, love!

I should be in bed...

I'm sleepy...

October's started off well. Math test was rather magical today. Sonic disappointed on a couple of fronts tonight. Now I'm just sleepy.

Side note: I finished The Red Tent by Anita Diamant today. I almost cried, it was so good. Now I've picked up Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. I've enjoyed the first three and a half stories within, so that's a pretty strong indicator, right?