Fat Cats = Cuddly Cats

Yes, I know what thoughts are running through your head upon your eyes glancing along this page and seeing words that have previously flown from my brain to my fingertips to the keyboard to the computer screen before you. Can it be? Can the infamous blogaholic [I find that word quite to my liking] possibly have returned to her normal state of being in which she so addictively rushes to the computer each day with news of her travels to report to her fellow humanoids and the occasional AI that happens to scan over this web page?

Well, I'm not entirely sure about that, but I am indeed here once again... although it has happened to have been awhile since last I wrote... to fill this page with random findings of myself. I know you missed me, so exclamations of joy and wonder are really not necessary. Having said that, they are welcomed.

You may be wondering what has lead me to this page again. What event, so significant and stirring, has lead our Blogging Queen to her Blogger Dashboard once again?

Tis simple. On this the day of June 2nd at a time nearing that of 3:30 in the PMular hours, I came to the realization that I had not much to do but wearily drift through the endless pages of the infamous internetial fiend known as Myspace. The sadness of fact came upon me as I soon acknowledged that, as I scoured the Myspace pages as I so often do with a blank expression upon my countenance, my Blogger Dashboard sat gathering metaphorical dust, banished to the section of my History reserved for pages that had not been visited in months. Realizing that I was in one of my eloquent rambling moods, I quickly typed in the site and rushed to my "Create Post" page. Returning to this familiar setting, a sensation of comfort weighed over me as I remembered all the times that this screen has served as a welcoming [also metaphorical] ear for my adventures. Upon this point in time, I humbly submit to it my apologies of its temporary abandonment and hope to make amends by not making myself a stranger for any longer.

Having said that, I shall now confess an issue that is heavily weighing down upon my mind, an issue so ridden with guilt.. it shall haunt me for most likely the next twenty minutes. Entering the living room after a brief visit to my chambers, I noticed mi madre's slightly large feline friend resting in slumber upon the couch. Having had my persona excited by this sight, having had it affect me as a major happy making machine, I edged over to the sleeping beast with my hand extended. Around this point in time, he was mildly shaken from his doze to stretch and yawn, a feat that I myself recognize to be quite enjoyable and all with the causing of happyness. In the midst of his yawn, which one could clearly tell he was enjoying, he sensed the presence of my rapidly aproaching hand and was rudely jolted from his yawn. Alas! He did not get to finish! Upon seeing his bewildered and confuzzled expression, a tsunami of pity, regret, and shame washed over me as I realized that I had clearly interrupted the yawn of such a cuddly feline friend. *covers her face in anguish and absolute disgust with herself*

Another thing I realized today is that I have a habit of responding to my DDR game...

That's probably not a very good thing. I attempted a song on Heavy mode at a time whenst my all was not put into the motions of dance! Therefore, my attempts at half-heartedly passing the Heavy song were futile. Upon my failing this song in mid dance action, the screen revealing my low grade appeared, and the mysterious voice of the DDR narrator or such drifted from my teley's speakers into my ears, tauntingly questioning, "Did you do your best?" Not fully aware of what I was doing, I shrugged my shoulders and said, "No.. not really."A few moments later, an appearance of comprehension and disbelief filled me as I knew... I had just answered my DDR game.

Today I've been left to my own devices by the parentals as together they rendezvous at a place outside of our abode. This makes me uber happy on the inside for seeing mi parentals frolic on their own without restrictions of children is very nice for them. They do much much for moi and mi hermano. Their outings are well deserved.

Today my Darling Senor Punch is currently at a movie theatre in the city of Lafayette as the cinematic loveliness entitled Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End passes before his eyes. I'm quite anxious to know his opinion on this movie for I know him to be a fan of the first movie of le trilogy, but quite opposed to its first sequel. Time shall tell. Ironically enough, I just received a text from my dear friend Kayla requesting my presence at the Cinematic Arena of Columbia at a time later designated for the evening time of this day to view Pirates of le Caribbean Tres. Whether or not I shall go, again, time shall tell.

I think I might do the whole shout-out thing but I'm not entirely sure who would read theirs. I'm thinking I shall do three: Senor Punch, McSexyPants, and Bert.

Senor Punch: My Love! Hola! ^_^ I know you like whenst I post so hopefully this entry was to your liking. I missed posting so :D Anywayses, I loveth you very muchness. What here shall I put? Did I ever tell you that the mental picture and remembrance of you doing the whole "Uh. Beetle Bug" thing causes me to smiley very biglike? ^_^ Thank you for doing air guitar for moi on le webcam earlier. If I find that later I cannot get in touch with you, please know that the first thing I'll assume is that you're off with a banana. LOL

P.S. You have some lovely comments waiting for you on Myspace, as always. Sorry.

McSexyPants: Mi bestest buddy :D Our late night conversation yesterday made me uber happiness and twas all with the Eryn being tiredness and laughing at almost anything. I cannot wait until next we arrange a rendezvous. I think soon I'm going to try to get in touch with Da Bank and Wendell to arrange a spazathon. Doesn't that sound cool? Spazathon. I miss them so. I really do need to call them back.... We both know I'm not very good at that... and they don't have text or IM soo... :D I <3>

Bert: Eep! My dearest Bert, my faithful little blog reader, how I miss thee! Seeing you at the Chalmette High graduation was a very large happy making machine, and not much can top the expression of surprise that passed over your face when first you spotted me in the crowds. That picture of us shall forever grace my Myspace, considering that tis one of the only ones of us that I have. Please get online soon so we can talk! I miss you uber muchleness. I loveth thou!

You know what makes me happy?

How they know have organic pizza in the frozen pizza aisles. I mean, you'd expect such a thing at the ever-amazing Whole Foods Market, but when a Whole Foods Market is nowhere in sight and you're left to buy your food stuffs at the local Wal-Mart or Winn Dixie, seeing the lovely words "Organic" written across it. I think eating organic foods is such a comfort. I'm sure at least one of you is wondering, but...

Organic food "is produced according to certain production standards. For crops, it means they were grown without the use of conventional pesticides, artificial fertilizers, human waste, or sewage sludge, and that they were processed without ionizing radiation or food additives. For animals, it means they were reared without the routine use of antibiotics and without the use of growth hormones. In most countries, organic produce must not be genetically modified"

I... just thought you guys might like to know that.

All of my snazzy jazzy love.

Tootles.

Eryn