Sketchlerette

Hey guys!  Remember me?

I'm really, really sorry I pretty much dropped off the face of the earth.  I don't know if anyone still follows me or not...I did HP/Naru/Inu xovers and wrote a Naru!Daddy fic... my life went through some rapid, intense changes, as did my priorities and interests.  It didn't help that the Naruto manga has fallen into some kind of "wtf-is-going-on" zone...

Anyway, my art skills have improved tremendously (I feel my writing has as well) thanks to some experimentation and lots of encouragement from the other fandoms.

I'll try to be more active on this name as well.  Throw in some more naruto and HP doodles.  Maybe I'll even do a kiriban?  

Right...

So, condition one: every week my grandmother comes to my parents' house for a couple of days to teach ballet at my mother's dance school.  This means she sleeps in the guest bedroom (MY bedroom, when I'm home, which is now), and I sleep on the floor in the next room over.

Condition two: we have new kittens.  Which means they get put down cellar with the litter box during the night and we lock the little cat door attached to keep them from coming upstairs while we rest in blissful unconsciousness.  Unfortunately, this sometimes leads to the older cats being unable to access the cellar if they are accidentally left inside for the night.

Combining conditions: last week I woke up on the floor to find that SOMEONE peed on my right knee.  For a brief, wildly hilarious moment, I thought I had done it myself.  But no, my status as a grown adult with full control over her bladder checked out all right and I was forced to concede that a feline was the culprit.  One who had the misfortune of having no immediate bathroom—which left an older cat—and one who was crafty and intelligent enough to go under the top cover to do his business so no one would outright see anything–which left Boris, the big, black, badass.

Yeah, we have one of those.

I forgave him, of course.  You can't begrudge a man for having to go when he has to go.

A week later, aka, last night, I was sleeping on the floor in a bundle of blankets (urine-free, thank you), when my kitty senses went off.  I woke up, still half asleep, and noticed Boris' big, black figure prowling around my head.

I looked that cat in the eye and I said, "Boris, if you pee on me, so help me God, I /will/ kill you."

As I mentioned before, Boris is a highly intelligent cat, and I knew he understood perfectly what I said to him.  So I felt confident enough to settle back down and go to sleep.

Well, the good news is, he didn't pee on me.

Nope.  No siree.

I felt something was amiss and, waking up half-asleep for the second time that night, I reached down under my covers only to put my hand into something warm and slightly soupy.

The bastard crawled under my covers, again, and SHIT right between my legs.  Of course, then came the swearing and the gagging and the over all dramatics; its a miracle I didn't wake anyone up.  Boris had slinked off with perfect timing, leaving me standing in a sea of blankets and shit at two in the morning.

A perfectly executed shit-and-run.  Well played, Boris, well played.

Thank God I'm not pregnant, because toxoplasmosis would have aborted THAT baby.

Ooooo~kay
So Dellbert the Delinquent Dell has died (no, i did not just rip off Dr. Suess), leaving me, once again laptop less.

No biggie, I'll survive.  Even if the feng sui in the computer lab is all wrong and I can't get any work done, school or fic-wise.

Anyway, I decided to Go Green and get one of those recyclable aluminum Macbooks and be super modish.  It was supposed to come in Wednesday.  It did not.

Being the apotheosis of Murphy's Law that I am, my laptop just /happened/ to be on that plane that crashed in Japan.  Goodbye macbook.

But I couldn't be too made because (a) people died and (b) it actually made a great excuse as to why I couldn't complete assignments in class. (yes, having a laptop is a requirement at my college)

So, here I am, waiting patiently for my new laptop because I KNOW they are not going to send me what they pulled out of the wreckage (RIGHT FED EX?!?) when I receive an email this morning stating that there's been another delay.

Apparently, my laptop happened to be in Alaska this time.  Where a volcano just eurupted.



Something tells me my teachers are going to have a hard time beleiving that one.

Right...So its another weekend without my roomies (i should learn to fear these) and I put a couple diet cokes in the mini fridge we have because they sustain my life.  One of them I put in the freezer so it would cool faster.  As it turned out i only ended up drinking one of them.
So I went to bed all snug and happy.  With clothes on this time too.  Sometime around 3 in the morning I was awakened by an explosion about five feet north of my head.  I think I died a little.  When I turned on the lights I saw that the fridge door was blown wide open, the little freezer door was blown completely off and there was frozen chunks of diet coke strewn all over the floor and inside of the fridge.
My beautiful diet coke exploded   The whole top of it was blown off and it was about half full of dietcoke ice.  I tried to eat that.  It didn't taste very good.
I was laughing for a good ten minutes before I even thought about cleaning it up (its my roomate's fridge...teehee).
Needless to say I was pretty freaked out the rest of the night.  I was so wound up I didn't end up falling asleep until about five.


Lesson learned: next time use an egg timer or something.

What...Like....Huh?

Both my roomates were gone for the weekend and our AC was broken so our room was deathly hot and I was all aloney on my owny.  I spent the day in my sports bra and sweatpants--like anyone else in my situation would.  And when I was tired enough to go to bed, I, being the exhibitionist I am, decided it was far too hot and took off my bra.  Not my SWEATPANTS but my bra.  And I passed out half-naked and sprawled all over the place.  When I woke of the next morning, the first thing I noticed was that my bra was back on.

How did this happen?  

The world may never know.

But I was quite upset.