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Past from the Blast

So here’s a video I’d completely forgotten I’d uploaded to YouTube (I found it after logging onto my old AntarcticaFreak account).

This is my mom filming me doing stuff with stencils (??). Also, animals. The kitty is Baby Slick, and the dog is Mindy. This was our house in Troy.

Good times.

Annabelle (not the movie)

It’s my kitty’s birthday today!

Since she’s all the way back in Moscow and I miss her, I shall spam you with photos. ‘Cause why not.

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More Pictures

I found some more pics while I was packing this afternoon. Therefore I shall share them.

This is me with my cat Wooder.


This is an older me with an older Wooder. Note the drawing on the wall. My mom let me draw and write all over the walls in my room when we lived in Troy. How awesome is that?


This is my dad with Wooder. I don’t know if I was alive yet.


Me with Brutus (the black one) and Lena, siblings from a litter from my mom’s older cat, Gracie. Haha, I have so much paint on my pants. And the cats are like let me go, weirdo.


I was a cat lady from birth.

And so it begins. Again.

Blah, so I got back to Vancouver today.

We had to drug Annabelle for the car ride, but she was still freaking out in her carrier so I had to keep her on my lap the whole time. I guess the drugs made her unable to work her back legs, because at one point she kind of sank down into the gap between the middle seat and my seat with only her head and front paws sticking out. It was pretty cute. I don’t think she remembers any of it.
But yeah, I probably won’t be back to Moscow until summer (if at all, it depends on what I’m doing at that point).
Now we wait around a few days until my mom’s boyfriend gets here and they go sailing for a few weeks. It’s going to be an interesting few days when they’re both here in my apartment.


Today’s song: Rude Boy by Rihanna


We had to put our cat Romeo to sleep today. We found him in the shade of a bush, unable to move—we think he had a stroke. So my mom held him and I drove us to the vet where we put him down.


RIP Romers, we love you!

Today’s song: Everyone by Socialburn

Friends with fins

And my third attempt at keeping a living creature alive on my own is…another fish!

Actually, it’s two fish! And they’re celestial goldfish, which mean they look like this.
And they’re freaking awesome!
And I can’t stop using exclamation points!!

Anyways, on to more serious business: what the world should I name these guys? Possible options I’ve thought of so far include:
~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
~Coefficient Alpha and Chi Square (tests and measurements stuff, don’t ask)
~Rousseau and Voltaire
~Plato and Socrates
~Pearson R and Spearman’s Rho (more tests and measurement stuff)
~Lewis and Clark
~Freud and Jung


Help me name my ichthyoids!

It’s a title that goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and…

My beta died like 6 months ago and I’m feeling the loss now. So I’ve decided I’m going to get a new fish for dorm room companionship. A goldfish. One of those bug-eyed ones. That will rock. I shall name him “Bug-Eye” or something equally as awesome.


“Plato” is also an option.

I’m going to have fun with this.