Today a maintenance man in my building asked me if i was in high school. what? maybe once or twice in my life has anyone ever thought i was younger than i am. never 5 years though. what? when i was 19 someone thought i was 28.

crazt.

So I got a cat. His name is Oscar. He's about 6 months old (they aren't really sure). He has tuxedo markings which means he's almost all black except for a white belly, chest and paws (like he's wearing a tux jacket).

right now he's on my bed bathing himself. he's so cute. He has his first vet visit tonight after I leave work, I'm sure he'll LOVE it.

I adopted him from the City of Buffalo Animal Shelter. There's really no particular reason I chose the animal shelter over the SPCA or the Humane society except that the animal shelter is closest to my apartment and the adoption fee is lower. Granted, he's not fixed and all the animals at the SPCA are.

I'm pretty sure the guy behind the desk at the shelter thought I was cute. Which I really don't understand why, I looked like total crap. I think he liked me because cats over 4 months are supposed to be $30 and Oscar was only $20, the deposit to ensure you get them fixed (according to the website) is $75 and I only gave $50 and he did something else too but I wont mention it in here for fear he get in trouble.

I recommend the animal shelter if you are interested in a kitty. Oscar is a sweetie pie. see?:




the baybay

lounging on the bed before mommy goes to work.

e:mk is allergic to cats. But she's just about as allergic to cats as she is to dogs and we've had dogs our entire lives. basically our solution is that Oscar isn't allowed in her room. It seems to be working out ok, she doesn't seem bothered by his dander. I wipe him with these cat wipes that he haaaates, but i gotta do it.

He jumps up at like every little noise inside and out. he keeps pouncing on my hands as I type. Ok enough about the keeeten. he's so cute!!!

back on estrip. I must've missed or deleted my confirmation to change my email address so i was out of commission for a few days.

any tick, here I am. If only I had anything interesting to post about.

Friday night my cousins aged 8 and 10 came over to watch High School Musical 2. Having only seen part of High School Musical 1, i didn't really care. And it was awful. The singing was TERRIBLE. Ok not everyone. They sounded so canned and studio-ified I couldn't handle it. Even still I could tell who was good and who was bad. Vaness Hudgens or whatever her name is should never sing or really act again. Her career is over after this franchise goes the way of many other teen star vehicles.

yeeeees. then saturday night I did nothing. I went to bed at like 10. Im basically the coolest person I know.

wooohooo!!!

So I've entered some kind of funk (no not a fun musical kind). I'm really sad about school starting on Monday because I won't be there. Some people hated college and couldn't wait to get out. I loved it. Like every minute of it. Well every minute of college that was spent at UB.

This girl who moved into my old apartment and moved into what will always be "Susan's Room" to me, posted all these pictures and it made me so sad. A lot of it looks exactly the same and I just miss it so much. There was a picture of my old room too totally rearranged (thank god) I think I might've cried if it was set up the same way. It probably seems ridiculous to a lot of people that I'm this sad, but I can't help it, college and UB were the best and I really can't believe that its all over. Part of me wishes I had moved away because I think that would've made the transition easier.

I keep getting invited to parties being held by people that still go there. I want to go so badly but I can't be that graduate that still hangs around. I've been afraid of being that guy since like the beginning of senior year.

As of now I have a job that I like but I don't forsee making into a career. I'm comfortable here and I like most of the people I work with. Starting after labor day I'll be working for 2 attorneys instead of 1 and then I think things will be easier because I won't have as much down time.

So being a bad friend isn't good. I'm honestly tired of seeing shows where the entire cast is made up of people I know. That's why I didn't see Pope Joan in which I knew the entire cast, crew, the director and the wrtier. I just can't take this incestuous clusterfuck that is the Western New York theatre community. THere are some very talented people working here, I'll never deny that, but I just can't stand seeing any more shows in which I personally know at least 90% of the cast. I also hate waiting after the show and doing the required "Hi! Great show! I really enjoyed it! It was so good!" I just hate that, even if I mean it, I hate saying it, it just all feels so forced.

I love my kitty but he likes to get really wound up at about 10:00 pm and stay that way until like 12:00 am which usually consists of him pouncing on my feet and hands when I move them under my comforter, bolting from my room to the living room and back again, crashing over plastic bags on the way. He's also taken to just standing on me, sometimes he uses me as a stepping stone but he really likes just standing on me while I'm trying to sleep. But he's cute and he's my baby and I love him.

I can't wait until more time has gone by and I move away from this depression I feel. I'm not like unable to get out of bed and not eating (that will never happen) but at night when I go to bed I get really sad and I feel really alone.

I listen to the women I work with complain incessantly about their kids and their husbands and exhusbands and just so much around me is depressing and disheartening. A new attorney just started in the criminal department, and one of the secretaries on my floor (one of the divorced ones) was really eager to find out if he was single or whatever. Its frightening how eager these women are to be married or remarried or whatever. It freaks me out. I'm so scared of becoming like that.

This has been Depressing You with Anne Maloy.
Whoa, what a downer.

I enjoy scrolling through people's posts and old posts that I may have skipped over in the past. There are soooooo many posts by soooo many people talking about relationships its totally crazy. I totally understand that most of us are at an age where most of our good friends and possibly ourselves are married or getting married.

I'm never in a relationship (well not a romantic one) so I don't complain about them. I do, however, occasionally complain about being single. But, really, I don't care that I'm single, it doesn't bother me. The only time in recent memory that I can think of where I wished I was dating someone is that time between work and bed when e:MK is out somewhere and I'm alone and like my shoulder really hurts and I wish someone was there to rub it. Honestly, that's about it. Sleeping alone is fine and actually preferrable to me. I have lots o' friends so I can always find someone to see a movie with or grab coffee with if I feel so inclined.

It's just that the never ending sagas of people in relationships and those wanting to be in relationships just makes me tired. Whether they're young and dating (or trying to date), young and married or married with a bunch of kids, most people I know who are in a relationship complain about it themselves or their friends do. There are, of course, exceptions, but most of the time it just seems like the person is mostly miserable. Most of the women I work with tell me never to get married and never to have kids. Most of these women are also married and have multiple children. None of them are leaving their families but many of them wish they had known how stressful it would be before they got into it and would have changed things before they did them.

I cause myself enough stress and worry...adding someone else's worries to that would just be terrible. Although maybe if there was someone else I'd have less time to think about my own issues...of which there aren't many. I'm so boring. haha.

Most likely the reason I feel this way is because I've never been in a really great relationship. Like I've never been in love or anything really even close to love so I don't know first hand what I'm missing out on. Maybe if I did know I'd be telling a different story.

There's a guy with a lot of seniority on my floor, and basically if he doesn't like you or his secretary doesn't like you...you're gone. That's it. Bye bye!. It doesn't matter who you are, secretary, paralegal or attorney. It makes me nervous to be around him. I'm afraid i'll say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing and then I'll get fired. Granted, being an attorney he knows he must have a reason to fire someone, so apparently he usually just convinces the person that its time for them to leave. Ew.

He's a D.

I take the bus to work. This way (if I don't miss the bus) I'm guaranteed to be at work on time. It also picks me up 7 houses away and drops me off directly across the street from my house.

I get the bus at 8:32 am. It's perfect. I usually get to my desk at ten minutes to 9.

For no reason I can see (my dad claims they do careful studies,..i say phooey) my morning bus will now come at about 8:18. I am NOT a morning person and therefore losing 14 minutes blows. The next one doesn't come til 8:48.

I know, life's tough...I could always drive, but I already have my September bus pass. Oh yeah, I have a bus pass. admit it., you're jealous. a little bit? no?

Today is my favorite day of the year. Cast List day. its the day at UB when the cast list for the semesters shows are posted. The tears, the drama, the surprises, teh excitement. It's great. I love it. It's my first cast list day I will not be a part of. Boooo. Cast list day comes but twice a year. The only reason its enjoyable to me is that I'm not an actor so my life is not really influenced by who is in the show, my job is basically the same regardless of the cast.

time for work!