An Unfenced Existence

There's something deeply satisfying about pouring freshly brewed tea out of a teapot made for one. Sure, it creates extra dishes to clean; but, still, deeply, deeply satisfying.

Now, if only I hadn't just burned my mouth on said tea, this would have been perfect.

My faith in ability to bake at least.

Today I brought home half a rum cake from work. Half a rum cake. People beg for more! I have never worked at an office where I brought home more than a slice, much less half.

Grawr.

The worst thing about having chorale late Tuesday is the fact that I just can't seem to fall asleep after practice.

I have to be up in five hours. D:

Vincent has adrenal.

I currently have some extra manga that I bought without realizing that I had made the same exact purchase a few months earlier. Unfortunately, I can't return them to Border's becuase it's been over 60 days since I bought them. So, now I have three random volumes of different series' to get rid of - what do you think the best way to unload them would be? I've never re-sold anything on the internet or done a book exchange, so any advice anyone can give on the best way to resell them would be greatly appreciated.

The books are as follows:

Monkey High! Vol. 3 - Brand new condition, never been read.

S.A. Special A Vol. 7 - Brand new condition, never been read.

d.Gray-man Vol. 12 - Like-new condition, flipped through it once.

Is it bad that whenever it starts to rain I immediately think: Oooh! Free car wash!! More wind! Clean the sides!

We had a spectacular storm here this morning - deep, rumbling booms, hard rain, lightening every five to ten seconds. And I'm not talking about cloud to cloud lightening, the stuff you only see as flashes in the sky. I'm talking about cloud to ground (or ground to cloud, whichever is the current prevailing theory these days)or cloud to cloud to ground. Just awesome stuff. Made for an interesting, if entirely too slow, drive to work this morning.

In fact, we're at the tail end of our second storm for the day, which also had good thunder bumpers, lightening, only this time, we had hail! Whoo! I love me some hail! :/

Just to get it out of the way: Oooooh, fuck you California. How is it possible that Iowa is more liberal than you are?

*ahem*

On to Heather's Evil Moment of the Day:

I was driving on Rte 28 South on my way home today, when I noticed a large black Acura SUV dodging in and out of the two lanes behind me. Supposedly this was an attempt to go down the road faster. Eventually this SUV, driven by a "Soccer Mom" type, did pass me. However, a few minutes later, after a bad call by said driver, I passed her again. She bobbed in and out from behind me a couple of times, when I struck upon a really, seriously, evil idea.

So I sped up a little, made it seem like I was going to go fully pass the truck in the right lane next to me, thus freeing her up to dodge around said truck. HOWEVER (and this is the truly evil part), when she gets behind me again I take my foot off the gas just a little bit.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I ease my car to come in line with the truck in the right lane, until we're driving at essentially the same speed with this woman in this big black SUV is going slowly insane. And by insane, I mean, literally, pulling her hair, pounding the steering wheel, throwing her hands up on the air kind of insane.

It was HILARIOUS. Eventually I did let her pass and she zoomed on ahead, while I had a good chuckle to myself. Not five minutes later, lo and behold, I pass her again. Only this time, her crazy lane changing ways are curtailed by the traffic and she gets stuck behind me (again!) not of my design.

*insert evil laugh here*

I bought a betta fish today. He's dark blue and gorgeous. I hope he lasts longer in this house than the last one. It helps that I'm going to keep him in my room where the cat rarely goes unless I'm in here. I'm glad to have a pet that can keep me company in my room again. And he's ridiculously cheap compared to the ferrets. But I still love my boys.

I've decided to name him Sven, because my mom didn't like the name Then. Also - why do I seem to keep on getting male pets...?

The weather should not be flirting with 100 degrees in freakin' April. God.

I want my spring weather back. *whines*

Princesses don't do dishes,
And they certainly don't do floors.

They don't do hallways,
And they refuse to do doors.

Princesses don't do attics,
And they won't do baths.

And no matter how much you tell her,
She won't do maths.

Princesses don't do any of these things,
For if they do, they won't become Queens.

(A poem on why I didn't dump the dishwasher, made up on the spot while clutching Vincent. Sorry, Dad.)