what the hell am I doing up this early and why haven't I gone back to sleep? well, I'm glad you asked. I had to get up and feed the cats since my parents left yesterday afternoon for their vacation. They haven't called so I'm guessing they made it on their flight ok, they might even be landing at SEA as I write this. I hope so, I know my mom hates not making it onto flights. W and I had to drive up to his sister's house way up on Tantalus to pick up some Boo-Boo Zap that my brother wanted but was unable to get while he was here last week. W's nephew Stone was so cute with his new Star Wars toys that we stayed a little bit too long and my mom began to panic that she'd miss her flight. As it was, we got to the airport at 3:58 for a 4:45 flight. But like I said, they haven't called.

so I had to come up here and feed the cats. They are so spoiled. Speaking of, did I remember to put the food back in the refrigerator? I feel like I didn't, I better go check.

I was right, I did forget.

so I fed the cats which is really stupid, in my opinion, more on that in a second. Sammy, the infamous peeing cat, was stuck in my parents' room, I don't know how long. It's not really a life threatening problem or anything, since there's food, water, and a box in there, it's just that Sammy tends to pee when he gets upset, and he gets upset easily. The best I can figure, he got stuck in there when my mom was still home. I don't really remember seeing him last night and Kuro, who is supposed to be in there, was outside. Usually she will open the door to come out and, not knowing yet how to close the door behind her, leaves it open for whoever to go in. However, like I said, she was out. Unless she opened it, came out, Sammy went in, and the wind slammed it shut after that. Could be, guess we'll never know. I couldn't find any pee-ed on spots, but I didn't really look too well. I check some obvious things like pillows, but I'm not guaranteeing the room is pee free or anything.

so you know, I get kind of "awake" if I just stay awake and start doing stuff. I went to sleep around 1 so waking up at 6 is not too bad, I suppose, I've had worse. for some reason, although I don't feed them on a regular basis, whenever it's my responsibility to feed the cats, I end up waking myself up around 6, even though my alarm is set for 630. I refuse to feed them any earlier, even though they've got my mom trained to feed them earlier and earlier.

their daily feeding of canned food (in addition to their constant supply of dry food) used to be served when my mom woke up, around 9 or so. It slowly got moved earlier as the cats began to bang at her door, waking her up to feed them. For a long time it was between 6 and 630, when my dad usually gets up. lately, my mom says, they've been waking her up almost an hour earlier. the thing is, she actually listens to them and gets up and feeds them. then complains about being tired because the cats woke her up too early. personally, my feelings are that the cats are spoiled enough, getting canned food everyday, something that used to be a special treat, they don't need to be dictating the time I wake up too. that's why I always plan it for 630. if I wake up earlier, which so far, I always have, then they'll get fed earlier, but it's been consistently around 6. even at 6, when I come out or up to feed them, they act as though they've been starving, nevermind the never empty bowl of dry food.

the cats will all eat a few bites, but then they'll be done. I guess they just want a taste. I only give them each about a teaspoon of food because I know, the cats will only eat about half of it. then they all leave and Mr. Perkins and Doggie, the two pigs, will stay behind and eat theirs, plus all the left overs of the other cats. I usually have to leave right after dropping their food because it makes me feel a bit ill to watch those two smacking up the left over food, doggie purring ridiculously loud while he eats and Perkins making those horrible licking noises. His mouth is too dry or something. I feel ill now, just thinking about it.

these cats are really really spoiled. some times it irritates me, but only when it inconveniences me, like in the mornings when I have to feed them. or when I have to clean up pee or vomit on their special sitting towels (yes, they have their own towels). the worst is when they are sitting in the chairs and my mom makes us get a new chair to sit in so the cat won't have to move. so if you were to stop by our house at dinner, you'd see the people sitting in lanai chairs or lounge chairs while the cats are cruising on the actual chairs that go with the dining room table. if you depose a cat and my mom sees, she'll poo-poo over the cat and give her chair to it, giving you stink eye and muttering evil things about you.

she claims if she stops spoiling them, Sammy will pee more. As I see it, he's already peeing a whole lot anyway, what's a few more gonna hurt. It's a constant battle with him, he pees, we clean it up, he pees some more. Like a spoiled baby child who never gets better. No matter what you do for him, he's never happy enough. What do you do with someone like that? We can't surgically alter him anymore, he's already sans nuts. We could get rid of him but my mom knows no one would take him, if we, the animal sanctuary couldn't deal with him, he'd get put to sleep.

Santy, my cat, recently moved downstairs with me and W. My mom was all "poor Santy, he wants to come back upstairs, he misses me and the other cats, he's lonely down there when you're not home, blah blah." She even "cat-napped" him one evening, sneaking him upstairs into her room. This kind of stuff went on the first week or so, until I told her that Santy gets more attention being the only cat downstairs, even with us being gone a lot, than he ever did or would get upstairs with the 5 other cats and everyone being gone all the time. I guess she agreed, either that or she just got too busy with finals.

speaking of, am I glad they're over. A little nervous about one class, other than that I'm just waiting to see how well I passed my classes. I already know I have two As, I'm expecting two Bs and an unknown, I hope it's a C. You know you're doing bad when you're hoping for a C. I was getting a B+/A- before the final, but I didn't complete the final and the part I did complete was pretty shitty. I blame my mom and her graduation, but I guess that doesn't really matter now. It's done and all I can do is wait with fingers crossed, if I was the sort to do that kind of thing. The finals not all of the criteria, there's class attendance (hahaha) and participation. I think I missed about 8 days, but when I was there I feel I participated well. but like the excuses, it doesn't matter now. nothing to do but wait until the grades post on the first. At the best I'll have gotten my C and everything will be fine. At the worst, I'll be taking 3 classes instead of two in the fall, and everything will be fine.

So my parents did leave for a week long vacation. It was a mother's day, graduation, birthday, father's day, birthday gift for both mom and ed, especially because the last time Ed had a vacation was sometimes in the early 90s. It was from me, lil p and W, although for some reason, no one has given me any money yet, but hey, what's a little more debt? ugh.

they were supposed to go to disney land until my dad decided that maybe they should just drive around instead. I blame my mom for this. she's always griping about how they don't have any money and how they can't afford to do anything. yet she's almost constantly spending money on whatever, most recently a whole lot of baby shit for some guy from school and his wife. she justified this to me by saying if it weren't for people giving her stuff at her two baby showers for me, I would have ran around in my dad's old t-shirts and suffered a more horrible life than I did. that still doesn't make me feel better. the way I see it, my parents were young and stupid. My mom knew my dad had a problem but still stayed with him and had another kid with him. She was only 20, so I can't hold it against her too much, haven just been 20 about 4 years ago, remembering how not ready to have a baby, let along two babies, I was, not that I was planning or anything. but what I'm thinking is college educated people should be smart enough not to have babies until they are in a financial position to not have to rely on people to give them bottles for their baby which was due 2 days ago. I mean, if you still don't have bottles when your baby is supposed to be home already, because you can't afford them and are waiting for some one to buy them for you. hmm... maybe you shouldn't be having babies quite yet. I suppose accidents are one thing, but not really, because I come from the school of sex being an act which could potentially create a baby, therefore, if not ready for baby, not ready for sex.

so does that mean I haven't been having sex, being not ready for a baby? haha, well, let's just say, if something had happened, I was almost always in a comfortable enough situation to deal with it without having to beg for supplies. and now? well, being with W, the belly button man, I'm not especially worried about anything suddenly sprouting up. but if it did, W would just have to stop spending the other half of his paycheck on video games, no biggie. not that we want to have a baby right now, although it's been floating around in my head, only in abstract thought though, nothing dangerous. we don't have plans to get married yet, and I think we both want to be married before starting a family, so it's not something that will be going on any time soon. it's something nice to think about though. Sometimes when I see all the pregnant people, I think about when it will be my turn but not in a I'm gonna run out and try to get pregnant kind of way. it's kind of like when you're a kind and you think about when you'll be big enough to do certain things.