My parents are going to look at a car for me tomorrow. meep.

The good thing about Oz is that seems to learn. He drank milk twice, got sick, and ever since he avoids it. I hope this will be his first and last foray into chocolate.

Oz is a smarter cat than Kittenish then. Which is horrible for me to type because she's pretty awesome. But, oh wow, does she still want to nom cheese. Like a frat boy doing a kegstand.

I watched it, and didn't think either goal was bad - the onside call was very close, but I didn't think it was a blown call or out of line with how I've seen a lot of calls go. The penalty was clearly justified; definitely a deliberate tackle and not a dive.

In any case, despite their opinion on the calls, both announcers clearly thought that Mexico far outplayed France, which to me is key. Bad calls are part of the game. It's a shame if they radically affect the outcome, but I'd rather have that than replay everything to death.

Agreed on both bad calls and today's play - I generally like both teams, but les bleus just weren't playing today. Very static, not a lot of team coherence, and just generally meh. Mexico had the momentum, and outplayed them regardless of whether the onside was right or wrong.

Yes, I fear the Francophone-Spanish office rivalry was not served at all by this one--and going forward I'm not sure anyone besides Cote d'Ivoire has any hope of advancing the Francophone cause.

ETA: I had to resort to making clafoutis to make myself feel better.

That should be a lot of stuff, and yet. looking around. SO MUCH MORE!

I swear, the stuff multiplies behind your back as you pack.

my little cousin is too cute, he just sent me this song: go to this page: [link] and scroll down on the myplay list until you get to the song Ohio.

Vortex, right? my books have absolutely multiplied.

food tonight:

mostly perishable, but I made a vinegrette, finished off the last of the honey, and used up a bottle of marinade getting chicken ready for tomorrow.

This is not me at all. Not in the least. Nope. Nuh-uh.

That essay (I'm calling it an essay, all right?) and the comments made me feel a lot better about my pathetic self. Well, no, it didn't really, but I felt less freakish. "Reasonable goals", you say? Interesting idea.

There are no songs about girls named Elizabeth. sits back and waits for a list of such songs, in 3... 2... 1...

(Nicknames don't count, and I hate that song you're thinking of.)

(You were thinking of "Beth"! Admit it!)

Leave the introvert kids alone, stupid adults out there in Everyone-Should-Be-Friends-Land! You're giving me horrific flashbacks to my childhood. Happiest time of life, my heiney.

I have coloring books, but I can't find my crayons. Coloring is as close as I get to being creative these days.

I would like some lasagne. Oh, well. I would also like some spaghetti with a good hearty meat sauce. I hate marinara sauce unless it's on cheese sticks or shrimp. sits back and waits for marinara sauce discussion

Cats can't eat milk, can they? I mean, don't they always throw it up? I don't know, honestly; I've never had a cat who liked milk.

I don't hate my job, really, but right now? I Hate my JOB. I want a vacation. Six months should be long enough. Fuck it, I'm going to bed.