Friday, April 21, 2006
of raccoons and the long-drawn out process of studying tax law
raccoons are infinitely cute creatures (see below).
they are nice and furry, about the size of a medium huggable teddy bear, have long striped bushy tales, and look like bandits.
they also sleep during the day and come out only at night to scurry for food.
racoons are a common sight in vancouver at night. you can generally spot one while walking along the quieter less well-lit roads of ubc after the sun has gone down.
and i guess i happened to catch myself one of them while i was here, too.
the only problem with the raccoon i caught is tt it seems to be a lot lazier than other raccoons. for one, it sleeps a hell of a lot more. i mean, i was trying to get it to wake up today after at least 3 prior attempts, and it was impossible no matter what i did. every single time the raccoon would whine and pout and demand another 15 mins of rest time. like it hadn't slept enough the night before.
when it had.
finally, after some advice from diana ("nb"), i resorted to physical force to drag the raccoon from its slumber. and as it woke up mentally, it realised tt it had a more than legitimate reason to panick, especially after sandra sent over her tax law muggers from the other side of the country.
and erm. discussed with me the culture in sub saharan africa about a tribe of women who believed tt severing their clitoris and sewing closed their vagina was a means of empowerment tt also made them marriageable material (??!!??!!). like. what the FUCK???!!! seriously.
the raccoon then got significantly stressed to the point tt it was merely alternating between typing furiously (and encountering spoilt capslock keys) and moving periodically from its sedentary position to emulate a chimney, while i decided to play devil's advocate and re-arrange my entire itunes playlist + categorise all my 2030 songs right next to it.
i now have 17 separate playlists to choose from - including 3 tt are named "i feel old" (90s old school like 'beastie boys', 'blessid union of souls' and 'collective soul', "i feel ancient" (80s retro like 'acdc', 'cyndi lauper' and 'haddaway'), and "i feel extinct" (oldies like 'frank sinatra', 'doris day' and 'marvin gaye' [yes. i like their music too])! and i'm not even done yet!!! hur hur hur.
at 6pm i decided i would go for a run.
so i donned my shirt and running shorts and stepped outside...
to find out tt it was FUCKING COLD!!!
KNNCCB!!!
i should have checked the weather network before i bounded on out! 8 degrees and windspeeds of 30 km/h. my god the wind was an absolute killer! i cut short my run by 30 min because it was too cold to be out too long. na bei. everyone else i passed while running were docked in pants and jackets. i was the only moron in shorts. sigh.
but nonetheless, it was another slow but good run. my legs ache like fuck again, but i miss the feeling.
poor stressed raccoon was still furiously typing at its laptop when i returned, but we were able to contact our dear farnie for dinner nonetheless. she was studying with sulynn and lionel at this part of school with a vulgar name - CHiByE -, so we decided to meet for dinner at this jap restaurant tt was as yet undiscovered by us.
unfortunately, the waiting time was ridiculously long. it was as if they had had to walk over to alberta to get the beef and the chicken for the teriyaki. and because the raccoon was singularly focused on mugging, it had no interest whatsoever in sustaining meaningful conversation. except when conversation drifted towards blogging and politics. but when conversation drifts towards blogging and politics, as it usually does when the lethal combination of all 3 of us come together, it also alienates the less politicall-inclined of those of us.
the raccoon bounded away quickly once it had received sustenance; for the rest of us (lionel had also left early), we decided to go grab sulynn's bike back at CHiByE, and a java chip frappacino for me at starbucks, and after tt farnie and i headed back to totem.
where i now am.
the poor raccoon is still working away at the long drawn-out process of studying tax law.
*muakz* i should kiss it more to make it feel better, but i think i've kissed it so much tt kissing ought to be made illegal for us, already.
they are nice and furry, about the size of a medium huggable teddy bear, have long striped bushy tales, and look like bandits.
they also sleep during the day and come out only at night to scurry for food.
racoons are a common sight in vancouver at night. you can generally spot one while walking along the quieter less well-lit roads of ubc after the sun has gone down.
and i guess i happened to catch myself one of them while i was here, too.
the only problem with the raccoon i caught is tt it seems to be a lot lazier than other raccoons. for one, it sleeps a hell of a lot more. i mean, i was trying to get it to wake up today after at least 3 prior attempts, and it was impossible no matter what i did. every single time the raccoon would whine and pout and demand another 15 mins of rest time. like it hadn't slept enough the night before.
when it had.
finally, after some advice from diana ("nb"), i resorted to physical force to drag the raccoon from its slumber. and as it woke up mentally, it realised tt it had a more than legitimate reason to panick, especially after sandra sent over her tax law muggers from the other side of the country.
and erm. discussed with me the culture in sub saharan africa about a tribe of women who believed tt severing their clitoris and sewing closed their vagina was a means of empowerment tt also made them marriageable material (??!!??!!). like. what the FUCK???!!! seriously.
the raccoon then got significantly stressed to the point tt it was merely alternating between typing furiously (and encountering spoilt capslock keys) and moving periodically from its sedentary position to emulate a chimney, while i decided to play devil's advocate and re-arrange my entire itunes playlist + categorise all my 2030 songs right next to it.
i now have 17 separate playlists to choose from - including 3 tt are named "i feel old" (90s old school like 'beastie boys', 'blessid union of souls' and 'collective soul', "i feel ancient" (80s retro like 'acdc', 'cyndi lauper' and 'haddaway'), and "i feel extinct" (oldies like 'frank sinatra', 'doris day' and 'marvin gaye' [yes. i like their music too])! and i'm not even done yet!!! hur hur hur.
at 6pm i decided i would go for a run.
so i donned my shirt and running shorts and stepped outside...
to find out tt it was FUCKING COLD!!!
KNNCCB!!!
i should have checked the weather network before i bounded on out! 8 degrees and windspeeds of 30 km/h. my god the wind was an absolute killer! i cut short my run by 30 min because it was too cold to be out too long. na bei. everyone else i passed while running were docked in pants and jackets. i was the only moron in shorts. sigh.
but nonetheless, it was another slow but good run. my legs ache like fuck again, but i miss the feeling.
poor stressed raccoon was still furiously typing at its laptop when i returned, but we were able to contact our dear farnie for dinner nonetheless. she was studying with sulynn and lionel at this part of school with a vulgar name - CHiByE -, so we decided to meet for dinner at this jap restaurant tt was as yet undiscovered by us.
unfortunately, the waiting time was ridiculously long. it was as if they had had to walk over to alberta to get the beef and the chicken for the teriyaki. and because the raccoon was singularly focused on mugging, it had no interest whatsoever in sustaining meaningful conversation. except when conversation drifted towards blogging and politics. but when conversation drifts towards blogging and politics, as it usually does when the lethal combination of all 3 of us come together, it also alienates the less politicall-inclined of those of us.
the raccoon bounded away quickly once it had received sustenance; for the rest of us (lionel had also left early), we decided to go grab sulynn's bike back at CHiByE, and a java chip frappacino for me at starbucks, and after tt farnie and i headed back to totem.
where i now am.
the poor raccoon is still working away at the long drawn-out process of studying tax law.
*muakz* i should kiss it more to make it feel better, but i think i've kissed it so much tt kissing ought to be made illegal for us, already.
# posted by Kitana @ 4/21/2006 03:03:00 PM 
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