Post by damianrocks on Mar 1, 2010 23:49:45 GMT -5
Sorry it's so short, but here it is
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Chapter Eleven: Lazy Cat
Christmas afternoon, I woke up. That’s right. I slept straight through lunch. And I didn’t care. I’d be eating a big dinner. I could wait a few hours. I took a shower and got ready for what was left of the day. Damian had texted me multiple times that morning, first to wish me a “Happy Christmas” and then to ask if I was even there, several times. Which… if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be able to reply and tell him so. I pointed this out to him and said I had been sleeping. I carried all my gifts down the stairs and placed them under the tree for this evening.
Basically, the only highlight of the day was that Butterfinger didn’t try to rip her sweater to pieces and will actually wear it. This is good to know for the future: my cat won’t attack yarn.
In fact, that might be the only highlight of my entire break, other than the news that Damian was going to visit. But that wouldn’t become officially a highlight until he arrived.
As I drove myself and Butterfinger back to campus after the New Year, I stuck a Celtic Thunder CD in the player, even though I couldn’t hear it. Butterfinger could. Maybe she’d like it. Ten minutes into the drive, I thought to myself that I was being silly, and turned off the power. Butterfinger lifted her head from her cushion in the passenger seat and stared at me indignantly. I turned it back on and she went back to pretending to nap in the sunlight. Well, it’s good to know my cat supports my boyfriend, anyways.
My January Term class was Mime for Missions. It was the only thing on the list that seemed remotely interesting. I couldn’t do any of the dance or film ones. Mime it is. I didn’t really know what to expect, and I didn’t really care. This was a two week class worth one credit hour. It shouldn’t get too complicated.
When I was back in my room, I unpacked as quickly as possible. As soon as everything was put away, I plopped on my bed, stretched, and let my back crack a few times. Butterfinger hopped up on my stomach and curled up to sleep. I realized for the umpteenth time that I have a very lazy cat.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I said and moved her to the mattress. I wasn’t planning on lying there for long. I checked my watch. It was five thirty. Damian was probably already asleep. I knew he started college tomorrow too. I quickly drove to Arby’s and had a quiet dinner by myself. I went to bed early so I wouldn’t seem too grumpy on the first day of class. Butterfinger practically buried herself between my arms and my body. My dorm was so cold that I was wearing socks and a sweater to bed. I usually go barefoot and wear a tank top. We both cuddled up close for warmth and fell asleep quickly.
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Chapter Eleven: Lazy Cat
Christmas afternoon, I woke up. That’s right. I slept straight through lunch. And I didn’t care. I’d be eating a big dinner. I could wait a few hours. I took a shower and got ready for what was left of the day. Damian had texted me multiple times that morning, first to wish me a “Happy Christmas” and then to ask if I was even there, several times. Which… if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be able to reply and tell him so. I pointed this out to him and said I had been sleeping. I carried all my gifts down the stairs and placed them under the tree for this evening.
Basically, the only highlight of the day was that Butterfinger didn’t try to rip her sweater to pieces and will actually wear it. This is good to know for the future: my cat won’t attack yarn.
In fact, that might be the only highlight of my entire break, other than the news that Damian was going to visit. But that wouldn’t become officially a highlight until he arrived.
As I drove myself and Butterfinger back to campus after the New Year, I stuck a Celtic Thunder CD in the player, even though I couldn’t hear it. Butterfinger could. Maybe she’d like it. Ten minutes into the drive, I thought to myself that I was being silly, and turned off the power. Butterfinger lifted her head from her cushion in the passenger seat and stared at me indignantly. I turned it back on and she went back to pretending to nap in the sunlight. Well, it’s good to know my cat supports my boyfriend, anyways.
My January Term class was Mime for Missions. It was the only thing on the list that seemed remotely interesting. I couldn’t do any of the dance or film ones. Mime it is. I didn’t really know what to expect, and I didn’t really care. This was a two week class worth one credit hour. It shouldn’t get too complicated.
When I was back in my room, I unpacked as quickly as possible. As soon as everything was put away, I plopped on my bed, stretched, and let my back crack a few times. Butterfinger hopped up on my stomach and curled up to sleep. I realized for the umpteenth time that I have a very lazy cat.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I said and moved her to the mattress. I wasn’t planning on lying there for long. I checked my watch. It was five thirty. Damian was probably already asleep. I knew he started college tomorrow too. I quickly drove to Arby’s and had a quiet dinner by myself. I went to bed early so I wouldn’t seem too grumpy on the first day of class. Butterfinger practically buried herself between my arms and my body. My dorm was so cold that I was wearing socks and a sweater to bed. I usually go barefoot and wear a tank top. We both cuddled up close for warmth and fell asleep quickly.