"No stopsigns, speed limits. Nobody's gonna slow me down"

Following the norm here, I'm gonna give a shout-out to another favorite band of mine.

AC/DC.

Shit man, they pump me up. They really do. Highway to Hell is such a great song to get the blood flowing. It's high-energy, and it just doesn't let up the whole way through. It's what a true rock 'n roll song should be. There's a band called "Iced Earth" that I've never heard of before, and they've done a cover of the song I speak of. It's amazing. Really and truly is. They actually made the song better, in my opinion.


But what does my opinion matter?

A lot to some people. It seems my kind words are finally starting to pay off. I have much to look forward to when I move back to the city, and I ain't talking about getting an education. That's a given. What I'm talkin' about is something more exciting.
I'm talkin' blanket forts, scary movies, and popcorn.

Y'know what's kinda freaking me out lately? Cats.
I mentioned something on my Facebook status recently about wanting a cat, and ever since then, I've seen an abundance of different cats coming up on my patio. Maybe it's a strange coincidence, but the paranoia in me suggests that cats can read minds.
Bear with me here; indulge my fantasy for a moment. I'm thinking that maybe, just maybe, these are stray cats that want/need to be helped. And maybe they can sense that I love cats. Maybe they know that I'd help them out if I could.
But I can't take 'em into the house, because mom hates cats. If it was up to me and dad, I'd have a cat on the computer desk in front of me right now.
I love cats. Ever since I lived on Kildare Place, and had to share the house with Susan's cat, Bailey, I've taken an even bigger liking to them. Cats, that is.
So I'm really diggin' seeing all these cats around outside, but it kills me, because I really can't do much to save them from the cold. There's been at least five or six different ones since Sunday afternoon, and I want each one of them as a pet.

Don't get me wrong. It's not that I don't like dogs, or anything, but man, I really want a pet cat. It could be the closest thing to a baby I'll have in the next five years. And we all know how much I want children. Eventually, I will have 'em.
I guess until then, I'm gonna have to settle with cats.

I'm gonna look into adopting one from the SPCA when I move back into town. I'd want one that can sit in my lap all day long, and let me pet her. One that I can pick up and carry around on my shoulders.

I shall call her Oregano.

Or if it's a black cat, I'll call him Mr. T.



Yeah, I'm a little looney.


Or maybe I could find a nice girl who already has a pet cat. That'd be alright, too.



Okay, enough about cats...
I'm gonna go do some more pushups soon. My shoulders are really starting to get sore, though. I really need a massage. I wonder how much it costs to get a professional one done?


Apparently I change my FB status a little too often... I see nothing wrong with that. I speak my mind. If I've got something that needs to be said, I'll say it. Even if it doesn't need to be said, I'll say it, too. I like to speak. I like to say things.
Even if they don't mean anything, I use words.

I think it's a good thing I'm gonna be majoring in linguistics. The study of language appeals to me. It's almost a necessity for me to study it if I want to be a writer. I'd like to think I have a good grasp on how to speak, and use my words, etc., but a formal education could never ever hurt me.

Then I can start my career as a writer, move to a shack by the sea with my girl who may or may not exist yet, and we can share art with each other.
I'd love to be able to collaborate with someone on a book. Maybe a children's book for adults is in the works. hmmm..... Jesus Claus.... I wonder.....


I can't wait to move out to St. John's again... I need to get out and start doing things. I can read all I want about what's going on in the world, but I need to physically experience things, as well. My writing is getting a little stale.

I want something really cool and great to happen soon, so I can have something exciting to write about.