fuzzy and i have a date tonight, at the vet. i put a lot of catnip in her carrier. we don't have alot of time to get in the carrier and back to town, so we need the drugs, really. and we'll see what's causing the baldness. poor kitty.
in other news, i can't find my glasses. anywhere. i'm wearing the dorky brown plastic ones from sophomore year. and i expect to be blind by the time we close.
i'm supposed to start moving tonight, and i'm supposed to go back to the car place too. the car people were really very nice about the headlight thing. and i went in last tuesday to get the bulb replaced...but they didn't have any. and so i went in last night, and four guys spent half an hour removing the light only to tell me they still didn't have any. and then another half hour trying to put it back together. i hope when i go back mr. nice guy is there because it only took him about 4 seconds to do all that same work last time. mr. nice guy had me comvinced, by the ease of his workmanship, that i could totally change the thing myself next time and save alot of money. but the fellas last night have me spooked. there were wratchets, and wrenches and tiny flashlights involved. they had a guy under the car handing tools to the other three guys while they discussed things like the difference of geo and toyota, replacing the lamp verses the assembly, and how the bulb looks just fine but actually it doesn't work. i think i smiled too much, because really it was pretty funny that i was causing all that trouble for a headlight, and i hope i didn't piss them off. because honestly if i could figure out how to do it myself i wouldn't have been bothering them, and although i know it's a dumb girl thing to do...i usually defer to car guy's knowledge. out of guilt. because i don't know how to take care of mr. car short of getting the oil changed. ie: the bucking incident thanksgiving of 2002. tune up, who knew? when the guys, or girls, come out with that palette of what all your fluids look like and what they're supposed to look like, i always do what they tell me. when the filter thing looks dirty, they replace it. i have no idea what's going on and i know it, and they know it. i'm a perfect target. it's sad really.

i just made a vet appointment for fuzzy. she's losing her fuzz. her tail and her back-end are all bald. it's the saddest. it's heartbraking, my kitty is going bald.
i saw the new apartment again and got my keys yesterday. i remember it being bigger. selective memory or something. i get to start moving tomorrow. after kitty's appointment. i started packing and took down all the pictures from the walls. it's really depressing without the pictures.
as i spent the weekend coughing, napping, and actually putting some things in boxes, there isn't much to report. i did get whitechocolatespaceegg but i'm not sure i love it. i'll have to listen a few more times. i'll bring it with me sarah and you can tell me what you think.
i've been listening to a lot of country lately. as the tape player is broken. and every other station is playing christmas music. the super country station this morning had two songs back to back about kids growing up and leaving home, one left the washing out in the backyard. tsk tsk. isn't there a law of odds that some country songs should be happy? like one in ten or something?

this morning when i went jogging the sky was all pink and sunrisey, and it's t-shirt warm out. while i was out i saw a family of deer, and an eagle hunting, and altogether it was a very field and stream morning.
i've had a sore throat all week and now it is turning into a cold, and i'm very bummed. i'll probably spend thanksgiving in a nyquil coma, not that that sounds like a bad option right now. my voice is all squeaky squeaky. is it wrong that i sort of like being squeaky?
in town gossip...mr. nice construction guy brought us some news. one of the big inns on cottage street that went under was sold at auction to the people who own geddy's. i'll have to wheedle him for more information later, we can't figure out what they're going to do with that huge building. i know he has to come in because his atm card is lost. never underestimate the manipulative power of your banker.

i haven't blogged about any bank stuff in ages. mostly because there is very little of it going on just now, but a little bit because there aren't any evil customers to report on. i don't know if it's the season or what, but folks have been really nice to us. compliments abound, and the higher-ups are quite pleased. it's strange to rant about how much people like you. is that an oxymoron, can you rant about positive things? it's unfortunately sort of boring when people are all nice. the mean ones add texture. but then it's probably good to have good press before "employee recognition night". mary is dead set on us winning an award this year.
i talked to the landlord last night and he mustn't have recieved my check back yet because he is planning to give me my security deposit. funny though, it slipped my mind to tell him about it. strange. but he'll figure it out soon enough.

and also, why must my sister keep calling me and singing the slim shady song into my voice mail? well, actually i know why. because she said mom was being "shady". and i said "is mom the real slim shady?" and she said yes, actually it's been mom the whole time. so you see, i brought it upon myself. she's laughing so hard that she can hardly sing and her boyfriend is begging for mercy in the background. apparently she sings it all day, and i only got a few calls so far. it's a little better than the time meme mistakenly said we were related to celine dion and emily sang that damn titanic song for months. marginally better.

it's the funniest thing, i distinctly remember paying to have my headlight changed. i even have the bill. but you know the one side of the car is pretty dark. as though the headlight isn't actually working. it's the darndest thing.
so it's time again for worrying about reaching goals, and thus supplementing our low ass incomes. so, err, for some of you who may get calls...Dennis is a very nice guy. even if he is a wee bit conservative. very friendly, and cute, and he knows stuff about financial planning and what not. and i'll be grateful.
i've spent my morning dutifully writing referrals. i have a tendency to save them up and then get all swamped. all of you from hood are really surprised about that. unfortunately i have the same feelings toward packing. sarah, do you remember how you said instead of unpacking you'd just sit in your room and cry. that is what is happening now. it will get done, and i will be out hopefully by the first weekend in dec. but there's going to be alot of "dude, look at all this stuff" and maybe some crying along the way.

the weather is warm. and sunny. and it's november. mary and i were taking bets on whether or not it was going to snow yesterday, and now it's all sunny. i really got used to the more fluid seasons in maryland, and the dramatic changes here sort of freaks me out. but it's really beautiful and i think i'll get the car washed tomorrow. and take in the 6000 returnables that i've been ignoring since the spring. the packing will have to wait, until dark anyway. i can't spend a lovely day doing something icky like filling boxes with books and cds. that would be an abomination, and there would be smiting. i'm sure of it.
mary's husband al seems to think we're going to kill my little rose bush. he doesn't seem to have much faith in our plant rearing. it looks ok i think, but then it had all those buds and it didn't bloom. i'm supremely bummed about that still. i really like the tiny plants. the tiny bamboo, the tiny roses. ooh and tiny pumpkins. tiny stuff is cool. and did i mention the jack shit there is to do at work lately. the season ended flat out and we've been twiddling our thumbs for weeks. it's painfully dull. and we're sort of hurting to make our goals. anyone who needs a checking account, i'm all over it. we've got free gifts, and friendly service. and i promise i won't blog about you.

see how last night i was all paranoid about the check coming back. and then i said to myself, it won't be like that, no need to be paranoid. and then he tried to deposit the check. err. if he's not diligent about his banking, he won't know about it until today or tomorrow when it comes back through the mail. if he stops by his bank today, or has already, then he will know that i stopped the check. ofcourse he has my security deposit. but i have a lease he's broken. i have to find that damn lease, tonight. and i have to call the bastard, today. and i have to start purging and packing tonight, asap. anyone who knows about maine renting laws, send me your expertise.

i thought the landlord had changed the locks on me tonight. i couldn't turn my key. and since i put a stop payment on the rent check today, the obvious conclusion was that he was so mad he came and changed the locks. and then i turned it the other way. and it opened. errr...

i had my evaluation this am and it was very good indeed. if she'd gone on i might have undertaken walking on water. it'll be nice if it translates into a raise sometime, i could dig that.
al offered me his sons to help me move. they're so nice. i can handle everything myself, except for the futon. unless i take it apart, but that's not an attractive option as annie and i almost died putting it together. other than that it should be fine. it's no coincidence that all of my furniture folds, trundles, or comes apart.
i'm supposed to start another bank class today. busy bee that i am, undertaking two classes at once. lets see if i can swing it...

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i did get the apartment. i mean, it had a hallway. and closets. but dudes, it's so big it needs a hallway. to like connect the rooms and stuff. isn't that cool? and i have an ocean view. out of my bay window. if you look really far to the left and squint a little.
i'm sorry matt, but it was about the same price as something in ellsworth, except minus the gas for the commute. maybe next time i get evicted. and there's totally room for a party. probably some time in december, after the hoopla of moving.
ok and the pilgrims, do you drive through bar harbor and take rte 3 to ellsworth, because those pilgrims are pretty exposed in their evilness. leaving town it's past hulls cove on the left, you'll see gerrish's sign and then there's a small white building on the road with the demonic glow all glowy.

it is 3:30 and the sun is setting. but i could have an apartment later. well, two i guess to be all precise and stuff, and that would be exciting. and then i can start packing. which will be hella fun, i can feel it.

dude, pinky, i had no idea so many parents would take issue with that dumb thing i said. sorry 'bout that.

i'm going to see an apartment tonight. back in hulls cove. it is exciting. i hope it's nice. but then it couldn't be less charming than the current apartment. everyone local really has to see the current apartment before i leave. it's quite a sight.
speaking of sights...a bunch of drunks from the whale were standing in the middle of cottage street last night watching the sunset. one man said they should all hold hands. sometimes this town is very funny.
it's excessively weird to be driving home in the dark. especially as i have to pass the evil glowing pilgrims. matt, have you seen the evil glowing pilgrims? i hate them. and later, after thanksgiving. it will be a woman in a fur coat looking cold. to signify winter, or something. why must those people dress up mannequins in their window, why why why? it scares the shit out of me every time i drive by it. same for the people in trenton with the little glass box outside their house with the dolls dressed up for every holiday. the worst part is none of this decor is meant to be ironic. it would be funny, in an ironic type way, but no. it's legitimately freaky decorating. it's just wrong.

i accidentally brought bacon for lunch. it's dissapointing.

since i was having such a good time chatting about the whole homelessness thing, i forgot to mention the setting my house on fire thing. isn't it funny how the one should lead to the other, but the other way around. i think it's funny. anyway, yeah, fire. so, it was snowing saturday. and it was all story book with the snow covered trees and the glistening and the whiteness. and i turned the stove on to make some wintery day tea, and then i went to play on the computer. and i'm sitting, playing, and i hear this crackling. and for half a second i think "how romantic, it's just like a crackling fire that sound" and then the fire alarm goes off. it seems that those cheap ass plastic utensils, when placed in an empty pot on a hot burner, ignite. it would have been sort of spectacular if it wasn't my house and my stuff that was like flaming. but clearly tragedy was averted and since i'm so calm in a crisis (cough) only the spoon suffered real damage.
thanks matt for the very nice offer of help moving. i may need it. and i'm warming to the idea of ellsworth. i just thought of the best possible asset of living in ellsworth...delivery pizza. and maybe if i had more than two rooms, or two rooms that were bigger than the two rooms i have right now, i could have like people over. to visit. or stay. and it would be like a real house, where real people live. that would be cool. and we could order pizza. and someone would deliver it. to my house, with the people. ooooooh.

michael moore should be killed

this is actually a search that brought someone to my site. and he's from texas. and his name is dwight. dwight, dude, that is a fucked up thing to put in a search engine.

kitty likes the couch. actually, she loves the couch. she is the couch's bitch. she hasn't gotten off it except to eat and potty since i pushed it over from next door on friday. she is a couch whore. she needs a couch methadone clinic. it's really strange. the attachment to the couch. i, however, am not attached to the couch. which is good because i got a 30 days notice from the landlord this morning so the couch will probably not be with us for long. i sincerely wish i didn't spend hours trying to maneuver it accross the porch, as it seems it was all for naught. unless matt, who needs a couch, takes a fancy to it. here is a description: it is sort of a foresty green, it has been scratched by kitties before it met mine, but could be covered, and it is very squishy. you are welcome to visit it and arm wrestle the kitty for it, if indeed you like it as much as she does. and the best feature is ofcourse that it's free providing you can get it home. and maybe i'll put out cookies or something, for the couch viewing. is that too like a funeral? the couch isn't that bad. but maybe cookies would soften your heart to it and it wouldn't have to be an orphan, and then i could get cookies!!! we could all have cookies. it would be wicked awesome.
so, yeah, i have to move. again. and this is no good. i'll probably have to move to ellsworth to both be able to afford something and have a fuzzy. and ellsworth isn't that bad, is it? matt? is it that bad? there are stores that don't close. there's a denny's(i'm not sure that ups my cause much). ellsworth isn't so bad right? or trenton, trenton isn't that bad. except for the confederate flag over the IGA. that really bothers me. it bothers me so much i don't even know if it's still there because i can't bear to look up when i go by. mmm, trenton. i refuse to move to the dark side of the island. i will not go to southwest harbor, if i have to drive a half hour to work i want to be heading toward civilization. toward denny's anyway. mmm, denny's.
so, it's been a long weekend. and i'm frazzled. and the worst part of being frazzled is i get to thinking the frazzle is really really funny. and then i blog about it. i'm so sorry. there's just something about the increasing panic that i just find hysterical. no pun intended.

yesterday i went to target and bought nothing, i set fire to a taco shell in my oven, and found space for three jars of oregano in my cabinet. why do i have so much oregano. and basil. my spice shelf is like a halfway house for italian seasonings.
we just had a customer come in and yell at us because he can't keep money in his account. this happens alot. it's really not my fault you can't keep track of your money. it's just not.

my neighbor is leaving to do her cancer treatment in idaho. she wants to know if i want her furniture. do i need a couch? it's a tiny one, but i have no idea where i'd put it. i'll have to think about it. it would make me feel homey, to have a couch. but it's not long enough to sleep on. only sitting. unless you were really short. or desperate. how hard was my floor sarah? harder than the futon?
an even more important decision is what to do with my day off? a whole day off, just for me. what are the odds i'll go shopping?

poor mr. car is sick. there's definitely something wrong with the system that displays the lights on the dashboard. every morning it's been saying that my e-brake is on, when it isn't. and then the light goes off. and then it comes back on. but only in the morning when it's really cold. we'll see what it does when it's cold all the time. either that or the emergency brake is stuck on, and the light is faulty. poor car. i can live, if only just, without the tape player but car will not pass inspection with persnickety dashboard lights. maybe if car can last the winter we'll put him out to pasture next year. poor car.
contrary to predictions it has not snowed yet. poor richard and his almanac can eat it. the skies are clear and beautiful compared to last november, but there's always frost in the morning. brrrr.

they're tearing down the cat building on the corner of cottage and main street. isnt' that interesting. mary and i can't remember what the gossips said was going on down there and we're kicking ourselves for not being more efficient about the rumors. we thought it was a historical building, but bar harbor has very odd rules about their old stuff. in any case it's very exciting and we can't wait to hear what it's all about. there are supposed to be lots of changes this winter. the popular brand name outdoors store on the corner of rodick and cottage is gone for good. and the tenants above are being kicked to the curb as well. it's a pretty big building, especially for downtown, so we'll see what scandalous thing will happen there in the months to come. the pharmacy is thinking about possibly relocating to the deserted gas station in front of the supermarket and building a new building there. a three story deal. there was a truly vicious rumor that epi is going to become an acadia cor. t-shirt shop, because the 4 just aren't enough. we really hope that isn't true. the pricey in-town condo's which were supposed to be affordable rent apartments, are all still for sale and the price drops weekly. the puller farm has been sold to the heritage people and the housing commission to both preserve the landscape and create affordable housing. this last bit is a huge deal and a huge step forward for the island.
in a more thorough response to SC there is very little open. some folks waited for the last cruise ship which was yesterday, but a lot of places closed earlier than ever because the season was such crap. there are quite a few foreclosures and permanent closings, and we're anticipating more. even two cats was closed for a week, but that was some kind of computer problem. and they deserved a break.
this is about the only thing i can bring myself to talk about. among the obvius worries i could hear my cancer ridden neighbor crying through the wall and it was truly heartbreaking. i decided against letting her know that her private pain wasn't private. but i don't know if it was the right thing to do. i can't imagine how hard it is for her to be alone right now.

i think drunkness is called for. tonight.

i can't think because i'm freaking out about the election. sarah had a good idea about getting drunk and ignoring the tenseness before totals really start to come out. but i'm not a drinker, and i probably couldn't stay sober long enough to finish one drink, so that's not in the cards for me. i got some netflix today so i think i'll just watch those and not think about the results until later tonight. this is the goal anyway. i don't have anyone to bitch to, because kitty won't care, and i think i might combust if i watch it all night.
mary and i are harrassing everyone who comes in to go and vote. she's a vote counter. she's planning to be up all night so tomorrow will be lots of fun.

the person who makes up the bank calendars put election day for next tuesday. oh my.

so, everyone knows how like the pilgrims weren't actually americans. as noted in the last entry. i pointed it out to mary and she was all up in arms because betsy ross wasn't a pilgrim. and then she said "didn't we have this conversation last year" and i said probably and she said something about tia and the memories came flooding back about having crumpets at thanksgiving and how really the earth was flat. it's possible that we were a little hard on her, but really. everyone should know that betsy ross wasn't a pilgrim, and the pilgrims were not american.

one of our thanksgiving stickers shows a pilgrim girl standing in front of an american flag. what are we teaching our children?

is there a proven genetic reason for why boys can't change a roll of toilet paper?