Hoot @ MindSay 
I guess there are a few reasons, but I want to start by saying it is NOT because I am secretly a boy (eddiec, I know you've had a bad dream about this lately, and I just wanted to let you know it isn't THAT).
The first reason is, it's okay before and after school, when there aren't kids, but when school is in session... I don't wanna pee with a 2nd grader next to me (damn grown-up bathrooms being so damn far away!). You know? That's weird. As a grown-up, it's weird for me, and also, I don't EVER want to be accused of doing ANYTHING not-appropriate.
The second reason is...and it's not just this school, but apparently all schools... kids no longer know how to flush. Parents aren't teaching this skill. Everyday, without fail, if I got into the multi-stalled bathroom, I will get the privilege of seeing the remnants of someone else's bathroom time. 9 times outta 10 just yellow, but... not delicious either way.
Which brings me to my next 'weirds me out' part: A LOT of the time, there's pee in the toilet, but no toilet PAPER. In a toilet designed exclusively for girls. Are they not even doing that part? shudders
Now that I've found the 'adults only' bathroom that has a heater... this will be a non-issue because why go ANYwhere else?, but....eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!
Most folks hear the Who Who of a Hoot Owl but last night I got to hear the screeeeeeeeek screeeeeeeeeeeek of a Scretch Owl. It took me about a half hour of going from window to window trying to figure the sound out.
It drove me batty till I just stopped and smacked myself in the head. It's a Scretch Owl! And that lil noise maker was awfully close to the house for me to hear it near my window. Why would he/she be this close to the house. I debated about going outside to see if I could see him/her instead of just hearing it then I realize why Mr/Mrs Screetch was near the house.
It was attempting to hunt our baby kittens! Hahahah foiled the Owl was. My mamma cat is no fool. She moved her kittens from the barn after spotting a couple of raccoons. Then we moved them down to the smaller red barn type shed and that didn't last but a few hours when she moved them back up to the house. Between the mamma cat and the kids, the babies are pretty well protected. My mamma cat put them down in a basement window casing and the kids put a couple pieces over them to one side to give them some shelter from rain.
Now the raccoons will have to go. Randy and I can't have them as close to the house as they are. Especially with the majority of them carrying rabies. I want my barn dayumit! But the owl can stay. Having an owl near the hosue is an honor that most folks don't get to have.
Growing up my parents had a Hoot owl that kept my sister up for a year and we had a hoot owl and a couple of barn owls at our old house. But I have never seen or heard a screetch owl near my house before. But it also makes me leary, in a few different cultures hearing the call of an owl at night when you haven't heard it before also calls the death of a loved one or danger coming. I will be on my toes for the next few weeks.
Geeze can I be any more stressed?
The very first surprise that i got was from a girl. The only girl I have ever truly fell in love with. She is in Australia, which means it helps me sweet fuck nothing, so why the sudden intrusion into my life? No matter.
I determined that I don't really need a girlfriend as such. maybe just someone to hang around for a bit, be there on cold winter nights, be at places for me to take home and wake up with every now and again. I don't even need to know her name, she does not really NEED to have a name. A ghost, sleeping with ghosts. That would be nice. Not getting involved, just hanging around, being usefull.
I handed in a concept work for a firm i'm dealling with in shadow. Hoping it goes well, will pay my holiday in full for December, which by the way is going to be one two week long spree of driving long roads, being drunk in shady places, getting high on deserted beaches and tripping my way into heavens yet unheard of. will be a blast, as they say.
Taking chances. I'm busy taking chances, but it is providing me with some mild excitement. Nothing major of course, will cost y job in the end, but I don't care about my job, so there will be no harm done, little love lost. nothing anyone can't get over. ph00t.
I want to go on typing, for ever, like in a dream. write to the world how screwed up they are, how they are being cruel to little kittens and abusing the daisies. but unfortunately it will have to happen another time perhaps. not like anybody but me reads this shit
