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Since I have not done much blogging for a while, I have neglected to use this method of announcing tohe world that I have a second cat now. He’s five and a half months old, he’s orange and white, and his name is Melchizedek because that is an adorable name. Yes, I know it’s weird. But it’s adorable. He also goes by Houdini, which is one of his middle names. He acquired it when he learned how to open his cat carrier from the inside. Anyone who knows me on facebook has already seen many pictures of my little guy, but for your viewing pleasure, I’m going to post a bunch of them here, along with a few relatively recent pictures of my older cat, Romana. Please remember to go “AWWWWW!” frequently as you scroll through these pictures.

These first two are from the day he moved in with me

These first two are from the day he moved in with me

My facebook caption for this picture was, “Do you have these in a smaller size? It fits a bit loosely at the heel.”

My facebook caption for this picture was, “Do you have these in a smaller size? It fits a bit loosely at the heel.”

Double cat nap

Double cat nap

Romana wasn’t sure she liked him at first, but she changed her mind

Romana wasn’t sure she liked him at first, but she changed her mind

Kitty hug

Kitty hug

All worn out

All worn out

Melchizedek really enjoyed his first Christmas

Melchizedek really enjoyed his first Christmas

Slumber party in the cat carrier

Slumber party in the cat carrier

I took this picture on Christmas Eve

I took this picture on Christmas Eve

My beautiful Romana

My beautiful Romana

Kitten in the ceiling

Kitten in the ceiling

On Instagram, I hashtagged this #tisgoodtobeanindoorcat

On Instagram, I hashtagged this #tisgoodtobeanindoorcat

Romana loves to help me with jigsaw puzzles

Romana loves to help me with jigsaw puzzles

I have a thing for cat close-ups

I have a thing for cat close-ups

Can you really blame me? My cats have lovely eyes.

Can you really blame me? My cats have lovely eyes.

Romana does this thing where she goes slightly cross-eyed when she smells something she wants to eat or when she sees an affectionate hand approaching her head

Romana does this thing where she goes slightly cross-eyed when she smells something she wants to eat or when she sees an affectionate hand approaching her head

This is my current profile picture on facebook

This is my current profile picture on facebook

And now, to finish this post, here's one with both cats

And now, to finish this post, here’s one with both cats

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This is what my room looks like now

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Yesterday, I spent my day doing something that has become something of a tradition for me in the weekend between the end of January term and the beginning of spring term. I reorganized my dorm room. First, I stuffed every object that I own in the storage closet to get it out of my way, then I pushed my furniture around, and then I put all the stuff back in my room, taking care that the final arrangement of my room wasn’t very similar to the former arrangement. Given the fact that I dislike changing my schedule, I suppose it’s a little weird that I really love changing my room. I think of rearranging furniture as being similar to a jigsaw puzzle; my dorm is too small to allow for much maneuvering, so it takes some creativity to figure out how to get things past each other. An extra challenge is posed by the fact that much of the dorm room furniture is rather heavy and I have no measurable upper body strength. The only reason I am capable of moving things like my wardrobe is that I am incredibly stubborn and I am perfectly willing to spend inordinate amounts of time scooching something inch by inch if that’s the only way I can get it to move. In the meantime, the disordered array of my furniture deprives me of any walking space, so I have to jump up on top of my furniture like a cat or a rambunctious young child. This is great fun, although it does occur to me to wonder what anyone else would think if they were to witness this. After an hour or so of furniture maneuvering and a couple more hours of putting stuff away, I have a brand new room that’s full of the exact same cool stuff that was in my old room.

For the purpose of obsessively documenting every detail of my life on the internet, I am posting pictures of my room here on my blog.

This is what my room looks like as you walk through the door. For the record, that black cat in the picture next to the window is Lysander, one of the three cats my family had when I was little. The picture was taken before I was born.

This is what my room looks like as you walk through the door. For the record, that black cat in the picture next to the window is Lysander, one of the three cats my family had when I was little. The picture was taken before I was born.

At one time, I had this much of pi memorized. I have forgotten much of it, but I commemorate that era of my life by keeping this index card on my wall, next to the Star Wars poster and above the light switch with the “I Voted” sticker on it. (Because that just seemed like a good place to put that sticker. No metaphors or political commentary intended.)

At one time, I had this much of pi memorized. I have forgotten much of it, but I commemorate that era of my life by keeping this index card on my wall, next to the Star Wars poster and above the light switch with the “I Voted” sticker on it. (Because that just seemed like a good place to put that sticker. No metaphors or political commentary intended.)

I couldn’t decide which sign needed to go on my wardrobe door, so I used both.

I couldn’t decide which sign needed to go on my wardrobe door, so I used both.

I have a Death Star on top of my wardrobe.

I have a Death Star on top of my wardrobe.

Look, I succeeded in having a piece of furniture that doesn’t have stuff on it! Now I can use it for jigsaw puzzles or chess boards or stuff like that. Incidentally, note that you can see my wall of geniusness next to it.

Look, I succeeded in having a piece of furniture that doesn’t have stuff on it! Now I can use it for jigsaw puzzles or chess boards or stuff like that. Incidentally, note that you can see my wall of geniusness next to it.

My desk

My desk

The top of my desk, in between my textbooks and the coffeepot. The ballerina, giraffe, and white tiger are relics of my early childhood. The purplish glass cross was a confirmation gift. The dinosaur came from Wal Mart about a year and a half ago because I figured I needed a dinosaur in my dorm room.

The top of my desk, in between my textbooks and the coffeepot. The ballerina, giraffe, and white tiger are relics of my early childhood. The purplish glass cross was a confirmation gift. The dinosaur came from Wal Mart about a year and a half ago because I figured I needed a dinosaur in my dorm room.

I like this calendar. It has pictures of castles every month. The picture next to it is my little sister. It’s very outdated; she’s ten and a half now.

I like this calendar. It has pictures of castles every month. The picture next to it is my little sister. It’s very outdated; she’s ten and a half now.

 

As a good Lutheran, I put my “Baptism Saves” sign near the coffeepot.

As a good Lutheran, I put my “Baptism Saves” sign near the coffeepot.

 

I have frequently said that one of my goals in life is to be able to set up a section of a room that looks like the opening scene from the first Back To the Future movie. As you can see, I’m making progress towards that goal. Here is my clock collection, minus a couple. As you can probably see, I haven’t kept up with keeping them set accurately.

I have frequently said that one of my goals in life is to be able to set up a section of a room that looks like the opening scene from the first Back To the Future movie. As you can see, I’m making progress towards that goal. Here is my clock collection, minus a couple. As you can probably see, I haven’t kept up with keeping them set accurately.

The instant I woke up today, I realized that I had put this cross in the perfect place. When the early morning sun shines through the window, it comes through the center of the cross and casts an awesome shadow on the wall near my bed, right in my line of vision.

The instant I woke up today, I realized that I had put this cross in the perfect place. When the early morning sun shines through the window, it comes through the center of the cross and casts an awesome shadow on the wall near my bed, right in my line of vision.

My wall of signs. Most of them are inside jokes.

My wall of signs. Most of them are inside jokes.

It made me happy when I found that my sisters remembered the story behind this. I had thought I might be the only person in the entire universe who had those memories and connotations associated with this phrase.

It made me happy when I found that my sisters remembered the story behind this. I had thought I might be the only person in the entire universe who had those memories and connotations associated with this phrase.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yay Snow!

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101_9788Once again, my plans have been diverted. The blog post that I began a day and a half ago is still sitting unfinished in a folder titled “Future Blog Posts” while a new and more pressing topic has presented itself to me. It snowed today, and snow changes everything. Granted, it only snowed for a couple hours, and very little snow actually accumulated on the ground. (And I missed most of it because I was in class.) In fact, even that small amount started melting immediately and now, just a few hours later, the snow is mostly gone from the ground. Fortunately, I live on the fifth floor of a building on a steep hill, so the view from my window mainly consists of trees and the tops of buildings, where there still is snow. It’s very, very beautiful. My window is wide open; I don’t care about the cold nearly as much as I care about the sight of the snow.

Snow 3Technically, this snowfall wasn’t nearly major enough to be a big deal. It’s nothing compared to the kind of snow that people who live farther north get at least a few times every single winter, and it’s nothing compared to the snowstorm that my family experienced on Christmas day. But I personally feel that this snow is due cause for excitement and obsession. For one thing, I kind of have a thing about snow. If it snows, it’s a very noteworthy occasion; that’s just the way things work in my world. In particular, it is necessary that I alert the internet to any snow that I see. But I’m not exactly unique in that way. At my college, everyone does that. This is Alabama and Alabama snow is a rarity almost as significant as if the Alabama Crimson Tide loses a football game. (The difference, of course, is that it’s good when it snows and it’s a major disappointment if Alabama loses a game.) Alabama snow happens maybe once or twice a year, and there’s never more than a couple inches. Every snowfall I have seen here in Alabama, even the tiniest of flurries, is worthy of acknowledgement. In fact, I know a number of people who automatically apply the word “blizzard” to any sighting of snow.  This particular snowfall actually is a greater than average one, even though it will be nothing but a distant memory by mid-morning tomorrow.

Snow 1The presence of snow on the ground or in the air entails certain changes in my rules of life. Basically, that means that I rewrite my to-do list if it snows, and that the revised version is more likely to include things like sitting on my bed and watching DVDs on my laptop late into the night. I’ve actually done that a number of times in the past couple of weeks, mainly because it’s been so cold and rainy that I’ve slipped into a mentality similar to that of a snow day, except without the joy and excitement. Now that it’s finally snowed in actuality, I have an excuse to act that way. Besides, I now also have an excuse to follow the dietary traditions which I associate with snowy weather.

101_9790It goes without saying that one should have hot chocolate when it snows, and this especially holds true when one lives at college where one’s mother is not present to place limits on the amount of hot chocolate one may consume or the quantity of chocolate that one should put in one’s hot chocolate. (In case my mother is reading this, or anyone else’s mother for that matter, I would like to point out that it’s called hot chocolate, not hot chocolate-water.) I take some pride in the fact that I don’t use hot chocolate mix to make my hot chocolate. I make it with cocoa powder, sugar, and hot milk. Really, hot chocolate mix is just cocoa powder, artificial sweetener, powdered dairy products, and various substances that offer no contribution to flavor and are present only because of the tacit rules of food packaging companies that all prepackaged foods must contain several ingredients that are named with long and unfamiliar words. You can get more or less the same thing just by heating up some milk, (It’s best if you actually scald it a little) and add the correct proportion of cocoa powder and sugar. (This is done by estimation, not measuring.) Then, if you want to make it extra special, you can just add some marshmallows and/or chocolate chips. This, dear readers, is how hot chocolate is to be made.

101_9793Even besides the hot chocolate rule, dietary practices should change in accordance with the weather. Basically, that’s my way of saying that I eat loads of junk food when it snows. Today, for example, I discovered that the campus store has finally restocked bagel bites, and I naturally bought a box. Those will be my supper, along with an excessive amount of Oreos and a chocolate bar. This, of course, is in addition to the aforementioned hot chocolate.

snow 4Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for me to post an annoying amount of snow pictures to tumblr.