urbandruid

Dear silly humans,

This is Samantha, the cat, speaking. Yes, I, being smarter than your avarage feline, know how to use the computer, and after scaring away a very ugly goat, have made my way here to this "livejournal." Worship me.

My human has been very busy working at the table which is used for eating ("kitchen table") with the paper that I am not allowed to play with ("homework") and the rectangular thing which she punches and swears at a lot ("graphing calculator".) She has been too busy even to pet me, and yesterday when I tried to play with the writing impliment ("pencil") she yelled at me and threw me off the table. Me!

There is someone responsible for this, known as the "math teacher". If I find him, I will bite him.

My human, if she had time to say any such thing, would tell you that she misses her human friends (why, when she has me?) and that there are things she should have done this week, known as "tags", "posts", and "writing prompts" but that with this thing known as the "exam" hanging over her head, she has not had time.

My human begs your indulgence, and says that over something called the "Labor Day Weekend", she will be catching up on these things. She should also catch up on petting me, for I am the world's cutest kitty, and require much love, adoration, many pettings, and so forth.

Would you like to pet me? Or retrieve my toys from under the couch?

Oh, yes. My human also states that today, several long boring hours during which she will not be home to pet me, after her exam, she also has her honor society meeting- she hopes. And thus she will be on campus "all freaking day." She is going to attempt to take someone named Anna ("the laptop") along- I wonder why she isn't taking me instead. Oh, yes. Because I don't like strange places or people.

My human is wise.

You may now worship me
Samantha, the cat

[...or at least, that I am]

10. You excavate your room enough to discover you have a trash can.

9. You have time to swear at the radio for playing crap.

8. 8:00AM becomes "early" instead of "sleeping in".

7. You run around the apartment yelling "I'm freeee, I'm freeee!" until the neighbors come to find out what the hell your problem is.

6. You start catching up on all the stupid little stuff you let slide while you were studying for finals.

5. You make lists of other stuff you neglected, which you need to maybe do something about before break is over.

4. You sit by the Christmas tree, shaking your presents for hours, trying to figure out what the hell they are.

3. You almost wish the phone would ring, so you could tell off a telemarketer.

2. You constantly check your character journals at theatrical_muse, because the email comments thing is still half on the fritz, and someone might have decided to talk to one of your muns.

And the Number 1 sign I'm on vacation...

You check your email every thirty seconds, get very excited when there's something to download...and when it turns out to be a post to some Camarilla list you should have unsubbed from last year, you decide that nobody loves you.

...

Yeah. I've got to get it together here, and find something to do. I mean, it's not that I don't have stuff to do, there's just nothing I want to do. And I only need to kill a half an hour- then I get to go to the doctor and have that bump on my head looked at. The one that's probably a mole or skin cancer or something else fun.

Maybe I'll go to the bookstore when I'm out of the doctor's- I'm kind of lacking anything to read.