Inspired By Nothing

In the spirit of one of the few people I somewhat idolize (Eli McCann), I have decided to post a few pictures, mainly of my dear sweet kitten (who is hardly much of a kitten, anymore), Mittens (aka, Mitzi), and the fun times we have.

Orange head ♥ (yes, this is really my kitty)

Here she is with an orange peel on her head. She wasn't too happy, but, you see, this is what happens when you sniff the orange: the peel come off and climbs onto your head.

She now flees from the room whenever she smells citrus...  But I still love her, even if she shies away whenever I eat my favouritest fruit.

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Here she is with her dear friend, Charles von Schvitz, attempting to blend together and form an incoherent bond of spots--they live in an anti-stripe committee.  Charles recently convinced Mitzi to stretch out her neck to such a reach that you think they are giraffes, but in all actuality, they're cats!  Animals have begun to use this technique globe-wide.  It's quite a fascinating process to observe...from nine miles and forty-two-point-six seconds away, of course.

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Finally, here is my previous pussy cat with her untimely imitation of 'Tin Cat,' her own rendition of the Tin Man from the Wizard of Odds.  She missed the plane, lost her tail (she is a Manx) and stepped on a cucumber all within four seconds of silence, the poor dear.  All the sounds thereafter, reverberating off of those tin walls enclosed about her head?  Needless to say, she needed help getting out of costume, and swore never again to attempt at such a dramatic, folly role--she'd leave the actin to the trained professionals.  I later found her crouched  beneath my bed in an all-around similar position to the above attachment.  Curious...

All in all, I am but merely a bored teenager who should be out helping her mum with some other things, so I shall depart with few words:

"It is better to look up!"

from Carl B. Cook of the Seventy's talk, located here.

~Graysen Got What?

Preparing For Christmas

In my house, we don't typically put up the tree until the first of December.  I can't honestly remember what time we did it this year, but I'm pretty sure it was until last week.  Personally, I don't find decorating all too fun until about a week before.  Mum always pulls out her little villages that I use to find so fun and makes me set them up; we didn't do that, this year, and I realized how much I actually like doing that.  Which is strange.  I just wish we had a better place to set them up, so that I don't have to stand on chairs and couches and find perfect balance.

I have successfully procrastinated long enough that I only just started my Christmas shopping yesterday, and I remembered so many things that I didn't buy.  Ohhhh dear, Gray.  Silly, silly Gray, yes?  No.  Stupid Gray.  Nono.  I won't be doing this again next year.  Hopefully.  Of course, I do have school and a cold to blame for not doing it last week, or during this passed week, as I had originally planned.  At which point I realized that I was screwed.  This, however, only discouraged me to a minimum.  In this past week, I brought up my F in Calculus (which I believe was unjustified with how much effort I was putting into that class), changed out of the dreaded math course for upcoming semester (and into government), wrote a rather daunting inaugural address for Obama (if I must say so myself, the writing a whopping 1.014, 14 words above the required amount;] ), made sixteen CDs for my friends as their gifts this year (they're so pretty and professional looking! :D ), and successfully forgotten several things to say.  Such is the life of a week being Gray when her eyes are über dilated at 23h30 for no particular reason.  Eh, what are you gonna do?

Christmas is in...what, four days?  Oh, dang.  I wanted to say four, maybe three, but NOPE.  Then I was gonna say two, when I checked my calendar.  Online, I found a countdown: 1 day, 22 hours, 48 minutes.  What?  Since when!  I have been deceived...  I don't think they're in my timezone.

1 sleep, 23 hours, 45 minutes & 34 seconds sounds much more accurate. :D  Even better would be 4 sleeps...

In other words, I only have 23 hours, 44 minutes and 47-46-45-44 (enough of that) seconds left to...I forgot.  I should go to bed.  Yes.  Good idea.

Goodnight world; I'll see you tomorrow, non-blurry and full of light...  Yay!  Contacts can do that to you.

~Graysen Got What?!

Your inspiring quote for today:

"'Maybe Christmas,' the Grinch thought, 'doesn't come from a store.'"

Because it is so true, right now. ;]