Eh, either you know me or you don't.

I miss my baby Myshka (Mouse, Miss Mouse, Myshkins, Mysh....)

I have

Too much work to keep updating all the time, a lot of piercings because 80's styles ears are in, a backpiece, a leg piece, some small shit and my armpits done because it seemed like a good idea at the time.

I always feel like a dick for my random updates because they're obviously only so I can stalk Jackee and her active user crap.

Speaking of Miss Jackee I officially am going to visit her in less than two weeks!! I'm so pumped its sick. Reading week happens to fall during the Olympics so my friends Christina and Jordan and I are making the trek across BC to check that shit out. And by that I mean they have tickets to curling and I'm going to visit Vancouverites that I love.

I super like this picture of me on New Years, but lately my stupid plugs have been falling out and my damn ears are self stretching (oh I know, woe is me). In order to combat the fact that I've lost FOUR pairs of plugs in the last couple of months I started wearing earskins and I didn't realize that the pink earskins make it look like I have some sort of disease. New 7/16ths jewelry is in the mail!

Needs a sexy tattooed chick desktop wallpaper...

Busy busy busy.

I have another paper coming out soon here, huzzah. Should be baller times. My first one still isn't internet available, but I will post it for sure.

I learned/still learning how to drive standard. It wasn't that hard actually...but riding a motorcycle actually helped significantly. That whole knowing what a clutch is helps.

I/Darryl have an xbox so I've been indulging in some sweet games. Borderlands, Brutal Legend, and just got Left4dead2. Sweet times.

And in very sad news, one of my family cats was diagnosed with FIP (same as one of my cats). Poor little guy was just over a year old. I'm pretty sad, poor little guy was a fighter. Was so small when he was little they weren't sure he was going to make it, and he bounced back as a superb mouser/birder. He didn't know how to meow either, he just made really weird squawking noises. Sucks, losing a pet is so damn hard. I hate it.

Pic is a baby Burke.

I'm presenting my paper at a conference in Banff next week, and I'm so not stoked, I fucking hate public speaking. But I AM stoked because I'm so baller that I have a published paper from this. I bought a brand new hot dress and some cute heels (and since I can't walk in them I can't run away while presenting) and I just got my hair done so at least I'll look hot while I'm nervous as fuck.

Now I'm off to play some much need Rock Band.