Happy Mother's Day to everyone's moms. We all love you very much!

Why Texting My Mother is Awesome

Me: Did you use to wear the perfume or eau de toilette for Diorissimo?

Mom: Yep. Some times. Why?

Me: Which one? Perfume or eau de toilette?

Mom: Cheaper one. If u think about mother's day gift, i want have sorp of GELAN...lol

Me: You're a horrible mother <3

Mom: :p

Me: What is "sorp of gelan"?

Mom: call u

Let Me Dream, At Least


by xkcd

The Most Annoying Sound In The World


Created by Train Horns

Hear me: I HATE mountain cedar
"National Allergy Bureau (NAB) data shows that in central Texas, mountain cedar pollens appear as early as October, peak in January, remain elevated until April, and are occasionally seen as late as May."

So a lot's happened, and I've been too busy/too lazy to post anything for a while. I'm back at UTSA taking Physical Geography and Human Adaptability, formerly known as

Ecology and Evolution of Human Diseases.

It sounds so intimidating! And cool! I can't stop saying it! I mean, I (sometimes) sound really intelligent when someone asks what classes I'm taking, and its name alone keeps people from judging me for taking only two classes this semester. And the best part? It's really interesting and fun, and I love Prof. Ehardt. I never thought I'd like the biocultural aspect of medicine so much.

Grant and I are still together and going strong, though I've only recently gotten over being disgusted with myself for dating someone the same age as my little sister. (I think that calling Irene my "little" sister was the problem because, after all, 21 is hardly a little number.) We've been going out for a year and three months now. Far from distracting me from schoolwork, he keeps me in line by asking if I'd done that online quiz or read that reading. I appreciate him a lot for that and so much more. His skinny kitten, Mew, is now a pretty sizable  tom cat, and he's added to the family with the adoption of an orange ragdoll-ish kitten named Annie (see pictures at the end of the post).

I'm still working part-time at Bill Miller, and I've actually come to enjoy it. It's easy, I like the people and it pays reasonably for the amount of effort I put in. Workers usually don't know any of the customers' names so we like giving the regulars nicknames. Sometimes they're the combination of things they like and the way they like them, like "Mrs. Potato-and-egg-taco-dry-eggs-and-refill-of-unsweet-tea-extra-ice" or "Mr. Bean-and-cheese-taco-and-refill-unsweet-tea-four-sweet-and-lows" who at lunch becomes "Mr. Portion-of-hash-browns-and-refill-unsweet-tea-four-sweet-and-lows". Other times, we named them for their personalities, like "Mr. and Mrs. Happy Couple", "Mr. Grumpy Old Man" and "Douchebag".

"Mr. Grumpy Old Man" was just that: old and really grumpy. None of the take out cashiers like to serve him because he would either say things that confused them ("danke schön Fräulein!") or gave them attitude ("More ice! Your hands'll melt it otherwise!"). I felt the same until one day, when I'd already had a pretty rough shift, and gave him attitude -- with a bit of German -- right back. Apparently, he liked that. We've had a mutual understanding since then that being rude to each other was a way to have fun, much to the chagrin of the managers who happened to be nearby. He's now my favorite

And without further ado, cat pictures!