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Iya is getting seriously annoyed at the Christmas music. I have a theory on why she's been attached to me for the past week or so. It goes hand in hand with the weather changing and me working at Grove again and playing with Chloe and Harley while I'm there. She smells the Rottweilers on me and gets jealous. She must spend a good ten minutes when I get home being all clingy and just getting her smell on me and their smells off. She's a Siberian Husky and gets really, really hot during the summer. She doesn't like to share beds with people then. It's getting cold now and suddenly she's attached to my bed again. I'm sure if she could figure out a way to carry my bed with her, she would. I don't blame her. I love my bed. But now she's constantly in it while I'm in it and she doesn't share well. Like now, she's lying right in the middle of it. I would like to get off the desktop and hop on the laptop to work on my paper and watch either Monsters Inc or On the Line again. But I hate to disturb her so she's sleeping happily except when Chris hits a note she's not fond of and she opens her eyes to glare at me about the Christmas music. Or when she hears me opening a pistachio.

Oh, and yes my life is that exciting tonight that I'm analyzing my dog's behaviour.

I'm grown entirely apathetic about my papers and just finishing up this semester in general. I'm accepted to Rowan. I don't have to go to Drexel again. But I don't want to fuck my GPA by blowing off this semester now. I've worked really hard and currently have A's in all of my classes. And I would like some of them to transfer over.

Blah.

Forget this. I'm going to go write more of Oranges and Vanilla. I have to explain the U2 connection now. Oh yeah. I'm going to hell.

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Iya is getting seriously annoyed at the Christmas music. I have a theory on why she's been attached to me for the past week or so. It goes hand in hand with the weather changing and me working at Grove again and playing with Chloe and Harley while I'm there. She smells the Rottweilers on me and gets jealous. She must spend a good ten minutes when I get home being all clingy and just getting her smell on me and their smells off. She's a Siberian Husky and gets really, really hot during the summer. She doesn't like to share beds with people then. It's getting cold now and suddenly she's attached to my bed again. I'm sure if she could figure out a way to carry my bed with her, she would. I don't blame her. I love my bed. But now she's constantly in it while I'm in it and she doesn't share well. Like now, she's lying right in the middle of it. I would like to get off the desktop and hop on the laptop to work on my paper and watch either Monsters Inc or On the Line again. But I hate to disturb her so she's sleeping happily except when Chris hits a note she's not fond of and she opens her eyes to glare at me about the Christmas music. Or when she hears me opening a pistachio.

Oh, and yes my life is that exciting tonight that I'm analyzing my dog's behaviour.

I'm grown entirely apathetic about my papers and just finishing up this semester in general. I'm accepted to Rowan. I don't have to go to Drexel again. But I don't want to fuck my GPA by blowing off this semester now. I've worked really hard and currently have A's in all of my classes. And I would like some of them to transfer over.

Blah.

Forget this. I'm going to go write more of Oranges and Vanilla. I have to explain the U2 connection now. Oh yeah. I'm going to hell.