OKAY.

1. Mom and I are going to the ASPCA on E. 92nd Street on the weekend, when Mom can drive up there. (I was originally going to go tomorrow and sent her a text asking if she'd like to come with, since I'm not getting a dog she's not going to get along with, and she suggested we go on the weekend. A little sad about having to wait until then. ^^;)

2. MIGRAINE, damnit. -_- I'm having major issues with sound sensitivity right now, and possibly light sensitivity as well. The fact that there's RUTA training going on at the other end of the office isn't helping, because people that don't work here are constantly having to be buzzed in, and the intercom's ring is insanely loud, at least at the moment. Add to that the ringing of my phone and people talking around me, and I'm slowly dying here. It's times like these when I wish I hadn't offered to cover at Ollie's Place, which I'll be doing tonight.

Anyway. Just took the last of my Excedrin, so hopefully this goes away in a while.

Dad ticked me off over the weekend. He'd said it was okay for me to have a dog up there on Saturday, then on Sunday morning, pulled some crap about "everything he'd wanted for the house" not ending up what he wanted or some mess, and said I couldn't have one. Something bit him in the butt, basically. Took me a while to speak to him again. Mom was incredibly ticked off at him too, because of the dog thing, and also because Dad's been pushing Craig so hard with his grades and completely dismissed the Home Ec classes Craig's been taking. Apparently in Craig's school, they put the kids into "majors" based on what they like/want to be, and Craig's major is (of course) cooking... and Dad only cares about the academic classes, so even though Craig did well in the cooking class, Dad ignored it. Also, Mom said Craig has some kind of disability regarding school, something that's been evident since he was in elementary school, and Dad's being unfair.

And the poor kid is reading The Crucible in his American Lit class, which is the only class he did poorly in, and apparently most of the kids--including an A student--are suffering in that class. And I can't even help him. The Crucible? I mean, holy crap. o_o;

However, as pissed off as I was toward Dad, I didn't leave the house without getting my hug. He shut the passenger-side door after I got into the car, and I opened it back up like, "Wait a minute, where are you going? Where's my hug? I'm not that mad at you." He said it was good to know. I'm not letting something like that get between us, because I am my father's daughter and we don't fight, but he's not going to be an idiot about it either. ^^;

Oh, and I've finally decided: I'm going to apply to Mercy College and take Psychology courses online. That's a major that can take me in many different directions, and I've always been interested in it. Told Mom, and she finally seems to be on board with taking out loans. It'd be nice if I could come out without having to pay anything back, but I really don't mind it as long as I can end up doing something that will fulfill me. It'll be worth it. And hopefully Mercy can work with me. They're generous with their student aid, anyway.

Got scratched twice tonight XD;;

Once by Patches while I was carrying her over to the window: She jumped off my shoulder to land in the window and had her claws out while she did it, so I ended up with a nice bleeding cut on my shoulder and a couple more scratches next to it. (I just peeked under the bandaid. It's got blood all over it. XD;;) Not mad at her, though, because Patches is sweet and doesn't ever do that kind of thing on purpose, even when we have to give her her (icky black) medicine. She's just not a mean cat at all. It's like when Smokey accidentally caught my foot that time when she was stretching. Quickly found a bandaid and Neosporin to cover it up. XD;

The next time was by Micho, who is always a bit human-aggressive, but was much more vicious tonight that usual. He was very nippy and scratchy today. He also gave this incredibly scary growl off while Mike held him and I tried to give him the eye drops for his conjunctivitis. You know the sound two cats make when they're about to fight? Yeah. No. ^^; I think he's a big cat and he knows he's a big cat, and he likes being in control of people and knows he'll have them under control if he's aggressive toward them. Anyway, I was trying to see if he'd let me pet him, but he was all RAWR and slashed at my hand, so I got a couple of short scrapes.

Sunshine, Sable, and Wendy were already gone, sob. I wanted to say bye. However, there's a new cat, a young little gray guy named Charlie, and his sibling will be with us soon. Charlie's still not used to his surroundings and I'm not sure he's going to be a lap cat like many of the others, although he is affectionate and has no problem bumping your hand or even climbing up on you. He let me carry him around for a bit like I did Nevada when Nevada was sick.

Speaking of Nevada (and Lucky, downstairs), I have NO IDEA what the hell he was on tonight. Seriously wondering if he had some catnip before I got there, because he was insanely hyper, running from one end of the room to the next and jumping all over the other cats. Lucky, when I put him in the window, was running back and forth in the window... but then I realized he was playing with a toy and I just couldn't see it from my vantage point. ^^; The two of them were crazy tonight. I love Lucky, though. He got on my lap and nosed me so many times and purred so loudly. He seems a lot more outgoing now that he's actually allowed out of his crate. He doesn't spend all his time staring out the window anymore: He's seen it more than a few times now and seems to finally be over it.

I wanna go see the dogs tomorrow! XD;;; I might, honestly. I might go see Oliver and ask some questions, and just go back with Mom over the weekend. I might have an idea by then what I want, just in case Oliver ends up being one of those dogs that has massive issues. I hope he's not. You're not supposed to take a dog because of his looks, but I think he's really cute... and him possibly being my first dog, I don't want to take him if he's not balanced.