Cats!

So my second best friend in the world is sick and I have to take her to the vet. Sadie is getting old and has stopped cleaning herself, so her fur is getting all matted. In addition, she likes to projectile vomit every few days. In looking up on the web what could be wrong with her, I discovered that in cat years, she is now considered a geriatric. I don't know her exact age, but its somewhere around nine years. Blah. They are causing me the most grief about my trip abroad. No one will look after them the way I do.
In other cat related news, I was turned on to the viral video 'kitty cat dancing' a few weeks ago. It even has its own wikipedia entry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kitty_cat_dance. It makes me immensely happy, and I smile like a retard everytime I watch it. Search 'kitty cat dancing' on You Tube, and it appears about a million times. Anyway, the cat that stars in the video, Kayla, has her own myspace profile. She requested my friendship and I am in her top eight. This is making my myspace experience very interesting now, in that I believe the traffic from her profile is leading people to mine, because I am getting the most fucked up messages and friend requests, and lots of them. I'm really popular in north carolina. Eventually I'll compile the profiles of some of the winners that think I should want to be their internet not really friend. It's pretty gold.

I have a cavity and no money to fill it with.

So this week was the first of what will be the ultimate test on Natali's endurance...of sorts. I started summer school. This puts me at the csf campus from 8am to 1pm everyday, immediately after which I go to the gym for as long as I can until I have to be at work or something. This is monday thru thursday, for four more weeks. Sweet.
My new favorite thing about the gym is naked ladies. I've had a gym pass for four years now, but have never stepped foot in the locker room. Seeing as I go straight from school now, I have to change there. This is where I see the naked ladies. And they are totally naked. Well, only a couple are totally naked, but they all feel the need to sit around in only their thongs for extended periods of time. I never know where to look. And they're not women one would want to see sitting around topless either...they're women who are working out because they need to. Naked rolls.
So my first class of the day is called Intro to Radio, Tv, and Film. Going into it, I thought that was kind of a broad topic to be covered in five weeks, and I was right. We spend exactly four days going over the history of film. There is exactly one sentence in the text that mentions anything about the french new wave, and its vague at best. I can understand limiting the subject matter when you only have four days to cover all of film history, the impact of international film developments could be a footnote. What I dont understand, is why the fuck we spent TWO FULL DAYS learning about Charlie Chaplin. Two sentences should have been spent on this, when there is so much to cover. Serious.
However, this class is amazing. My reasons for believing this are that 1. There is a cafe twelve steps away that serves amazing apple streusel muffins. I eat them while I'm watching Charlie Chaplin not talk. 2. There is a guy. Some might remember a certain person's ex-roomate, and some might be aware of another individual that lives in the proximity of the certain person that looks EXACTLY like the crazy ex-roomie, but with a much more homosexual car. I can say with 90 percent certainty that the imposter is in my class. I'll be keeping an eye on him...

Blah and ugh.

I can't help but feel like a failure. It seems like I've been in college for-ev-er, and that I should be done by now. I could graduate by spring, easy-peasy, but seeing as I have yet to decide as to what I want to do with my life, I'm stretching this college things out as long as possible. I have to keep reminding myself that I am ONLY 20. I can't even drink yet, and have thus not even started to have the 'college experience'. The first step, was to do London in the fall. I'm only taking 12 units, and while they'll all go towards by electives, only 6 work for my major. The one thing I'm sure of is that sociology is the perfect major for me, and I'm realizing that there is alot I can do with it. However, in keeping my first grade dreams alive, I've started the radio-tv-film program at csf. I've yet to declare a minor or double major. My fear is that if I double, then while applying for sociology related jobs, they won't take me seriously because my majors are kind of scattered, and assume that I am not focused. The bigger fear though, is that by only minoring in rtvf, I'll ruin any chance I have to actually work in that field.
To complicate things even further, I've started looking at law schools. I assumed prior that my grades weren't good enough to get me in, but when researching a few in socal, I've realized that the grade point averages for first year students at most ranged from 3.30-3.53...totally not what I expected. If I don't go that route, then I'll go to grad school for sociology. Thus, I've got myself a guaranteed four years left of educating, quite possibly more.
In conclusion, the gym holds many bizarros, and the types of bizarros differs greatly with the time of day you go. My personal favorites are the 45 year old moms that are there between 7am and 10am. They totally check you out when you get on the elliptical next to them, and they constantly check your time and distance. It's a race! I swear I'm not being paranoid, this really happens to me. They were alot of spandex too, which is greatly appreciated by no one. The later at night you go is when the real crazies come out. These are the people that go twice a day and drink a couple milk jugs of water while they're there. Think red, white, and huge. This is when I stop myself and question what I'm doing by getting to the gym at 11pm...I don't even want to know what happens there between the hours of 12 and 4.

cheerio

So it is officially official that yours truly is moving to London on August 28th. I will be returning on December 19th, and anticipate what should be a killer welcome back/21st birthday party for me on the 23rd. Finding the funds make this thing happen has been a constant stress on me for the past few weeks. I'm working as much as i can, and thank god I'm pretty much done with hosting, but 17,000 bucks is still not easy to come by. I've pretty much resolved to being in huge debt for the next few years, but it'll totally be worth it. I still need to buy a digital camera for the trip. My current camera, which was bought for me as a gift for my 14th birthday, is all of 2 megapixels and takes 8aa batteries. It weighs like four pounds. But it was SO cool when I first got it. I have a can in my room that I throw money in to after my shifts, so that is whats gonna get me a sony cybershot. But what I REALLY want for my trip abroad is one of these:
Our dorm has wireless internet. I think it is almost an essential to keep in touch with the yanks back home, store the bajillion pictures I'll be taking, and maybe do some school work on. And really, whats another grand when I'm already 17 in the hole? Donations, however, are being accepted.
I'll leave you now with Debbie. She can be found on the website WomenBehindBars.com. She is looking for love and to start a family. Help a sister out. This website would be infinetly more interesting if they listed what they were in for. Blah.