Airport fun!

I am so cool. My giant suitcase that I chronically over pack (hello fine on the way back to Missoula) clocked in on the airport scales (which are so fucking tipped already) at EXACTLY 50 Lbs. I rule.
I am currently sitting at the Missoula International Airport (I shit you not, we are so fucking international, YAY Canada) with the perfect seat. I have all my stuff scattered about and I am staring out at the mountains watching the planes take off and land (okay, one plane has taken off, and none have landed but still!) But now some fucking Douchebag has sat on the window sill and is blocking my view. Booo.
I’m doing okay actually. My hair is unbearably statiky and all my hair ties are in my checked luggage. But other than that I am remarkably calm. Ledah and I are supposedly on the same flight to Minneapolis today but she has yet to show up at the gate so I am taking full advantage of free MSO wireless. Wooohooo.
There was this point last night when I finished packing and all other shit I was supposed to do by 9pm and I mini freaked out. I picked up the cat and squeezed it and tried to tell her “I’m so fucking scared.” But she yowled and made another bat for my face. So I put her down. And stopped being melodramatic.
Where’s Ledah? We start boarding soon.
Probably being screened extra thoroughly. Like I was. YAAAAAAAAY being wanded. Most action I’ve gotten in… oh never mind.
Yeah okay, more manic blog post ever, but hey, nothing entertains me quite like the sound of my own voice.

Four by Four by Four by Four

Um. I now have four blogs. Five, if you include the deceased live journal. Lets not. But still, I HAVE FOUR. That is so so so incredibly fucked up. I don’t even know what to say.
#1 is this one. Which is the closest to a real blog. Pictures of cats and what not. This one is mine all mine.
#2 is http://lalalalaafrica.blogspot.com/ (go ahead, add it to your favorites, you know you want to) which is my family friendly Africa blog. My only excuse: it’s easier than calling.
#3 is http://filmfaith.typepad.com/ which is actually Chris’s. Not that it’s any excuse. I think it is possibly worse to commandeer someone else’s blog that just making your own.
#4 is http://missoulala.blogspot.com/ which is my first blog and actually is a group blog. I cant remember the last time I posted. But its still active (barely) so it counts.
So yeah. Now my entire life, loves and losses can be documented from so many different viewpoints.
Only I wont.
I will put pictures of cats on all of them.
Mwahahaha.

If you are ever offered a chinese liquor named "woo" TURN IT DOWN. The taste will haunt you for at least 24 hours. HAUNT YOU.

So my cat gave me a rather harsh scratch on the cheek a couple of days ago. This was even more vicious because I was sound asleep at the time.
Cat: pay attention to me.
Me: (none responsive)
Cat: (WHAM)
So now I have this long curving cut on my cheek which is rather difficult to hide.
Because it is so apparent a lot a people have given me advice on what to do about it. More advice than I would get if I had a much deeper cut on my arm. A lot of recommending of herbal things that I have never even heard of and don’t really trust. Some vitamin E. Some zinc oxide. But by far my favorite recommendation has been:
“Hey you know what you should do? If you pick the scab it will leave a scar. So you should do that and then you would have this long white baddass scar. On your cheek! It would be intense.”