Very sick degu. =[

It's a very, very sad day. =[

As you probably know, Morrissey (one of my degus) has been very, very ill with pneumonia (which was diagnosed on July 17th). Although he had been taking his medicine (cefalexin) and he seemed to be getting better, his head was still really tilty and he was walking round in circles. I was getting increasingly worried about him, so I took him to the vets once again.

I knew something was wrong, but not as wrong as it actually is. The infection has apparently spread to his inner ear or something, which is why he's walking around in circles and stuff. The vet said it didn't look good at all and after she weighed him, said that it was probably best to put him to sleep. He had lost over a quarter of his body weight over two weeks. I was sure he'd started eating and stuff again, but he obviously hadn't been eating enough. He wasn't as heavy as he should have been two weeks ago either. The vet said she was willing to try him with a new medicine (baytril) for five days as long as I was prepared to put him to sleep if there is not an improvement. He has to have gained weight and be looking better by I go see her again, otherwise he will have to be put to sleep. She said there's a very small chance the new medicine will work, so there's a big chance he will die. I have to be prepared for the worst. =[

In the car on the way home, I was pondering how to make him eat. I knew he liked to take his medicine from the syringe, so I had the idea of getting some degu food, crushing it up and mixing it with a bit of water so it was syringeable. I just tried feeding him that way and it made him so happy. He must have been so hungry. He was eating (or drinking?) like he hadn't been fed for years. Poor thing. =[ I even fed him some off a spoon and he liked that too. I think he had been trying to eat but either couldn't balance enough for it to work, or he just didn't have enough energy to chew things. He ate quite a lot of it, so I'm going to try feeding him like that every few hours 0r so. Hopefully we will see a weight increase by Wednesday!

I have now had to spend a lot of my money on Morrissey, but I dont care. I will do anything to keep him alive. The next 5 days are crucial. I'm going to look after him hoobloads.

I put up the most recent picture with Morrissey in it. It was taken last night. Please ignore the fact that I look terrible, I'm wearing no make-up or anything and look rather like a 12 year old. And gosh, since being pregnant, my face has become dead fat! But yeah...Morrissey looks so small and sad in it, hopefully he'll look happier soon though! I'm trying to be optimistic about this. =]

Shreddingness!

Today I did something big... Really big. It may not seem like a big thing, but to me it was huge. It conjured up a rainbow of emotionalness and being the hormonal, pregnant person that I am, it very nearly made me cry a few times (but it didn't... I don't do crying! :P)

I have been writing diaries since I was 11 years old... Just after I started high school (or secondary school or whatever people call it these days). As I had been documenting most days of my life for that long, I had a large drawer full of notebooks. Many, many notebooks... Beautiful, hoobacious notebooks full of memories.

I shredded each and every one of them.















I spent at least six hours shredding things. Seven years of my life, shredded in six hours... It's pretty amazing when I think of it like that!

The feeling you get when shredding things is immensely powerful. Not many things can be compared to it. My shredder is my new best friend.

Some of the notebooks were particularly hard to shred. Not because they were made out of a hard material (with those ones, I just ripped out the innards and shredded them), but because they had really important memories in them. Not good memories, just big memories. It was the only documentation of my actual thoughts as things were happening. A lot of it was exceedingly hard to read. Some of it was actually quite terrifying to read. I knew that as I get older, they would just become harder and harder for me to read.

All the memories are now gone (well, all the documentation of the memories). Both the good and the bad. It's weird how the really bad memories were hoobloads harder to shred than the really good ones... I guess with good memories, there's not really much to think about so they're easier to remember the important details of.

I didn't flick through/shred them in any particular order, but I definitely noticed myself growing up as they became more recent. It was quite interesting to me. I learned so much about myself!

Flicking through the books made me realise that shredding everything was probably the best thing to do because keeping the diaries is kind of like holding onto the past. I just want to move forward with my life and forget about the past. Obtaining numerous papercuts and jamming my finger between the shreddy thing and the bin thing underneath it was definitely worth it. =]

Zapppp!

I haven't updated this blog for at least a couple of days. I think it's because I have no idea what to write because I can never think of anything interesting to say! So as usual, I might as well just write about random crap!

After my last bit of bloggishness in this blog, I realised that I write wayyy too much about pregnancy and that it's probably really boring to people who aren't pregnant... So I made a pregnancy blog to write pregnancy related shizz in.

Today I went to the cinema with a couple of friends to see The Taking Of Pelham 123. It was awesome. A lot better than I expected it to be. It was really weird though because I don't think I've ever seen John Travolta in anything apart from Grease so I associate him with that. The Taking Of Pelham 123 was probably as far away from Grease (in terms of how alike they are) as it's possible to get! It was weirder than every time Jim Carrey is in a serious film! John Travolta is now really old and stuff too... Really, really old! Yeah, hoobacious film though! It had lots of swearing, action, guns and even the odd amusing moment. There was even a cute little rat! What more could one want in a film than violence and rodents?! =D

I seem to have randomly developed a big fear of needles or blood or something (yes, me with the tattoos and piercings). I have no idea why, but following on from my last post in this blog, I went to the hospital today so they could steal my blood. I was waiting there and I was all sweaty, pale, shaking, terrified and I had that feeling you get just before going all dizzy. When the thing with numbers on it got to number 30 (I was number 31), I totally freaked out and left the hospital. I don't know why this is happening recently, but I have to get my blood taken from me some time in the next four days. =/ Meh. I usually love getting blood taken from me. I think I'm just fucking terrified that the random almost faintingness that happened last time will happen again. Meep.

Ooohhh, this morning I had a letter from the bank informing me that my current account is going to be upgraded to a bank account... Excuse me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure I already have a bank account! It's an account in the bank. XD I think they mean a proper scary grown up bank account where I can become overdrawn and have a cheque book though.

I have a few more things I could write about if I wanted to, but to be honest I'm getting quite sleepy and I intend to sleep soon, so hoobletoodledoo!

blameep!

Rarrrr! A rather crappy midwife appointment! >.<

Yesterday I woke up feeling fine. I had a midwife appointment which was bad enough because I had to pee on a stick. I'm getting used to peeing on sticks now though. It's so much less embarrassing to pee on a stick than give an actual urine sample!
She took my blood pressure, which as usual was on the low side of normal. When she was taking my blood pressure she commented that my pulse was really fast and asked if I was anxious about being there. For one of the first times ever, I wasn't actually anxious about being there. It was weird. Next was the super embarrassing bit. She was going to steal my blood. It was quite funny because the night before I had a conversation about midwives being vampires, and the midwife (without any prompting from me) started joking about how she felt like Dracula because she'd had to take so much blood from people that day! Anyhow, I usually love needles (yes, I'm a weirdo). I am always kind of fascinated by the tubes filling up with my blood when it's being stolen. I usually quite enjoy having blood taken. The thingy was in my arm, but for some reason the blood was dripping into the thing really slowly. I laughed at it a bit and suddenly felt really dizzy, like I was going to faint or something. The midwife took the thingy out of my arm and went to get the doctor and stuff. I could have died of shame. Blah, blahhh, blaahhhhh. I realised that my high pulse rate and the whole almost fainting thing made me look like I had suddenly developed some kinda needle phobia. The midwife thinks I'm probably just anaemic or something, but I think that's kind of weird considering I was far from anaemic a couple of months ago. But yeah, because of this incident I have to have the blood stolen at the hospital in a few days. I hate hospitals and was hoping I could avoid it until the actual birth. >.<
I left the doctorsy place quicker than they would have liked me to and I ended up puking after leaving (I don't remember the last time I had puked when not drunk or hungover). It was horrible.
It was all immensely embarrassing. Made worse by the fact that later on in the day the midwife phoned my grandmother to see if I was ok. I just don't do being all ill and stuff... Especially when other people know about it!
I was fine within a couple of hours. I hope nothing like this happens again. Recently heartburn has kicked in, I keep getting a very achey back and I'm getting really tired a lot. I officially hate being pregnant.
The squigglytiddlypeep is doing hoobacious though. He's still growing exactly the right amount and his heart beat is hoobacious! =D

Hmm...

GAHHH! I HAVE NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT!

Well, nothing interesting... Blahhhhhhh! Who's to say what's interesting and what's not? Might as well write about random crap... That seems to be what I usually do anyway! I hope there's something somebody will be vaguely interested in!

I HATE being 27 weeks pregnant. It's not because of any symptoms or things that are happening. It's because I hate the uncertainty as to which trimester I'm in. Loads of places say the third trimester starts at 27 weeks, some say it starts at 28 or 29 weeks and I've even seen one site that says it starts at 26 weeks. Am I in the second trimester or third? Nobody seems to know. I'm kind of fed up of the second trimester, so I'd quite like to count myself as being in the third trimester, but I can't... Not until I know for certain! Regardless of which trimester I'm in, there is now just less than 3 months until the baby is due. It's all getting scarily close!

In the jobcentre today, there was actually a nice person who worked there. Usually the people that work there are total fucktards. She didn't look down her nose at me and she didn't imply I was lying about stuff. It was totally bizarre!

Talkin' of bizarre, there was apparently weird ghostly stuff happening in my mother's house last night. I would write about it myself, but I'm going to try and persuade her to make a blog or something, so hopefully she'll write about it herself (everyone needs a blog). The stuff she described last night totally backed up my belief that children are very in tune to supernatural shizz until they are old enough for their minds to have been sculpted by society to me less perceptive. I'll write about the stuff my mum told me about in a later blog if I can't persuade her to start her own!

Here's a bit of advice... Never ever ever ever ever under any circumstances, spill sherbet down your top. I did it yesterday and it felt horrible as it was all in my bra and stuff. It felt worse than sand does, and it was even harder than sand to get off my skin because it went really sticky when I applied water.

Ooohhh... That reminds me! I had such a weird dream last night. I've been having nightmares pretty much every night recently, but last night was different. It wasn't a nightmare, but it was totally fucking scary... and rather hilarious to look back on! I was in the bath and my boob started leaking milk. I was no pregnanter than I am now. I collected some milk in my hand and sniffed it to see if it really was milk... It smelled just like soya milk, so that confirmed it was in fact milk. I poked it to see if it was just a flukey thing, but it wasn't. When I poked it, it leaked more and my nipple just kind of... expanded... into a weird shape (see diagram below). It freaked me out so I rushed to the doctors. I was sitting in the waiting room topless (which was weird because I'd never ever do that and nobody in the waiting room seemed to notice there was a half-naked person with totally bizarre tits sitting there). When I saw the doctor, she told me my boob looked like an elephants trunk and it would never go back to normal unless I breast-fed a degu until the baby was born. She also asked me some questions about Harry Potter.
Such a weird dream. I would never ever ever ever ever breast feed a degu!
I've been trying to work out why I had this dream... I think it was because I've recently heard too many stories about boob leakage and maybe because when I feed Morrissey his medicine out of a syringe, it's kind of like feeding a baby out of a bottle. Heh, yeah... weird dream. I'm going to have a look in my many dream analysis books later on (probably whilst in the bath and hoping for the dream not to come true).

Now that I have written about that dream (and possibly weirded out anyone who reads this) I think it's time for me to stop writing. :P

Stuff and stuff.

After spending from midnight until whenever I fell asleep completely freaking out about spiders, I woke up to find that a) a whole pack of chocolate digestives was now empty and b) I really, quite desperately needed to pee.

I very jumpily (not jumpy in a boing kinda way, more of a fuckisthatblackbitonthewallaspider kinda way) made my way to the toilet (quite an achievement considering a few hours ago I couldn't leave my room) and urinated. It was one of the best pees of my life because I had been holding it in since I saw the spider.

I'm not sure what happened to the chocolate digestives... The pack was definitely full earlier and I'm sure it can't have been the dog because it was closed with a pretty good knot and stuff... I don't think dogs can untie knots... I must have eaten them in my sleep.

I cautiously made my way back to my bedroom and gave Morrissey his medicine (an hour earlier than I was going to because I wanted to go back to sleep). Instead of going back to sleep I ended up realising I was awake and writing this. Currently Morrissey and Miyavi are cleaning eachother or something and it's adorable. I wish I had my camera to make a video of it!

Morrissey terrified me last night. I honestly thought he had died for a few minutes. He didn't appear to be breathing and he was staying very still. I opened the cage door and he still didn't move. In the state of freaked outishness I was already in, I was all like 'Fuck' and shouted to my grandmother that Morrissey was dead. She came out of her room and I think she was really sad about him dying. She asked if I was sure he was dead so I poked him. He glared at me and kind of licked my finger. I felt stupid. Now I'm really scared of him dying. Meep. I think he's getting a bit better though.

The spider was big and on the wall. It was horrible. Nobody else could find it (I'm sure they didn't even believe me about it), so I barricaded myself in my room. Tears streaming down my face (yes, I actually cried o_O), I sat in my room for hours just freaking 0ut and whatnot. I remember getting harder and harder to breathe and I made a pact with myself never to leave my room because all escape routes had potential spiders. In the event of a spider actually being in my room, my plan was to somehow break the window and climbb down the front of the house. Stupid, much? I'm so glad I fell asleep. If I hadn't, I'd still be freaking out now. Horrible, horrible night.

Yesterday was cool though. I made bread using this recipe. It tasted pretty good and it was great to pretend it was someone I didn't like whilst beating the crap out of it. I got told that I would kill the yeast by stabbing it and that it would also die when I cooked it. I proceeded to cry about it (heh, I think I was slightly hormonal or something yesterday- I hardly ever cry)! All I could think was 'poor yeast'. Luckily, I soon got over my yeast sympathy. I think I'm going to start baking more stuff again.

I'm going to stop writing this now.

So yeah, Morrissey is getting really good at the whole taking his medication thingy. Last night he wasn't as well behaved, but today he seems to enjoy it. I uploaded the video because I'm so proud of him! It was a craply filmed video, but I didn't film it so it can't be helped. He's still nothing like his usual self, but he definitely seems a lot better than yesterday! =]

I got Jarvis a new cage today (with the money I was going to use to buy a new bed, but hey ho) and he's quite confused by it. He doesn't yet understand that the bed part of it is where he's supposed to sleep, but he'll learn soon enough! He's had a few wheels in his time and he hasn't understood any of them. The one in this cage seems like it's going to be the one he finally learns about wheels in. He likes to climb on top of it and spin it round with his paws, but he actually went round in it for like two rotations... Yeah, he was cautiously walking, he looked confused and it might have been accidental, but he still did it. I really feel like he's finally getting somewhere... He's still a weird hamster though!

Anyhows, not sure what to write, so hoobletoodledoo!

Morrissey and Polly

Today has been eventful.

Since yesterday, Morrissey (one of my degus) has been really lethargic and stuff. It was obvious that he was very ill. He barely moved at all and when he did he was slowly walking round in cirles. He wasn't himself at all and it was really worrying. I took him to the vets and they diagnosed him with pneumonia. I have to give him medicine from a syringe 4 times a day and it's not a very easy job! The stuff is called cefalexin and it's apparently the same stuff my grandmother had to take when she had pneumonia. It's weird how drugs that work on humans also work on rodents (degus need a much smaller dosage, obviously). The vet was great- he asked me how I knew he was sick, had a look at him, listened to his chest (the stethoscope was huge compared to him) and weighed him. He weighed 168g, which is really quite low (although I knew he didn't weigh much, because Miyavi weighs a lot more). I'm so glad I took him to see the vet when I did, judging by the way he was earlier, it seems likely that if I hadn't he might have died very soon. Hopefully this cefalexin stuff will fix him. He didn't seem to like the vet, he was trying to escape and stuff, but he was fine when the vet handed him to me. He's the only degu that's been to that vet place! Oh, and they put his name down as Mercy instead of Morrissey (seriously, those names sound nothing alike). I would have corrected them and stuff, but I was too worried about Morrissey to bother. Morrissey's health is much more important than his name! Hopefully he'll get better soon! Miyavi has become really overprotective of Morrissey. A couple of hours ago I was getting Morrissey out of the cage to give him his medicine and Miyavi actually bit me. He's never done that before (apart from the occasional affectionate nibble). It made me sad because they are intelligent creatures and should know I'd never hurt them or anything. Luckily Miyavi now seems to like me again!

On to more cheerful stuff...

It was Polly's 10th birthday (in human years) today. She had lots of presents and stuff. We even had a party for her this afternoon. Pictured below is a picture of me helping her blow out the candles on her birthday cake. I was going to make her a birthday cake that was suitable for doggies, but in the end I concluded that as she eats my leftovers all the time, one little bit of real birthday cake wouldn't harm her. I was just careful not to let her eat chocolate or raisins or anything too toxic. If you look at the picture, you can probably see her new collar (complete with a nice new shiny, bone shaped identity thingy) and her new pink cushiony thing. She got loads more presents, but I don't think they're in the picture. The party was great. We sat on the floor with a really low down table type thing. She really enjoyed it. =] Anyhow, I'm going to stop typing this now because I need to go see how Morrissey is doing and stuff. Hoobletoodledoo!

Harry Potter (don't read if you don't like spoilers)!

I went to see Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince tonight. It was awesome! There was some stuff missed out, but there always is. The film was complete enough to not butcher the story.

Dumbledore's body had no blood on it and it seemed to be in quite good condition (apart from the whole being dead thing). Which was kind of silly considering how far he fell after he was avada kedavraified by Snape... It was like Mufasa's death (from the lion king) all over again!

The camera guys seemed to have an obsession with Ron's crotch. I also loved how it was as innuendo filled as The Hoobs. They made the dodginess of Harry and Dumbledore's relationship very obvious, which delighted me because it's obvious in the books. I think the film-makers had been reading lots of fanfics or something. Twas great!

There were a few similarites to Lord Of The Rings... Dumbledore looked more Gandalf-like than usual (a lot more than in the other films) and the inferi in the water looked very Gollum-like. At one point it looked like Harry was being bummed by gollum. XD

There was a scene that didn't feel right because it was way too much like Sweeney Todd... I think it was because Alan Rickman, Helena Bonham Carter and Timothy Spall were in a room together. Mmm... Helena Bonham Carter! <3

Oooohh... and it was hilarious when Harry had taken the felix felicis... I definitely want some of that stuff! =D

But yeah... hoobygroovy film... although I still stick to my belief that the Harry Potter books are a zillion times better than the films... I can't wait to see how the film of The Deathly Hallows turns out.

Gosh, I think I'm going to go to sleep now. I'm sleepy and wayyy too full of popcorn. Blah, blah, blahhh... I might write some more Potterishness tomorrow.

Shizzle...

I don't have much to write about today because I wrote about all the super-weird stuff here. I'm just going to write about some other shizz here.

It's been a weird day. Not a good day at all, but calling it a bad day would kind of be lying because I actually quite enjoyed most of it apart from the really bad bits. The good and the bad sort of balance eachother out today to make it a neutral day... Although it's been a really weird day, so maybe rather than trying to work out whether it was great or shit, I should just focus on the oddness of it all.

I went to Manchesterland. I was helping babysit the half-brother and shopping. I was pushing him round the shops for a few hours. I looked really weird though because:
a) I knew that all the random strangers thought I was his mother... He's 2 but I think he looks kind of older and I'm 18 but look younger (although apparently I look older now I'm pregnant), so they must have thought I got pregnant when I was about 12. o_O Didn't really bother me though, because I don't give a fuck what people think and I know for a fact that I'm definitely not his mother!
And b) We were coincidentally wearing almost identical shirts with jeans and have the same colour hair... We actually looked kind of like clones and it was rather scary!

His pushchair was so hard to control! It was worse than a shopping trolley and now I'm worried about how difficult the one I get will be to control! I'm so glad he was in his pushchair when we went round all teh shops though. Went to Sainsbury's later on without the pushchair and he was a nightmare. I learned quite a lot about looking after 2 year olds today... should come in useful in like 2 years. XD

Anyhows, I spent a fuckload of money today! I bought a hoobacious moses basket, a baby sleeping bag thingy, some awesome (if somewhat overpriced) clothes from Pumpkin Patch (the one with the stars [gosh, i hate it when i buy something and find it cheaper online] and some of those things babies wear that are somewhere between shoes and socks), a Remy (from Ratatouille) plushie thing, a disney phone toy thing for my half-brother that was probably not worth the £8 I spent on it but was still pretty cool and general junk foody items. It all came to like £100 or something. I still have loads of money left though... Ooohh... I got a letter telling me that people are going to give me more money than I thought they were going to and it's pretty hoobacious! =D I love that I finally have money that wasn't given to me by grandparents!

Heh, I'm gonna stop writing now because I'm not being very interesting! I'm turning into such a boring person! Hoobletoodledoo!

Trousers and stuff...

Oh my golly gosh! I just almost got electrocuted... I was unplugging my laptop wirey thing and I got a big shock in my fingers... I then panicked about whether or not it could harm the squigglytiddlypeep. Then I realised I was being stupid because it was only my finger. So yeah... that was my near death experience for the day- on to other things! XD

I was in mothercare today (I'm obsessed with that shop at the moment!) and I bought the squigglytiddlypeep some pretty cool trousers! There's nothing special about them- I just like them a lot. They'll go really well with the green and black hoodie my grandmother has almost finished knitting him. Here's a pic!

Heh, anyways... I'd now go into a huge rant about my mother-type-thing... but I already did that yesterday on one of my LJ accounts, so I don't really see the point in going on and on about it... but gosh, that woman infuriates me sometimes!

This morning I was sitting here innocently eating cheesecake (such yumsome cheesecake...) when suddenly a spider scuttled across Rufus. It was fucking terrifying. To get on to Rufus, he must have had to crawl on me a bit. I don't know where he came from, but I think I need to use my spider spray stuff everywhere. *shudders*

Anyhows, I have nothing interesting to write about... I just needed my blog fix... So hoobletoodledoo!

Such an eventful day...

So here I am once again posting twice in one day. It's not that I have no life... I just have no life outside the internet.

Today has been interesting in the dullest way possible. After being repeatedly attacked by my CD holding thingy, I decided my head hurt like a cock in a pencil sharpener and that sleep was futile, and henceforth decided to get out of bed. Upon getting out of bed, I was attacked by a few more inanimate objects and cautiously made my way downstairs to get some cake. The cake was good, but somewhat unsatisfying. I turned on Rufus and my day began properly.
I willingly watched Star Trek for the first time in my life... Only 5 minutes and 11 seconds of it though, but still- that's hoobloads of Star Trek. I still have the tab open and I intend to watch more whenever I can drag myself away from blogging and stuff.
I've blogged a lot today. I did a stupidly long, boring thing about my pets, which I spent way too much time messing around with and fucked it up more times than I care to remember. It was rather frustrating, but at least I fixed it enough for it to not look as stupid as it did! I then reaquainted myself with LiveJournal. It took me ages to remember my password, and in the end it turned out I actually have at least two LJ accounts (here and here if you are interested). I think I'm starting to get used to LJ again, but I definitely think this place is more user-friendly!
I took some photos today and finally managed to get a few photographs of Doris! Twas quite an achievement. I uploaded some stuff onto my Flickr account too. Nothing interesting, but I had a nice time messing around with photos! It's kind of unnerving how Flickr always knows exactly what camera you used though! Makes me feel as though Flickr is stalking me. Terrifying thought... It's like being on Flickr makes them attatch tracking cookies to your actual body or something. o_O
Blahhhh- I have nothing interesting to say, so I'm going to go and try to restrain myself from blogging!

Hoobletoodledoooo! =D

My pets.

I love my pets. They each have their own adorable personalities... a few of them are just plain weird though. Still, I love them all equally. So I'm going to write a little bit about each one of them so that the rest of internetland can perhaps appreciate them a little. I'm only going to talk about the ones who I still see every day in this blog, but in a later blog (maybe later on tonight) I'll write about the others- the ones who live with my mother and the ones who sadly passed away.

Polly

She's my dog (or maybe I'm her human). She's like a best friend combined with a mother, sister and daughter to me. She's amazing. We've been friends for almost 10 years now. It's her 10th birthday (in human years) in 6 days and I'm going to attempt to organise a birthday party for her. Reaching the age of 10 is a big achievement for her because about 6 years ago she was diagnosed with bladder cancer. Because of the size of it and where it was, they couldn't operate. The vet recommended that they put her to sleep. The day I found out was horrible. I thought she was going to die. I absolutely refused to let them kill her. Luckily my grandparents wanted her to live for as long as possible too. The vet said we could try treating her with drugs, but it would be very expensive and there was no guarantee that they would work. We went with the drugs. Six years later she's still alive and reasonably healthy. She is still on the drugs (which make her put on weight) but she's happy, quite healthy and the cancer has shrunk to the extent that you cant even feel it when you touch her (it was huge a few years ago). =]
The day I got Polly was one of the best days of my life. I'd wanted a dog for as long as I could remember. She was a few months old and we got her from a farmy place near Caernarfon. Some other people had her for like a day just before we had her. They brought her back to the farm because apparently she was a bad dog. I'm not sure how they got that impression, but hey ho! If they hadn't disliked her, I would never have got her! The moment she saw me, she jumped up into the car and curled up with her head on my lap. She was so friendly and we were best friends from that moment onwards. =]
She's super-friendly and super-gentle. Everyone says she's the friendliest dog they've ever met (although definitely not the most obedient). She tries to make friends with everything apart from spiders because like me, she's terrified of them. She lets rodents crawl on her and gets quite upset when cats wont make friends with her. She even does nothing if children pull on her tail. Her best animal friend was a hamster called Mr Nibbles (I'll get to a heartbreaking story about those two in a later blog).
During the night when everyone else is asleep, she follows me around the house. She sleeps on my bed every night, usually on top of my duvet so I can't sleep under it. She's practically human... So human in fact that she has a facebook! She's hoobacious! <3


Morrissey and Miyavi

Morrissey and Miyavi are my degus. I've had them for just over a year and a half and they're awesome!
Miyavi is huge (well, compared to Morrissey)! He's a very handsome degu with a big bushy tail. He's fairly friendly, but as soon as he's out of the cage, he charges around the room like a tornado... Chewing anything and everything in sight. So far he has wrecked 4 ipod speaker things, 2 telephone wires, the tv ariel, a lamp, a playstation controller, a mattress, a few cushions, a gryffindor cloak, numerous pieces of paper and a duvet cover. He has probably chewed through many more things that I can't remember right now. He's like the very hungry degupillar. I half expect him to make a cocoon and turn into a degufly at any moment. However, when it comes to eating real food, the only thing he really likes is degu food. He's not a fan of vegetables and stuff. Miyavi enjoys terrorising gerbils by transforming into Deguzilla climbing on their cage. You can't handle him unless you want to be up all night trying to get him back into his cage. He is quite the escapologist! He doesn't bite and quite likes being stroked on his belly. He's adorable! <3


Jarvis

Jarvis is my hamster. I bought him impulsively just over a year ago. He's still quite a jumpy little thing, but he lets people handle him and he doesn't bite. He was named after Jarvis Cocker because as soon as I saw him I thought he looked kind of like him... Nobody else can see the resemblance! Jarvis is quite an odd hamster. He can't quite grasp the concept of a wheel. No matter how much I try to teach him how to use it, he just wont do it! He likes to climb up behind it, usually getting stuck. Pretty much every hamster hoards food, but he does it like no other hamster I've ever met. He fills up whole tubes and gets really pissy with me whenever I remove the icky, rotting food from the bottom of the tube. He likes to put nuts in the metal bit on his water bottle and block it up, so I have to check his water bottle for nuts every few hours. When he's in his ball, he loves to torment the dog. He used to bang it repeatedly against doors until it opened, but now there is tape around it so he can't do that and incidentally, he spends a lot of time running into doors in a futile attempt to get out of his ball. He loves being in his ball though. If you talk to him, he always tries to talk back. He's totally hoobygroovy! <3

Maisy and Doris

I got Maisy and Doris on the day my mother found out I was pregnant. Like Jarvis, they were an impulse buy. I haven't known them for that long, but in the time I've known them they've managed to paint hoobloads of joy onto the canvas of my life. Maisy and Doris love to destroy toilet paper tubes. It's so cute to watch. They love to dig and make tunnels. Maisy is black and white. She is very friendly and inquisitive. She'll quite happily jump up onto my hand and have a cuddle. She always sits on the top bit of the cage to talk to me. Doris is white with red eyes. She will occasionally come and talk to me with Maisy, but rarely on her own. She's quite scared of everything. She'll pop her little head out of the underground tunnels and when she sees you looking at her, she'll go back down underground at the speed of light. They're both hoobelly groobelly! <3

The past?

Possibly the most pointless blog ever.

I've been pondering (I wonder why most of my blogs start with those three words) completely getting rid of my past, trying to forget I existed until the last few months and starting to become a completely different person altogether. I'd love to do that. I could forget about all of the dumb things I've ever done, all my failures and everything I've ever quit. Unfortunately, I still have memories of most things I've ever done and I can't even pretend they're dreams because from the age of 10 or 11 I'd been writing a diary... or journal (is there a difference between a diary and a journal?). I have a large drawer full of filled up notebooks. I have been urging myself to get rid of them for about a year now. They take up too much space and quite frankly, reading about stuff from a few years ago is not all that hoobygroovy. I always had a tendency to write about the bad things and forget to document the good days. It sucks because every time I read about my past, it appears to be a pitch black whirlwind of depressing crap. It wasn't. Well, some of it was... but certainly not all of it. I could have at least written about all the fun times to balance it out! I guess when you're cheerful, there's not much time to write it down and reflect on the hoobaciousness of it all because you're just having fun and living for the moment. Shame- If I had written about all the good times they wouldn't just be distant, smudged-up memories... It might actually seem like it actually happened and wasn't just a pleasant dream. Hey ho! Back onto the track that my train of thought was chugging swiftly along a few minutes ago... I really don't know why I can't just burn all these notebooks. They're so unreasonably depressing, but I'm way too attatched to them! I have no use for them whatsoever. It's not like I'm ever going to let anyone read any of it and I know exactly what's in them. Blahhh! Maybe if I got rid of them, the sad stuff would blur into dream-like-shizz like the happy stuff did. Gosh, I knew there was a reason I stopped writing them a couple of months ago. Meep. I seem to have forgotten where this blog was going... I think it was something to do with being too attatched to the past and stuff. *rolls eyes*

Heh, I was going to write hoobloads more... but as I've forgotten, I might as well stop wasting time typing crap. This blog is incomplete and will never be completed, but it aint the end of the world. I was also gonna write a pet-related blog, but that can wait until later. I need some decent gerbil pictures before I start.

For now, have a lovely day and hoobletoodledoo! =D

The perfect friend...

I've been pondering and I've decided I need a new friend, but it has to meet the following criteria:

1) Lives directly across the road from me so we can do the tin can walkie talkie thingy.
2) Loves The Hoobs and will watch it with me on a daily basis.
3) Can have loads of fun without the need for alcohol.
4) Likes to take photos and always has a camera with them.
5) Will go on late night adventures.
6) Likes to sit on roofs and walls.
7) Is super-cool, but not too popular.
8) Likes to talk utter nonsense.
9) Is willing to get drunk and steal garden gnomes.
10) Has a very eclectic music taste.
11) Loves to go to gigs.
12) Enjoys playing Mario Kart but isn't too obsessed with it.
13) Will start a shitty band with me.
14) Likes camping.
15) Isn't fake or shallow.
16) Is almost as childish as I am.
17) Doesn't respect the law too much.
18) Can have deep conversations over a panad.
19) Likes making things.
20) Smokes.
21) Enjoys dressing up like an idiot.
22) Will have the occasional game of football.
23) Likes picnics.
24) Is vegetarian.
25) Doesn't like talking on telephones.
26) Has a filthy mind.
27) Will sit for hours in the pub talking about falafel or something equally as odd.
28) Likes food fights and water fights.
29) Likes swimming in lakes and the sea.
30) Has a car.
31) Likes to occasionally gossip.
32) Likes weird movies.
33) Will explore new places with me.
34) Is a pyromaniac.
35) Is not obsessed with make-up.
36) Will come see the squigglytiddlypeep when he's born.
37) Has a sick sense of humour.
38) Hates Alan Carr.
39) Loves Morrissey.
40) Comments on my blog.
41) Doesn't create too many awkward moments.
42) Has a female dog who could be doggy friends with Polly.
43) Is a grammar and spelling nazi.
44) Is intelligent.
45) Likes to hang out outside in the rain.
46) Enjoys drawing on walls.
47) Would happily hang out up a tree.
48) Is never too busy to have fun.
49) Teaches me to do cool things.
50) Bakes cakes with me.
51) Does stupid things a lot.
52) Is a vampire.
53) Is a big Harry Potter fan.
54) Is not easily offended.
55) Loves pokemon, but not all the new stuff.
56) Has lots of inside jokes with me.
57) Is a complete weirdo.
58) Loves caffeine.
59) Will joke about inappropriate things.
60) Likes animals, but not in inappropriate ways.
61) Likes spending time in graveyards.
62) Is easy to talk to about any subject.
63) Is honest.
64) Will laugh if I get hurt but also check to see if I'm ok.
65) Likes japanese stuff but not to the extent that a weeaboo likes it.
66) Respects my weirdness.
67) Wants to hang out a lot but isn't too clingy.
68) Will do freaky experiments with me.
69) Isn't racist, homophobic or any other kind of predudiceyyy thing.

So does anyone out there meet the criteria? Or at least most of it? It's highly unlikely, but if you are that person- get in touch! :P

Yes, I am very bored today!

*giggles at the fact she listed 69 things*

Skin and dandelions.

Today I seem to be full of skin complaints.

Stretch marks are suddenly appearing EVERYWHERE! I know I'm pregnant and it happens to most people, but it's horrible. They'll never go away- they'll just fade. I was prepared to get a few, but they're around the bump, on my boobs, on my hips... there are probably some on my butt too! Now I have to endure the next 102 days knowing they're just going to get worse and worse! Oh AND I have a midwife appointment today so I wont be the only person seeing them- oh joy! Hey ho- shit happens! This was not the worst of today's skin complaints.

I really wanted to wear my new shorts today, so I decided to very quickly shave my legs before leaving the house using a razor and nothing else. BAD IDEA! My legs were bleeding in places and stung like a bitch. I thought it'd be ok after a few minutes. However, throughout the day my legs became covered in horrible itchy/stingy kinda spots and big red lines. It looks like I've let a five year old shave my legs.

Anyhow...

I am MAJORLY pissed off with channel four. They're fucktardy twat-moobs. If you want to know why, check out my hoobyblog a few minutes after I have posted this.

I'm slightly obsessed with dandelions today. It all started when there was someone called Mrs Burdock in my book last night and it made me want dandelion and burdock. Then this morning I realised how much vimto tastes like dandelion and burdock. I thought I had spelled it incorrectly on twitter and it turned out I hadn't. Ever since realising I had actually spelled it correctly I've been strangely drawn to the dandelion and burdock bottle. I just want to stroke the word dandelion. I don't remember the last time I actually saw a dandelion! Strange how someone can become obsessed with a word but not a thing. Dandelion is definitely my favourite word! Heh, I'm a dandy lion! Are you? =D

Hoobletoodledoo!

Rant.

Nothing has gone smoothly today. Well, I've only really done one thing today... but that didn't go smoothly. Everything was late and for a change it wasn't me!

Went to the job centre. My appointment was at 2:40. I got there stupidly early at like 2:00. I looked at the jobs on the machines and stuff... but I had to wait until 3:00 for my appointment. First they lost my thingy with paper shizz in it and then there was some kind of kerfuffle where they were really behind with new claims (I have to get someone to call the people tomorrow to see if mine has gone through yet). So I had to wait another year or so. I then had to talk to a bitch who looked down her nose at me, was really quite horrible and implied I was lying about the fact I've been looking for a job. I haven't been. I just haven't found anything that I can realistically do at the moment. She was trying to tell me that there's no reason why I can't be on my feet for 8 hours a day lifting things. It's like 'HELLOOOO- I'm 25 weeks pregnant, already getting all uncomfortable and stuff and I'm just going to get pregnanter!' Bitch! I don't like having to be on benefits and stuff, I'm only doing this because I have literally no money at the moment. Thing is, I'll be eligible for other stuff in a few weeks and I don't want to be jumping through stupid little hoops to get JSA. Realistically, nobody is going to employ me at the moment and it's a waste of my time. Yeah, I want a job, but if I didn't have to do all this crap I'd wait until the baby is at least a few months old to start looking. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! So yeah, She was a bitch.
To top it all off, I was waiting a very long time for a taxi that never turned up.

RAWR! Anyhow, even though job hunting is futile, I'm going to try to find something anyway. I need to work out how to make myself sound good on a CV. I have no other achievements apart from my GCSEs and no previous job experience.

Heh, this blog is weird... it's all serious and about grown-uppy shizz... Scary!

I'll update soon with something more light-hearted! XD