I've just realised how boring I've become.
I was reading through old blogs from like a year ago and they were a lot more interesting and they were written better... I think it must be because of the lack of alcohol, nicotine, caffeine and whatnot. I haven't been drunk since early Febuary (still refusing to spell that correctly...), so obviously that's made my life a lot less interesting! I haven't been legally drunk yet, which is just weird considering I've been eighteen for just over five months! I haven't smoked since like June or July or something. I'm still consuming small amounts of caffeine from diet coke and tea and stuff, but it's been many moons since I last had a can of red bull or red devil... In fact, I'm pretty sure the last can of red bull I remember consuming is the super-huge can I consumed to make myself need to pee enough to take the pregnancy test in Febuary. I've definitely changed a lot since then.
So yeah... I think it all comes down to lack of substances. I'm just not myself anymore... Well, technically I'm more myself. I don't like it at all. I'm just an uber boring version of me. There's a hole somewhere inside me that needs to be filled with stuff that's probably bad for it.
I think I'm broken. I hope it's all down to lack of stuff... If it turns out to be because I'm growing up or something, I'm not sure how I'll fix it. Seven weeks left until I can attempt to fix myself (responsibly of course)... Can't wait!
Monday 31 August 2009
Friday 28 August 2009
Good night.
I was going to do a blog about when I dyed my hair today... but I realised that as I've had pink hair a zillion times before, it's really not that interesting... I might do one tomorrow though... but for tonight, the dude with the ketchup is much more interesting.
In the pub earlier, a random chav dude (who was evidently completely wasted) came and sat down next to F. He proceeded to make pervy comments about B's tits and eat a few of L's chips. He was talking a load of bollocks and he was dead weird... All of a sudden, he turned super-duper arsey, picked up the ketchup bottle and squirted the entire contents in the direction of L. L and F were covered in ketchup and so was the table and the floor. I almost got hit by some ketchup, but luckily I didn't. It was fucking hilarious (well, I found it amusing anyway)! The people that work in the pub were a bit pissed off and when they told him to leave, he was being all mooby with them... They then told him that if he didn't leave, they'd get the police... So he left... All that over a bit of ketchup! XD The thing that confuses me more than why he did it, is why his weapon of choice was ketchup when he was wearing a WHITE t-shirt! It was a bizarre few minutes!
Later on, we were at a drum & bass thingy above Rascals. The squigglytiddlypeep was moving around a lot. I think he liked the music! The closer I was to the speakers, the more the baby moved. He must have been dancing or something! =D The lighting was fascinating! I'm not usually that amazed by stuff like this, but it had been months since I was last in a place with cool light shizzle! It made my hand look spectacular (see picture). My feet hurt from standing up so much though!
So yes, pretty good night. Must go attempt sleepies now!
Boringnessss
I'm writing this because I need to update this blog because it's been over a week, so excuse the probable boringness of it all.
I can't be bothered with anything. I would quite like to have a nap, but there's hoobloads of plinky plonky music in my head that's making nappage impossible. Meep. There's so much I need to do anyway. I have to sort out some financial things (fill in 2 forms, send them off, work out how much money i've spent in the last 2 days, go to a cash machine, give my grandmother the money I owe her and work out how much money I'm allowed to spend tonight) and fix my hair (which involves bleaching it, having a hissy fit over the fact it didn't turn out light enough, possibly trimming it a bit due to sizzleifiedness, dying it pink and making it look less stupid and... floppy). I have to do all that before 7pm.
I shouldn't have gone out lastnight. I had 2 vodka and cokes, which is like my weekly alcohol ration. I'm going out tonight too, so should have really just have had coke yesterday. I'm going to end up just drinking coke tonight, but I need to remember my ID anyway! XD
Found a dead hedgehog outside the graveyard on my way home lastnight. It saddened me. I don't think I've ever seen a hedgehog that was actually alive! I'd love to see one one day.
Oh, and whilst walking past Varsity, there was a magical yet annoying moment when I was walking past all the people smoking outside. It was like... fresh air... it was amazing... but it just made me realise how much I wanted a fag of my own. I miss smoking.
Anyhow... Even though I have no mynadd whatsoever, I'm gonna go feed Morrissey his medicine and do all the shit I have to do! Hoobletoodledoo.
I can't be bothered with anything. I would quite like to have a nap, but there's hoobloads of plinky plonky music in my head that's making nappage impossible. Meep. There's so much I need to do anyway. I have to sort out some financial things (fill in 2 forms, send them off, work out how much money i've spent in the last 2 days, go to a cash machine, give my grandmother the money I owe her and work out how much money I'm allowed to spend tonight) and fix my hair (which involves bleaching it, having a hissy fit over the fact it didn't turn out light enough, possibly trimming it a bit due to sizzleifiedness, dying it pink and making it look less stupid and... floppy). I have to do all that before 7pm.
I shouldn't have gone out lastnight. I had 2 vodka and cokes, which is like my weekly alcohol ration. I'm going out tonight too, so should have really just have had coke yesterday. I'm going to end up just drinking coke tonight, but I need to remember my ID anyway! XD
Found a dead hedgehog outside the graveyard on my way home lastnight. It saddened me. I don't think I've ever seen a hedgehog that was actually alive! I'd love to see one one day.
Oh, and whilst walking past Varsity, there was a magical yet annoying moment when I was walking past all the people smoking outside. It was like... fresh air... it was amazing... but it just made me realise how much I wanted a fag of my own. I miss smoking.
Anyhow... Even though I have no mynadd whatsoever, I'm gonna go feed Morrissey his medicine and do all the shit I have to do! Hoobletoodledoo.
Thursday 20 August 2009
My day.
It's been a long day that kinda seems like three different days today. I'm going to write about it because I have nothing else to do apart from sleep. Sorry about the boring blog post! XD
Day one
I had to take Morrissey to the vets as his eye wouldn't open because it was all stuck together and stuff. They gave him some really expensive shizz to put in his eye. When I got home, I was trying for ages to apply it, but it wouldn't work because he was too wriggly and didn't want anyone to go anywhere near his eye. It's even harder to give him than his baytril was before I discovered putting it in his food.
Day two
I went to Llandudno with my grandmother and cousin. We looked in shops and stuff. I bought a top in river island for £27. Way too expensive, especially considering it'll fit me for like a week or so before I grow out of it. We went to the cafe place in BHS (yes, the shop of old lady knickers and whatnot). I had a cakey thing and it was absolutely fucking minging. I don't think I've ever eaten anything as gross. It looked dead tasty too. >.< It was very hot in there and the heat on top of the cakey thing made me feel all gross! Twasn't nice.
Day three
Went out. I guess I was celebrating other people's A level results and/or the fact that I didn't have any results to worry about or something. Met up with a friend in Wetherspoons. We discussed the diversity of people there along with how it was evidently a racist pub because it was full of white people. We then went to Yellow. It's usually a very full pub. Tonight it was rather empty. We had gone there in search of other people, and on results night it happened to be pretty quiet. We were confused and whatnot. I got ID'd when buying a coke. Yes, a regular coke with no vodka or anything in it. Apparently it's an over 18s only pub. I never got kicked out for not having ID when I was 17 (or even 18 without ID)! A hoobload of people got sent out for not having ID and it was fucking hilarious to watch! It did make me lol getting IDd when buying a non-alocholic drink though! XD I got kinda stuck when crawling under a table (not exactly the best thing to do whilst pregnant)! The toilets were all icky and someone said something about having to wiggle instead of wiping. I decided to stay well away from the toilets and went to the toilets in Skerries. We stayed in Skerries for ages. It was quite nice, although the thingy was giving pistachios instead of chocolate raisins today, which I found quite offensive. After we were in Skerries, we got nomnoms from some kebab place. We then saw people we know and found out that everyone else had been in Varsity or Phoenix all night. Not sure why people bothered with Varsity though- it was packed with chavs! Blahblahblah... We saw some wasted dude try to flag down an ambulance lol... and one of my friends very nearly got puked on! Twas a good night.
So yeah... very long day. Must sleep. Hoobletoodledoo!
Day one
I had to take Morrissey to the vets as his eye wouldn't open because it was all stuck together and stuff. They gave him some really expensive shizz to put in his eye. When I got home, I was trying for ages to apply it, but it wouldn't work because he was too wriggly and didn't want anyone to go anywhere near his eye. It's even harder to give him than his baytril was before I discovered putting it in his food.
Day two
I went to Llandudno with my grandmother and cousin. We looked in shops and stuff. I bought a top in river island for £27. Way too expensive, especially considering it'll fit me for like a week or so before I grow out of it. We went to the cafe place in BHS (yes, the shop of old lady knickers and whatnot). I had a cakey thing and it was absolutely fucking minging. I don't think I've ever eaten anything as gross. It looked dead tasty too. >.< It was very hot in there and the heat on top of the cakey thing made me feel all gross! Twasn't nice.
Day three
Went out. I guess I was celebrating other people's A level results and/or the fact that I didn't have any results to worry about or something. Met up with a friend in Wetherspoons. We discussed the diversity of people there along with how it was evidently a racist pub because it was full of white people. We then went to Yellow. It's usually a very full pub. Tonight it was rather empty. We had gone there in search of other people, and on results night it happened to be pretty quiet. We were confused and whatnot. I got ID'd when buying a coke. Yes, a regular coke with no vodka or anything in it. Apparently it's an over 18s only pub. I never got kicked out for not having ID when I was 17 (or even 18 without ID)! A hoobload of people got sent out for not having ID and it was fucking hilarious to watch! It did make me lol getting IDd when buying a non-alocholic drink though! XD I got kinda stuck when crawling under a table (not exactly the best thing to do whilst pregnant)! The toilets were all icky and someone said something about having to wiggle instead of wiping. I decided to stay well away from the toilets and went to the toilets in Skerries. We stayed in Skerries for ages. It was quite nice, although the thingy was giving pistachios instead of chocolate raisins today, which I found quite offensive. After we were in Skerries, we got nomnoms from some kebab place. We then saw people we know and found out that everyone else had been in Varsity or Phoenix all night. Not sure why people bothered with Varsity though- it was packed with chavs! Blahblahblah... We saw some wasted dude try to flag down an ambulance lol... and one of my friends very nearly got puked on! Twas a good night.
So yeah... very long day. Must sleep. Hoobletoodledoo!
Monday 17 August 2009
Hopickleness
I wasn't sure whether to put this in my pregnantness blog or not, but as it's probably not pregnancy-related it can go here!
On Saturday morning I woke up with possibly the worst pain of my life in my leg. Then it was still all hurty, but not as bad... I wasn't really worried about it, just rather confused as to why it was hurting. My mum told me to go to the hospital... I didn't want to, but my grandmother phoned the hospital and they told me to go there immediately. So (very reluctantly) I did.
In A&E I didn't have to wait more than about 5 mins to be seen even though there were hoobloads of other peeps there... being pregnant has its advantages! There was a lot of waiting that wasn't in the waitingy place though... There was many a cranefly and it was kinda scary because they looked so much like other things that are fucking terrifying! >.<>.<
I was very, very bored in the hospital and I hated it. I was the only youngish person on the ward. Everyone else was like 30 or 40. People were speaking Wenglish too (Welsh mixed in with English) which annoyed me. It would be ok if they were speaking either Welsh or English, but Wenglish is annoying. Last night I got a visit from some friends I hadn't seen for ages though, so that made hospitalness more bearable for an hour or so! On the thingys, I could only get on a crappy version of facebook. My DS ran out of chargeyness this morning. Twas all wayyy too boring. I discovered a weird woman who sits by a vending machine in the hospital reading all day, every day... She was odd.
There was one super-bitch nurse on the ward. I didn't like her at all and I'm not sure why. She made my first belly injection hurt more than the second (which was done by a different person) and it left a much bigger bruise than the next injection. Most of the doctors, nurses, midwives etc were nice... and one of them liked Morrissey too, which was cool. There was a piece of paper from 1991 (when I was born) with information about my birth and stuff on it. It was all discoloured with age and looked out of place next to my new notes. I'm not sure how it got there, but I think they had it because my mum gave birth to me on the same ward that I was on. I got asked some really awkward questions about some stuff on my medical records though... but they weren't asked in an evil manner. All in all, people were nice... even in A&E. It was weird!
I finally had my scan to see if it actually was a blood clot. Twas embarrassing because I had to take off my trousers as my leg had to be scanned right up to the groin. It turned out it wasn't a clotty thing and my horrid injections and stuff were pointless. The doctors and stuff seemed convinced it was a DVT... They now think I pulled a muscle pretty badly... in my sleep... Only I could do that! I have to go back there if my leg gets all weird or anything. I'm so glad to be home! It was a nightmare. At least I now know I'm unlikely to get a pulmonary embolism and die. =]
The food was shit. I thought cheese sandwiches were impossible to fuck up, but the ones there were only just edible. I had jacket potato and it was vile... it was like eating a large, barbecued testicle. Luckily, I had a small supply of junk food to keep me going. I hated not being able to use the toilets as much as I wanted to. I have a weird thing about toilets so I had to avoid them as much as I could, so peed as little as possible.
Ooohh... a couple of random people on the ward said I looked quite small for 31 weeks. I thought I was huge! XD
I got like no sleep in the hospital, and I can't wait to finally go to sleep in my nice new (well, new to my bedroom) bed tonight!
On Saturday morning I woke up with possibly the worst pain of my life in my leg. Then it was still all hurty, but not as bad... I wasn't really worried about it, just rather confused as to why it was hurting. My mum told me to go to the hospital... I didn't want to, but my grandmother phoned the hospital and they told me to go there immediately. So (very reluctantly) I did.
In A&E I didn't have to wait more than about 5 mins to be seen even though there were hoobloads of other peeps there... being pregnant has its advantages! There was a lot of waiting that wasn't in the waitingy place though... There was many a cranefly and it was kinda scary because they looked so much like other things that are fucking terrifying! >.<>.<
I was very, very bored in the hospital and I hated it. I was the only youngish person on the ward. Everyone else was like 30 or 40. People were speaking Wenglish too (Welsh mixed in with English) which annoyed me. It would be ok if they were speaking either Welsh or English, but Wenglish is annoying. Last night I got a visit from some friends I hadn't seen for ages though, so that made hospitalness more bearable for an hour or so! On the thingys, I could only get on a crappy version of facebook. My DS ran out of chargeyness this morning. Twas all wayyy too boring. I discovered a weird woman who sits by a vending machine in the hospital reading all day, every day... She was odd.
There was one super-bitch nurse on the ward. I didn't like her at all and I'm not sure why. She made my first belly injection hurt more than the second (which was done by a different person) and it left a much bigger bruise than the next injection. Most of the doctors, nurses, midwives etc were nice... and one of them liked Morrissey too, which was cool. There was a piece of paper from 1991 (when I was born) with information about my birth and stuff on it. It was all discoloured with age and looked out of place next to my new notes. I'm not sure how it got there, but I think they had it because my mum gave birth to me on the same ward that I was on. I got asked some really awkward questions about some stuff on my medical records though... but they weren't asked in an evil manner. All in all, people were nice... even in A&E. It was weird!
I finally had my scan to see if it actually was a blood clot. Twas embarrassing because I had to take off my trousers as my leg had to be scanned right up to the groin. It turned out it wasn't a clotty thing and my horrid injections and stuff were pointless. The doctors and stuff seemed convinced it was a DVT... They now think I pulled a muscle pretty badly... in my sleep... Only I could do that! I have to go back there if my leg gets all weird or anything. I'm so glad to be home! It was a nightmare. At least I now know I'm unlikely to get a pulmonary embolism and die. =]
The food was shit. I thought cheese sandwiches were impossible to fuck up, but the ones there were only just edible. I had jacket potato and it was vile... it was like eating a large, barbecued testicle. Luckily, I had a small supply of junk food to keep me going. I hated not being able to use the toilets as much as I wanted to. I have a weird thing about toilets so I had to avoid them as much as I could, so peed as little as possible.
Ooohh... a couple of random people on the ward said I looked quite small for 31 weeks. I thought I was huge! XD
I got like no sleep in the hospital, and I can't wait to finally go to sleep in my nice new (well, new to my bedroom) bed tonight!
Saturday 15 August 2009
Bedrooms, Pain, Fucktards and Mario Kart...
I have a bed! Like, a proper bed! My room looks 100% different. See- lookies at piccies! I wish I had a before picture for comparison. It's a dramatic change and it's awesome. Spent hoobloads of time sorting everything out. Yay for productivity. In the 2 pics you can see most of the room. It looks dead tidy... Not as tidy as it could be, but considerably better than it did. I've emptied things, got rid of things and whatnot. Done hoobloads! I'm so proud of myself for being so productive recently. And yes, I am aware that my bed looks like it belongs to a 5 year old... I like it that way! =D
It was so weird this morning. I woke up screaming. I had the worst pain I've ever had in my life. It was like a crampy thing in my leg and it was horrid. After a few mins I kind of sorted it out, limped to the bathroom, peed, went back to my room and went back to sleep. When I awoke, it was still quite painful (and still is right now). It feels all achey in a weird way and hurts pretty badly if I bend/straighten out my ankle too much or try to walk up and down the stairs. It hurts when I walk too, but not as badly and I'm getting used to it now. I have no idea what's wrong with it. I've been trying to contact my mother to ask her about it (because she's a nurse and knows more about medical crap than me) all day, but as usual, her phone is switched off. >.<
I'm so, so VERY pissed off... Not because of my mothers ignorageness, but because of her brother. He hasn't spoken to my grandmother for months. She's really upset about it and she didn't do anything wrong. Some shit (that I'm not gonna go into) happened a couple of months ago and she kicked her husband out for like a day or something. It was only partly because of the shit that happened blablablaaah. Ever since then, he hasn't spoken to her. My grandfather asked him why he isn't speaking to her and he said it was because he's angry because of that, it's her fault he didn't get a job he applied for and apparently my mum has a right to side with her husband or something. He also seems to have a problem with the fact that I live here and his mother treats me as though I'm her daughter rather than a granddaughter. But yeah, it's fucking stupid. The stuff that happened between my grandparents is in the past now and was none of his business anyway... Excuse me, but HOW THE FUCK is him fucking up an interview for a job he wasn't even qualified for anything to do with my grandmother?! And the thing about my mum and stepdad... Well, neither me or my grandparents have any idea what the fuck he's on about! Anyway, these things are to do with my grandparents, my mum and her husband. Nothing to do with him. He's such a fucking twat and if I wouldn't get into trouble, I'd get on a train, turn up at his house and beat the crap outta him... Wanktard. I actually hate him more than I currently dislike his twin brother.
I'm currently re-addicted to Mario Kart DS. I don't really have anything to say about it apart from 'ohmygod I forgot how awesome it is'! If anyone has the game and wants to play against me, just give me your friend code! XD
Hoobletoodledoo!
Sunday 9 August 2009
Silly Stanny!
Picture this: Pregnant person, confused and unable to move, sandwiched between a mattress and a bunk bed thingy... That happened to me today. I was putting my mattress back on my bed thing after sorting out everything I kept up there instead of my mattress. I thought I would be able to put the mattress back on to the bed while I was still on the bed... It didn't exactly go to plan... It worked eventually though! It was quite hard to breathe because of all the dust and the fact I had a heavy mattress on top of me. I could barely move. I thought I was going to have to stay up there for the rest of my life. After at least half an hour of wriggling, I finally managed to be on top of the mattress instead of under it. So now I have a bed... A bed that's only going to be there for a few more days, but one that I don't think I'll be able to sleep in anyway. I currently pee like a zillion times a night and find it difficult to climb the ladder these days anyway (that's why I've been on a mattress on the floor for quite a few months). So I'll probably end up sleeping on the floor. It's stupid really... I'm not even sure why I put the mattress up there anyway! *rolls eyes at self*
Awww, Miyavi is nomming a big block of hay. I'd nom some too, but I'm trying to stop myself from eating so much food that isn't intended for humans. So far in the last week or so I've sampled mushed up degu food, a bit of hamster food and a doggie chocolate button. No, not weird cravings (well. the degu food thing kinda was), just curiosity.
I don't really know what to write. I just kinda felt the need to tell the bloggiverse how silly I am. Hoobletoodledoo!
Awww, Miyavi is nomming a big block of hay. I'd nom some too, but I'm trying to stop myself from eating so much food that isn't intended for humans. So far in the last week or so I've sampled mushed up degu food, a bit of hamster food and a doggie chocolate button. No, not weird cravings (well. the degu food thing kinda was), just curiosity.
I don't really know what to write. I just kinda felt the need to tell the bloggiverse how silly I am. Hoobletoodledoo!
Friday 7 August 2009
Ultra-boringness.
Hoobledoop! I have nothing interesting to write about once again. If you don't want to die of boredom, please stop reading now. I apologise for even writing this... I'm just so bored right now!
I found a load of stamps yesterday (well, technically the day before) and decided to write some letters. I used to write lots of letters about a year and a half ago... Then I just kind of stopped for some reason. The letters I wrote said nothing interesting and were pretty random, but it felt like I was doing something good with my time. It was super-fun to write things and I drew pictures for people too. Not good, super-artistic things... Just random little things. It felt so good posting them though. It made me feel productive.
Talking of productivity, I'm still in the process of getting rid of lots of stuff I own. I've been sorting out a different part of my room each day. I'm slowly getting to where I want to be with my room. Hopefully in a week or so, it'll be completely different! It's weird that I now have two useable desks when three days ago I didn't have one. In a few more days it'll be down to one useable desk as one of them is attatched to the underneath of my bed thingy and I'm going to dismantle that to make room for the bed from my mum's house.
Ooohhh... My uncle, cousins and auntie are currently in my mums house while she is in Scotland. (If I find out anyone has been sleeping in my room, I'll cut them up into little pieces and feed the chopped up bits of person to Jarvis. >.<) Apparently, one of my cousins (who can't even walk yet) was climbing up and down the stairs and fell down them. Why the fuck were they letting him do that unsupervised? My mum doesn't let my half brother (who is older than my cousin and can walk and stuff) go on the stairs alone. There's a gate at the top of the stairs and a door at the bottom, so there's really no excuse! I'm now worried about Mickey and Sunny (my cats) as if they are that irresponsible with their own son, they obviously can't be trusted with someone elses cats! >.<
Oooohhooohhooohhh... I just realised, I haven't written about Morrissey's good news yet! A few days ago I took him to the vets and he'd put on 25 grams since they last saw him. There was no more talk of putting him to sleep. He was breathing ok and everything. The vet said that I just need to keep making sure he eats and giving him his medicine. His head is going to stay tilted for probably at least a month or so (apparently that's a brainy, inner ear-y thingy). I have to keep giving him his medicine for quite a long time, even if he seems to be better. He's now becoming a lot more lively and stuff. He ate loads of the mush when I was feeding him earlier... The most mush I've ever seen him eat... I'm so proud of him! I know there's still a long way to go with him, but he definitely seems to be on the mend! =D
Blah, blah, blah. Might as well give up on this and consider going to sleep or something.
I found a load of stamps yesterday (well, technically the day before) and decided to write some letters. I used to write lots of letters about a year and a half ago... Then I just kind of stopped for some reason. The letters I wrote said nothing interesting and were pretty random, but it felt like I was doing something good with my time. It was super-fun to write things and I drew pictures for people too. Not good, super-artistic things... Just random little things. It felt so good posting them though. It made me feel productive.
Talking of productivity, I'm still in the process of getting rid of lots of stuff I own. I've been sorting out a different part of my room each day. I'm slowly getting to where I want to be with my room. Hopefully in a week or so, it'll be completely different! It's weird that I now have two useable desks when three days ago I didn't have one. In a few more days it'll be down to one useable desk as one of them is attatched to the underneath of my bed thingy and I'm going to dismantle that to make room for the bed from my mum's house.
Ooohhh... My uncle, cousins and auntie are currently in my mums house while she is in Scotland. (If I find out anyone has been sleeping in my room, I'll cut them up into little pieces and feed the chopped up bits of person to Jarvis. >.<) Apparently, one of my cousins (who can't even walk yet) was climbing up and down the stairs and fell down them. Why the fuck were they letting him do that unsupervised? My mum doesn't let my half brother (who is older than my cousin and can walk and stuff) go on the stairs alone. There's a gate at the top of the stairs and a door at the bottom, so there's really no excuse! I'm now worried about Mickey and Sunny (my cats) as if they are that irresponsible with their own son, they obviously can't be trusted with someone elses cats! >.<
Oooohhooohhooohhh... I just realised, I haven't written about Morrissey's good news yet! A few days ago I took him to the vets and he'd put on 25 grams since they last saw him. There was no more talk of putting him to sleep. He was breathing ok and everything. The vet said that I just need to keep making sure he eats and giving him his medicine. His head is going to stay tilted for probably at least a month or so (apparently that's a brainy, inner ear-y thingy). I have to keep giving him his medicine for quite a long time, even if he seems to be better. He's now becoming a lot more lively and stuff. He ate loads of the mush when I was feeding him earlier... The most mush I've ever seen him eat... I'm so proud of him! I know there's still a long way to go with him, but he definitely seems to be on the mend! =D
Blah, blah, blah. Might as well give up on this and consider going to sleep or something.
Monday 3 August 2009
Degus, bog-monsters and vampires,
I'm so proud of Morrissey (the degu)! On Wednesday morning I have to take him to the vets. He has to have put on weight by then. Assuming my scales measure grams the same as the ones in the vets, I'm pretty sure he's put on about 15 grams since Thursday or Friday or whenever he went there! He weighed 155g in the vets, yesterday he weighed 168g and today he weighs 171 grams... I think! He's hard to measure, as the number on the scales changes if he moves even just a little bit! He's started taking his new (and apparently vile tasting) medicine very well. Mixing it up in his food and spoon feeding him it was definitely a good idea! =]
Both goos seem quite cheerful tonight. Earlier on, Morrissey was sitting on my hand being fed and making his happy noise, whilst Miyavi was playfully rolling a thingy of hay around the cage. It made me to happy to see them both so happy and to see Morrissey eating. Every time I see him eat anything at the moment is great because I know he's eating and probably isn't going to lose any more weight. =]
Tried some of the mushy degu shizz I've been feeding Morrissey this morning. I thought the smell was quite appealing and had to try some for myself. It tasted just like porridge, but a little bit weird. I wasn't too impressed with the weird tasting bit of it and I wasn't sure what some of the ingredients were, so I had two bowls of porridge to satisfy my degu food craving... They really are freakishly similar!
Ooohh... I went to my auntie's house this afternoon. Apparently I scarred my cousin-type-thing for life... Oops... Apparently she flushes the toilet really quickly and runs out as fast as she can whenever she uses the toilet because of a stupid little story about 'bog monsters' I told her in the graveyard when I was about 13 and she was about 6. I feel kind of guilty about it, but it's fucking hilarious!
Tomorrow will be super-busy... I have to have my anti-d injection. I have to have my blood stolen and tested for things tomorrow too as I keep freaking out about getting the blood stolen after the incident a couple of weeks ago. Because there's so much shizz that needs doing, I'm worried I'll be in the hospital for a very long time. I have to go to the job centre to 'sign on' in the early afternoon. Thankfully, it'll be the last time I have to do that (I think). The people at the job centre are twats apart from like one person there! I need to find time in the hospital to ask what they actually do with the blood after testing it for things. I'm certain they are vampires, especially after the midwife joked about being one... but I want to know for sure what they really do with all the blood!
Hoobletoodledoo!
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