My furball.

Before you start reading: NO JOKES ABOUT FURRIES!

I think I'm going to cough up a furball. I feel like I have a lump of hair somewhere in either my trachea or oesophagus, not sure which. I keep coughing and couging but I just can't get it up (not that, you filthbag- the furball :P). It's horrible and I wish I was a cat because they're supposed to get furballs. I feel like some kind of anomaly. Maybe I'm not really human, or maybe my body is trying to tell me I'm really some kind of human-cat hybrid, that it's been masquerading as human all these years and now it's time to come out of the closet... or cat litter tray. So many possible theories. O_o

Perhaps I'm wrong and it isn't a furball... Maybe it's something to do with my current affliction. I have swine flu (although it's really just a bad cold, but swine flu sounds more dramatic :P)...

Speaking of swine flu, the Egyptian pig massacre was ridiculous... I thought Egyptians were supposed to be clever with all the pyramids and stuff... In fact, why didn't they just lock the piggies in a pyramid for a while so they would have time to research things properly? And then if they still felt like being absolute retards, they could have sent all the piggies to another country... preferably this one because I really want a pet pig.

... Anyhow, back to my cold. It's a nightmare! I filled up a whole bin with used tissues, my nose is a waterfall, my head hurts, my throat is somewhere between sore and itchy and blahblahblahblahblahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. >.< Although I did fall asleep with my head on the dog this morning... could have inhaled and/or swallowed some dog hair I guess. =/

Anyhow, hoobletoodledoo!

A very sad day...

Oh no. Over the last few weeks I have grown rather fond of a young cat called Fluffy. She's an adorable little ball of fluff with a tail bushy enough to put Basil Brush to shame. She acts more like a dog than a cat and is fucking hilarious... Sadly, some shit happened and now she has to go to some kind of kitty orphanage. Not only will I never see her again, but it will make her 10 year old owner exceedingly sad. I've begged and begged the grandparents to let her stay here for a bit, but they wont because of the dog and the rodents. Apparently the dog would hate it, but I know for a fact that Polly loves cats and the most that would happen would be a wee bit of doggy jealousy. The rodent problem would be easy enough to get round - I would just have to find a way to stop Fluffy getting to them which would pretty much only involve moving Jarvis into my bedroom and not letting Fluffy go in there. I don't understand why the grandparents have a problem with it. It's a very sad day. =[

In other news, I am now up to date with my Waterloo Road DVDs. I bought series two and the second one of series three... tonight should be fun... lots of Waterloo Road whilst spending hoobloads of time brushing my hair. I might even dye my hair today. What colour? I hear you ask... BROWN! Yes, a normal colour. In fact, my natural colour. I haven't had that since about three months after my 16th birthday. I don't miss it whatsoever and I have no idea what my motives for wanting brown hair are, but hey ho! XD

I'm still doing the Volvic 14 day challenge. I think I'm on about day 20 now! I'm loving the volcanic hydration. I might turn it into the 14 year challenge.

I passionately hate both Bejeweled and Tetris. No matter how hard I try, I just can not beat my highest scores in either of them. It's exceedingly frustrating!

Anyhow, hoobletoodledoo!