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