late nights, bright lights

It's my birthday in five weeks (well, 5 weeks and 2 days). Weird. It feels like I just had a birthday. I unfortunately will most likely be at work for my birthday this year, not drinking in a hot tub and eating fresh reindeer meat like last year. :|

Nanowrimo progress is plodding lately, as you can see:



Weird plot twist in the Popstar AU I'm working on was very weird, but I am kind of giddy over the overall spin it's put on the plot as a whole. Much, much better. The characters just... work better now.

I will not update you all re: the robot one. It is going... Horrifyingly.

Rex, our bearded dragon, died last week. Here's a picture of him being silly, as was his custom.



Will miss his scaly orange self.

I am working all weekend, and though I would rather stay in bed until my hair has grown out past my feet, I shall head into the retail battle and attempt to make the best of it. My friends are bringing in their golden that I haven't seen since he was 7 weeks (he's like, 16 weeks now). EXCITE.

Walked around with the sweetest baby ball python at work today and I AM ACTUALLY IN LOVE. Did a lion cut on a little grey tabby today in grooming class and I AM ACTUALLY IN LOVE.

Shaving cats = damn good time. And omfg, seriously. Snakes. How much do I love them? It's not even a real number.

This is best thing of my life right now. I want Chad to win it all. I think he's got the chops. That Voldemort fellow might give him some trouble, but if anyone can beat him, it's not some skinny wizard kid, it's CMM. Believe it.

Someone up the street started setting off fireworks while I was out with Abby. She did not like that. We ran the rest of the way home. Way too much excitement for one dog though, because she's acting like an unconscious backrest right now.

Idiot beardie fell asleep with his face smushed into the glass.

Pets are ridiculous, end of story.

New roommate started moving her things in today. She seems nice. But, I mean, she's not Katie and I won't be able to walk around in my panties or shower with the door open and so she's starting with forty points against her. I'm sure we'll get along fine for the next four weeks until my only roommate is that spiteful cat.

Tomorrow is the grand and great day of writing, for which I am very excited. I'll be on AIM for a good chunk of the day, so hit me up if you're looking for word wars (you should be able to figure out my username).

Love y'all.

Some of you may have heard about the ordered euthanasia of almost 350 animals at the Newmarket animal shelter because of a massive ringworm infection and also have met me and therefore can probably predict everything I'm about to write.

( But in case you haven't, here's me talking at you about it some. )

This is the first thing I want to ramble about

Going to the pet store kills a little piece of my soul every time I do it. The people are unhelpful, the fish creep me the frick out and the other animals always seem depressed and sickly.

I went yesterday morning to buy gecko food and after three or four minutes of trying to get someone's attention, the clerk is walking by me and I say 'excuse me?' and he says 'need something, lady?'

Things Wrong With This:
1. 'Need something' is not any way to greet anyone, let alone a paying customer who comes in multiple times a week (and asks you for the same thing every time).
2. I've been politely asking for your assistance since I got here, clearly I need something.
3. I'm not a 'lady'! I'm a 'miss' or a 'pretty girl'. You douche, you ruined my day.

And they had at least a dozen rats in a ten gallon tank with a glass lid (which, imnsho, borders on cruel) and one of them wry neck something fierce and it always makes me sad.

But I got my crickets and went home. Pepperoni had a hard time eating them, of course, because we have determined he is not very bright at all. He kept lunging for the reflection of the crickets in the tank wall while the actual crickets were sitting right next to him. It's very entertaining to watch a gecko hunt for food.

Went to the dog rescue today. Last weekend while I was holed up in my fort watching Muppets and being ridiculous sick, they got a huge influx of small dogs. Normally the rescue is full of big dogs, right, so small dogs are rare. But last week they got like, nine.

Now. I don't like small dogs. I like biiiiiig dogs. So going into the pen with ten little yippy fluff things was not high on my list of things to do. But then I did stick myself in there and Oh. My. Gosh. Okay. Okay. There's this terrible little thing called Reed (some sort of Silky Terrier cross) and he's grey and like, the barkiest thing ever when he gets going but when I was just chilling out in the pen, he curled up on my lap and was purring for me. PURRING. He needed to put on like, ten pounds though. Poor little dogs. So many of them are underweight. I just want to cuddle them all. Except Cody, who bit me and frak does it ever sting.

Okay, but I don't need a dog. I don't need a dog. I DON'T NEED A DOG. I especially don't need a little dog that likes to bark. It is just my weird fixation on babies recently. Because small dogs that need a proper brushing and extra food cuddles because they are sad rescues are just like babies! Stupid girl parts, making me want to nurture helpless drooly things.

This is the second thing I want to ramble about

Lemonade is awesome.

So I was at my dad's for a few days.

His dog [Nessa- she's fucking NUTS] had five puppies back at the beginning of May. They sold two and kept the other three. So when I was up there, they had one left [plus their three: Neesha, Nelson and Bear]. So: five dogs all told.

Then there are Lucy and Ricky, the lovebirds. Not too much trobule. They're noisy, but they are generally well-behaved.

Scooter is the nice guinea piug. He's all grey and fluffy and it looks like e has a little guinea mohawk, and I luvvel him.

But Sneakers is the evil guinea pig. Pure. Evil. I went to refill his water bottle, and he tried to gnaw my hand off.

There are four snakes that live in the rocks in the yard; two toads. one huge and one normal sized, that live under the deck, and about ten thousand birds that thrive off the four feeders [one of them is a hummingbird feeder! I love those little guys ^_^].

My uncle, who is a contracter, found a frog inside one of the homes he was working in. So he caught it and was bringing it home to put in his pond. He turned a corner and the lid popped off the container. The frog hopped out, and straight into the air conditioning vent of the truck. So he thought, you know, it's a small frog, maybe if I turn the fan on, it will blow the frog back out.

Bad move, that's all I'll say about that.

I got home, and my cat, Ziggy, mauled me. She misses me when I go away.

And then of course, there are the two dogs, Whisper and Sophie. Whisper, who is so emo, it's weird. And Sophie, the little fluff thing with the crazy/lazy eyes.

But then! But then!

We got a frickin' kitten last night. A frickin' kitten! Why do we need another kitten? I wanted another cat. Like Bucky from Get Fuzzy.

She violent. She clawed my leg to bits. She also chased Whisper out of the living room. Whisper = full grown greyhound. Kitten = tiny little six weeks old kitten.

Whisper just ran into the computer room and cried. And I think she wrote in her journal...

I wanna name the kitty 'Elphaba', but my mother is flim-flamming about the name at the moment.

And the damn kitten got into my dinner last night. Auntie Linda brought me yummy takeout noodles and rice, and the cat tried to steal it.

She nested in my noodles!