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I've decided people are deluded. Do I make myself the exception? No, not at all. I know there's some things I probably delude myself with, but that's okay. Shit happens. There's so many things I want to respond to, but I hold my tongue for the sake of sanity and not "starting" anything. Is it worth holding a bitchfest over livejournal? No, not really, because the second I put my two cents down, they're going to get bitchy with me. So I'll just leave that to comments in my away messages and not care two shits of what other people say.

Everything with Tim has been so amazing lately. He's been so incredibly sweet and loving and it's just amazing to have been with someone for this long and still feel as strongly for him as I do. Much happiness. However, we both have our moments and today just happened to be one of the worst ones. That's all I'm going to say about that. Close friends will probably eventually know details. Hm.

Which is making me back up and re-examine some things since I never particularly considered myself a person who cares to censor things. Why the fuck bother? I think I'm going to start looking into a livejournal crunch combined with a friends only banner.

( Quizzes )

I'm worth $1,894,601.70! How much are you worth?

Tim and I got to go see Saw last night. Great movie, with the exception of Cary Elwes being a bit over the top with his acting at times lol. Honestly, he makes for a better comedy actor (Princess Bride & Robin Hood: Men in Tights) than he does a horror movie actor. But that's okay. I love him anyway :D

The ending was definitely a twist and a half. Seriously, you could feel the "WHOA" just drip out of everyone in the theater. You just weren't expecting it at all (and if you did, you're superman). Definitely go see it. It made me squirm a little (which says a lot since I usually don't flinch much at all). Definitely very good. Go see!

Not sure what's going on tonight. Maybe Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels. I've never seen it before, but Tim has. Says it's good. So it's something to do. I'm just kind of putzing around until I notice that it's "safe" for me to go downstairs. Heh.

Oooh - saw the most adorable kitten at Pets N You today! He was soo tiny and poofy and was just sitting at the edge of his litter box, his paws hanging over the edge with this really sleepy look on his face. And he was only 40 bucks. I WANTED him. If I had an apartment of my own, man...he'd be mine. But...then there's that whole issue of vet visits and what not and, yeah, totally can't afford that. But maybe I can go grab him and give him to my mommy. She wants another cat...

Hahah...wishful thinking. I wish I could get that cat, though. He was so cute. Besides, we're planning on getting a kitten next month. I can wait that long...

So I was talking with Lindsay after Brit Lit today (as I always seem to do every MWF) and somehow the topic of off campus apartments came up. Basically I told her I don't know what I'm going to do next semester when next year's living situation comes up because I don't know anyone who will basically want to room with me (and vice versa). Lindsay mentioned she's been wanting to move out of her house simply because she's an adult and keeps butting heads with her parents about certain things. Sooo...we both basically came to the conclusion that the idea of moving into an off campus non-Lycoming College affiliated apartment might be a good idea since it'll be cheaper than living on campus and what not. Soo...I'm actually excited about the whole thing since in the long run it'll probably be better for me.

Now I just need to speak to my parents (she needs to speak with hers more than I with mine, though) and we need to look into finding places around here. We may have another girl Brenna join us, too (she happened upon us when we were talking about it), but obviously that all depends on how things go parental wise and search wise. But I'm excited nonetheless.

So I had to request the contact information of the guy I bought the gamecube from since he's being a shit and isn't responding to my emails. So now I need to call him. I'll do that soon. It's definitely earlier over in California...

Tim's roommate & suitemates won't be around this weekend. Neither will my roommates. Wheee.

Saw tonight. Alfie next weekend.

Rainy days make me lazy.

I've been trying to write part of my novel, but I keep stumbling. I guess I'm not in the mood for the character. Or at least I'm having a hard time getting back that "Unity" feeling (the character's name is Unity, heh). She's a great character, really witty and fun. When I first starting writing her, I was thrilled. Now I'm sitting here like "derr". It'll come back. Maybe I should work on the other book I never finished. Maybe the character hopping will get me back into Unity.

I need sleep pretty bad, but it feels too early. I also want to type up my story some, maybe pound out a page or two. I fell asleep for a little bit up in Tim's room earlier. Unfortunately, I did so while he was talking to me. He didn't like that too much. I was jolted awake by the sound of his finishing touch razor buzzing in my ear. Bastard. I was so sleepy :(

Tim is officially moving in with a kid named Tate next semester. They'll both be transferred over to Williams. I'm quite happy with this because it gets me out of Crever when it pisses me off and now I don't have to deal with Tim being pissy because of shit his roommate & suitemates are pulling. Really, those are the things that end with him in a tizzy. I think he'll be happy with a more considerate roommate. Plus, I won't have to deal with Damien (ever) after this. Yay.

Lucky Tim. :\

Fear Factor, baby.

Edit: I worked a little on my story - editted out some of the stuff that I'll put back in later...rearranged some things...also wrote some more here and there. Only about two more pages of work, but still more than what I had. I looked at the total word count and it's somewhere over 14,000. Granted I started this last year, but it is the nanowrimo novel I started last year and I did stop about a week into it due to some problems, so it's just like starting up where I left off. Fun for me.

Hm...I've decided that this year I'm actually going to have some New Years Resolutions. All of them will focus on writing, which I've seriously slacked off on over the past few years. Of course, I'm going to start working on those resolutions now...but they still count for New Years. Heh.
1. Finish For Strife and Slaughter (Book One).
2. Start Blood Champion (Book Two)
[At least hopefully two books is the plan...depends on length and how I feel about the whole thing as I progress with S&S]
3. Finish The Grytyns
[Really, I should be finishing Grytyns first simply because I started it my junior year of high school and I absolutely loved almost everything about it. I got to the peak of the book and I stopped. I always get frustrated when I get to the middle of a story/novel and that's when I start to pan away from the story. I need to not do that any more.]

So those are my goals. I think I'll end up switching between S&S and Grytyns (hopefully) over the next year or so, but I really want to finish both of them. Maybe Blood Champion will be next year's nanowrimo's project. But that's a year from now. But who says you can't start planning, right?

I just (more or less) finished my short story #2 (now titled Baby's Breath). I just need to type the corrections and the two hand-written pages into the computer. I hate how I didn't allow myself time to really leave it alone for a little while, then go back and edit it before class time. But we'll see what happens later tonight.

I also wrote my opening for short story #3. I'm not really sure it's something that means something to me personally, but it means something to somebody and I know I can get it to work. I just got the idea while I was talking to Tim about something, so I ran with it. And if Hawkes doesn't like it...then...errr...I want to say "too bad", but I want to do well. So we'll see.

I wanted to write some of my novel today, but I need a little break from writing at the moment. Maybe some TV that doesn't have anything political attached to it would be great. Yeah. I think that's what I need.

Off I go...

Cafeteria food always seems to make my tummy hurt. Not really shocking, I suppose.

I didn't finish short story #2 last night. Which means I'll be doing that and a story opener today. Don't let me lounge with my boyfriend! Tell me that is a bad thing to do! (But we all know that's what I'll be doing.)

I am currently involved with an unpaid item dispute on ebay. Apparently I never paid for my gamecube, which is news to me. I sent my check out weeks ago. He got it. He called me for the item number. I gave it to him. He said 7 days needs must past before it went through. And now he's telling ebay I didn't pay him. Really, that's bullshit. I didn't cancel the check. There's plenty of money in that account. I am NOT handing over another 75.99 to some dipshit who wants to fuck with me.

And, of course, has this guy answered my return dispute? Not at all. If he hasn't responded by tomorrow, I am running to eBay and bitching. This is ridiculous!

Plus, I still haven't gotten my sims game that I ordered a month ago. I emailed the very Korean girl (meaning her english was shoddy, at best) who told me not to give her negative feedback because she gave me great feedback and she swears she's sending the thing. Uhm...hi...fuck that...I don't care what problems you're going through right now, but so many people are now leaving comments about never getting their stuff. I don't trust you, you little shit. If it doesn't get here soon, I'm flipping shit.

Democrats are sulky. Republicans look smug. I hate politics.

I talked to Jeff. Yeah, nothing is going to be done. I personally didn't see anything. Fuck if Tim will step forward.

I'm tired and philosophy will doubtlessly put me to sleep today. Maybe I'll bring my phone and play Tetris. Or maybe I should actually pay attention. We'll see.

I really think Bush has this election. I mean, obviously not everything is in right now...but viewing what has come in and tallying up the electorial votes it would take to launch Kerry beyond Bush...sorry, people. We're probably stuck with the ape-man yet another year. Kerry needs Ohio to stay in the race...and from what I'm seeing, he ain't gettin' it.

No, I didn't vote. And, no, I'm not complaining. Whether or not I did vote wouldn't have mattered. Jersey came out Kerry and that's who I would have voted for.

I just don't think presidents should be able to have that re-election option. Honestly, it's a security blanket, people. People stay with what they know. And, unfortunately, what we know isn't always the best thing out there.

In other words, and vaguely related to the election, I think people outside of the US should really just keep their traps shut on what they think they know about the war. Obviously this doesn't apply to everyone who talks about it. But, really, unless you know hard facts, war tactics, and other such things...just keep your trap shut. Yes, I have taken classes on war during my college career and believe me when I say the teacher I've had will be the first to criticize the US (and he does so every now and again). No, it isn't a piece of cake to find one man in that sand pit. No, it isn't easy to control that situation. I don't like Bush, but facts are facts. It's not an easy war to control. So, really, if you don't know the facts and just find it amusing that we can't find someone or control one country, shut up. What do you know?

Hey, it sucks that Bush is (probably) going to be back in office, but shit happens.

So something my mom told me Friday is just starting to really sink into my head as of today.

My aunt is going to be officially moving in with us November 2nd. Yes, tomorrow. Will I be there? No. But I know she's using my room because before I left yesterday she specifically asked for all of my bed sheets and what not. I mean it makes sense because, aside from my parents' room, mine is the largest. It has a table and plenty of floor space. It just irks me that my aunt only contacts us when she wants a place to stay or wants some money or whatever. She was supposed to come stay with us back in mid-May. Now it's the beginning of November and since it's convenient to her, it's time to hit up the brother for a place to stay.

I haven't seen her since my graduation party in 2002. She never calls. She always makes excuses on why she can't see us...mostly because the last time she asked for my money, my dad told her no. Which is reasonable since he has two kids to put through college. We don't have money coming out our asses and everything.

So I really don't want her to come up and stay with us. Maybe that makes me selfish or inconsiderate. I don't know. I just don't know how to deal with her any more.

Unrelated tangent:
What is with the "Reserved for Swimming" signs that have been placed on tables in the back of the cafeteria? Honestly, I need a seat too. It's busy during lunch and dinner hours so how do you justify reserving seats for a certain activity when everyone else is having a hard time also finding places to sit? I mean, come on. I can understand it if you were trying to have a meal with everyone. But...you know...why not just have a PDR? Or something. And there were only two swimmers sitting there anyway. Complete bullshit, if you ask me.

Oh well. I got a seat. So I don't really care all that much.

So the weekend was nice. I'm a little tired right now, but that's okay. I did get a good amount of sleep and it makes me happy :)

I got the greatest reception from my doggy when I went home on Friday. He was all whining and trying to run over to me (my mom was restraining him in the doorway) and he proceeded to zip all over the place once I did get inside. Silly puppy. Gizmo was a little more hesitant when he saw me, the little brat, but as soon as I started throwing his little mouse around, he kept coming over to me and rubbing against me and purring. He's so sweet sometimes. But such a prince.

Tog (and Barf, I suppose) is sick. That makes me sad since there isn't anything I can do for him. I'm pretty sure he has a respiratory problem from the bedding my parents are using for the boys. On the other hand, Tig and Krul look all sorts of manly hahah. They're fat and their coats are glossy and they're getting along fine.

I, however, am a little under the weather. I'm not even going to start on who I blame that on, but those who know the rant..well..know the rant. My throat is sore and the fact that I'm immensely allergic to my cat didn't help my sickness any when I got home.

My mommy bought me Excedrin Migraine and IBProfen so that I can battle my tension headaches. Hopefully it does something.

Friday night I hung out with Caurilyn! Sadly, I stole her computer for what Tim accounts as 2 hours for the sole purpose of playing Sims 2. I had fun. I want it! We also watched Ned Kelly which was awesome (the Australian movie with Heath Ledger and Orlando Bloom playing accent-ladden outlaws...yes...GO WATCH!). I got to see Caurilyn's mousey girls. Hazey looks so old :( It made me sad. But Sarah and Punkin are looking gorgeous (Tim looooved Sarah, girlie).

Then it was home and up until 3am just lounging and talking...then sleep until 11:30 - the most awesomest night of sleep we've had in a long time. The afternoon wasn't so great. Tim and I ended up quibbling because my mom tagged along when we went shopping and that made Tim uncomfortable, which made me uncomfortable. So we bickered. Oh well. That was resolved quickly. And I got two new long-sleeved shirts, both of which Tim says he loves on me. Hahah. We ended up watching football (Oklahoma vs. Oklahome State; and Michigan vs. Michigan State) and then the movie Twisted, which was another good, interesting movie. I really didn't see the twist at the end coming. I thought I was all correct, and then they threw something else at me. Go figure. Early night. Yay. But worse sleeping because my mom didn't control the dog this morning and so he kept scratching at the door. But that's okay.

I also learned that apparently my brother was grounded all of September for a run in with the police. He and Cooper were out late (1am) in the beginning of September and some guy apparently saw them standing around his car, so he called the cops and talked with them for a bit while he waited for them to get there. Cooper ran off, Tim stuck around because he didn't think it was a big deal, having not done anything. So the cop frisked him and handcuffed him and brought him down to the station. My brother is extremely naive and the fact that he got hauled off to the station in handcuffs kind of amuses me. I mean, just last night my brother and his friends snuck out of the house and my mom confronted him when he came back. They all had paintball guns. So the next day I asked my brother if they got any houses he goes "We only got one" while his friend kept shouting "no we didn't! we didn't get any houses!" Honestly, my brother just isn't good with the whole lying thing. Like I was telling my brother, if my brother was told he would be tortured for information, he'd blurt it all out in 2.2 seconds. He doesn't think to run or hide anything. He's an awful liar to begin with. I just can't believe he was picked up by the police.

But it was a good weekend. And I came back to a foul-smelling room and a fish sitting on the bathroom counter with all of his bowl-crap sitting in the one sink. Hm.

Bah. Just got my Brit Lit exam back and I got a B+. It's just so...wrong...on so many different levels. I mean, come on, I should be getting a friggin' A in that class. Not a B+. Not an A-. An A. I got an A in Medieval Lit. This is Brit Lit. It isn't that difficult, Lauren.

So I think as long as I get A's on my next to response papers and an A on my final, that B+ should be boosted up. I just...need to start reading the material. Hah. Yeah, that usually helps. Spenser's Faerie Queene is evil, however, and I think I'm going to have to dig up the very modern english version because, while the story already blows, early modern english isn't helping dernit.

I know a B+ isn't the end all of grades, but...it's my major. It's a teacher I've taken before...and it's an easy teacher. I know I'm not doing my greatest. And I need to work on that. It's like in philosophy. I need to start appyling myself a little more and it'll be all good.

So I get to go home this weekend! Yay! I really shouldn't be spending my time sitting here typing out an entry, but I just needed to rant for a short bit. I need to clean out the three sisters' cage (maybe), get all of my stuff together, and since my stomach is murdering me, I need to get some food. All in an hour. So I should get moving.

On the plus side, I actually got sleep last night. Granted I woke up around 6:30, drifted, woke up at 7:15, drifted, woke up, drifted, etc... But I actually curled up in bed at around 11, watched some tv, talked with Erin, got kept up a little by Heather, but I know I eventually fell asleep by 1. I think.

Which is a record for me. I needed that sleep (even though I had a 2 1/2hr nap yesterday). I was feeling like crap (one of the biggest tension headaches of my life yesterday). Yep. I just learned my chronic, painful headaches are tension headaches...which are a sort of migraine. Sound and light hurt my head in those instances and tynelol (or the generic) don't help either. They're coupled with muscle tension in the neck and shoulders and upper arms...making things very painful in my head and on my body. Go me.

So I was miserable.

But I survived. Go me.

Now..off to pack/gather, eat breakfast, and clean a mouse cage.

I hate how some people have blinders on when it comes to music. Honestly, how many people can sit there and say they can't stand music outside of one particular genre? Yes, I have genres that I can't stand ("emo" and country being only two of them), but I will be the first to stand up and say that my collection of music is all over the place. I love artists like Fiona Apple and Rasputina, but I also indulge in the guilty pleasure of Nickelback and Third Eye Blind. I don't view any of them as being better than the other, because I like listening to all four of those. They simply have their own moments in which they can be listened to. No, I can't always listen to people like Fiona or the trio Rasputina. No, I can't always drag my ears through Nickelback. And, no, I'm not always in the mood for Third Eye Blind simply because when I do tend to get in the mood for them, I play them over and over and over and eventually it's time to move.

People simply make such rash and snoddy comments when it comes to music because some people simply attach themselves to one genre and mold themselves so firmly to it that it's hard to see the person beyond the music. Just because you like emo music doesn't mean you have to "become" emo. Why can't you just listen to something and that be that? Maybe my feet dance through too many varieties of music to understand how people can "become" their genre. But, to me, it's ridiculous. Do you have to like punk music to dress "punk"? No. Do you have to dress "emo" to like emo music? No. So why do people so often conform to those things? I see it happen all the time. It disgusts me more than it does anything else.

So when people make rude comments to me like "I'm getting a headache trying to figure out how you can listen to people such as Fiona and Rasputina and yet listen to Third Eye Blind" I get a little defensive.

I posted on the Fiona Has Wings forum board yesterday because I've been eagerly trying to find news of her new album. I then figured I'd get involved in the forum to a minor degree - you know, just kind of put myself in there and occasionally comment and what not. So I introduced myself.

But apparently I mistepped by announcing to people the kind of music I listen to beyond Fiona Apple and Poe and Rasputina and Frou Frou and Butterfly, etc...

I firmly adhere to the belief that people cannot enjoy one musical spectrum and anyone who tells themselves that anything outside of "their" genre is the worst thing out there, then they're liars and are simply delusional.

And, so, when my one roommate (Erin) laughed at me when I told her I was going to see Marilyn Manson in concert because, apparently, I look like the last person in the world who would go to such a thing, I simply stood there and told her she knew probably little to nothing about me as a whole person. She laughed even harder at the idea of Tim liking Manson...simply because he doesn't look like the type of person who would like him. So what? Isn't it fun to break the mold of stereotypes sometimes?

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Time to go jump into my boyfriend's bed *hopefully*

So I went up to visit Tim earlier and ultimately ended up with another headache because his roommate needs to constantly have his music on (you know, whether he's in the room or not) and it's the sort of music that's all scream and bass and nothing beyond that. Hm. So everytime I go up there and Damien's around I ultimately end up with a headache.

So I got instantly crabby...so we decided to go for a walk.

And on the walk I ultimately ended up bitching. I really don't want to be in school right now. No, that's not true. I just want to be done with classes. I want to be curled up without having to think about what I have to write for my short story that's got a deadline (I hate deadlines - they make me panicky and ultimately I stare at my notebook like "I can't stand this"). I think my philosophy grade really pushed me towards that way of thinking..I'm just really fed up with myself and some of the grades I've been getting lately when I KNOW I started out working so hard in the beginning of the semester.

Now, usually Tim and I end up walking the same path every time we go out for a walk - more or less. Today, we went a different way. I made him sit down and listen to me because I just couldn't walk any more. And then I saw Lindsay walking out of the AC about the time I was cooling down...so I called her over and she commenced operation bitch-tinue. Hahah. And we ended up talking about some spirituality things (actually, Cauri, some of her views are quite similar to yours...I was surprised) and some other stuff.

It was surprising the way we met up and kind of coincided with some of our conversation so it made us chuckle.

I'm talking to Cali-Kyle right now (haven't talked to him in MONTHS). He's having some girlfriend issues and is thinking of becoming a chem major (scary thought for a person that I used to role-play with >.<). Those last two sentences probably won't strike a bell in anyone's head except for Cauri's.

I'm tired.

I actually did something with my time today. I cleaned. Go me. It started with the mouse cage which took me forever because I put too much soap on the glass. Then I had to really scrub all of the houses and the food bowls because I was adding Faun into the mix. And then I found three wheels sitting next to the heater that have been there for weeks and were still covered in mouse crap. So I cleaned those. And the plastic house that Gadget had in her cage when she was alone.

I've been meaning to clean out the area beneath my bed because it's been building up all of my notebooks and was just a complete mess...so I did that and that's all completely rearranged. And then I stripped my sheets to bring home this weekend to clean and remade my bed. I cleaned off my desk, set up my books, and then completely vacuumed everything because there's been mouse shavings all over my desk and floor around my desk because I had two mice in wire cages over the past two days and they make messes by shoving everything OUT of their cages since they have nothing better to do.

I got my philosophy test back. I got a 2. I was very disappointed since I know I knew exactly what Tim did and yet I wasn't able to communicate it as well as he did. Or something. I know the material. I feel like his questions were too vague, or maybe I just didn't understand them. I don't know. Oh well. We have another test in two weeks so I have a chance to redeem myself.

My cramps are coming back. That means more midol. Joy.

Heather got a fish.

The Marilyn Manson concert at the end of November is definitely happening. We ordered the tickets and set up a night at the Inn at Reading for the night of the concert. I just said good bye to a good deal of money, but that's okay. Tim will be happy and it should be a very interesting time.

I spent an hour standing outside of the AC talking to Lindsay about a good number of things - backstabbers, things that piss us off, sex, boys, stresses...everything. Weird place to hold such a conversation, but we both had things to do and kept going as if to leave, only to further engage in conversation some more. It's nice to finally have a friend on campus I can really talk with and not feel uncomfortable or judged like I have in the past.

I made 8 new Fiona Apple icons (I think I accidently posted 4 of them in this journal yesterday...they were meant for fiona_fans. The icon I have up now is one of those icons. Can anyone guess the song?? It's one of her most popular ones...

I can't wait for her new cd to come out hopefully in February. Sony was a bitch last February and told her none of them were "radio worthy" so she's been rerecording and editing and everything since then. So we better get this cd this upcoming February. Would be a nifty birthday present, ya know ;) It sucks that she has to pull a radio worthy song out of her ass in order to get her cd released. Honestly, I would be happy as a clam if she wasn't on the radio. There are plenty of artists who don't appear on the radio (ie: Tori and Poe) who do great because they have a strong fan base. Oy.

I'm hungry. Foodtime needs to get here quicker. Not that I'll be hungry once I get into the cafeteria. :\

( Survey )

I've been posting too much. Oh well.

I couldn't get out of bed for Fiction this morning. No, I wasn't really tired. In fact, I had been awake for a good hour when the time came for me to get my ass out of bed to get ready. But the cramps struck me really bad this morning a little bit before 6:30 and I absolutely could not move. I haven't felt like this in the longest time. It just came so unexpectedly. So I just lay there in bed curled around my heating pad, trying to ignore it or make it go away. I think I was in tears at one point it was that bad. So despite the fact that I knew I should go and I knew I wanted to go to class this morning (particularly because it was cancelled on Thursday and the story deadline is coming up), I couldn't physically get out of bed to do so. I couldn't even motivate myself to get out of bed to take some midol to make the pain go away. It just took too much movement to do that.

Eventually I was able to drift off, being as exhausted as I was, only to wake up 45 minutes later. I'm still tired and sore and not wanting to move, but I popped some midol so the pain has lessened. I'm currently debating history class. I guess we'll see how I feel when the time rolls around. I never usually miss class because of something like this, but I just couldn't see myself sitting through fiction this morning when I as miserable as I was.

Sarah or Becky - what did we do in class?? Is our story definitely due on Thursday??

Not a good day to miss fiction class :\

Tim just informed me that Fable's eye is crusted over. Which is exactly what Solstice's eye was like a few short days before her death. I'm very worried. Fable was fine when I removed her from the cage when everyone was sick...it probably just took a while longer for her to show the effects. I gave Tim the medicine so hopefully it does something for his mice. I really don't want them to die just because I'm a moron and didn't treat Fable.

Blah.

On the upside, I found out that Marilyn Manson has a concert down in Reading on the 27th of November and since Tim practically worships him, I think that's the concert we'll be hitting up. I'm already making plans in my head on how driving is going to work out...

Am asking Tim about it right now...and it's a definite go, so that's our concert for the semester

Sorry for the multiple posts, btw. Just some news that made me sad :(

Oh, and guess what Shakespeare play I get to read for Brit Lit this semester? Yeah, Midsummer Night's Dream. Definitely forgot to put that one down on the list of plays I don't want to read. I've read it too many times to really be able to get into it again. I mean, it's a great play and I love it, but...I'm tired of the same ol' same ol'. I wanted to read Taming of the Shrew, damn it.

Very disappointed.

So this weekend is going to be a busy one. I have to go shopping for long-sleeved shirts (my mom seems to have revoked the whole "I'll pay" idea...which sucks for me, but oh well), go to the glasses place since my lense popped out again and now the screw is MIA (go me), stuff in visits with both Steph and Cauri (both should be taking place on evenings, so they won't be rushed or anything, I just have to make sure they don't clash...not that hanging out with both would be a bad thing...but...uhm...I want to play sims 2), and my mom informed me that my grandmother wants to see my so my mom is inviting her up on Saturday afternoon. I'm not sure what else I have to do, but we'll see.

Uhmm...I put down a deposit for two females from a blue merle litter. I haven't told Tim yet. He's going to look at me like "You told yourself your new limit was going to be six once some of your numbers slimmed down and here you are getting more mice." I CAN'T HELP IT! I saw baby pictures and I wannnnnnnnt! I have a nice little 5 1/2 gallon they can stay in until they're big enough to be put in with the older girls... They'll be fine... Really. Yeah.

But those females should be ready to go to new homes after November 15th and it's about 2 hours away from here and 1 hour away from home. I'm hoping the lady will hold on to them until Thanksgiving so I don't have to either a) drive home and then drive there on a weekend or b) drive the 2 hours there and then drive another 2 hours back after I get the babies. Or maybe she'll meet me a little ways. Or maybe Tim and I can find something of interest near that area and spend the night nearby as our weekend away for the semester. I was hoping he would find a concert to go see this semester, but unfortunately he hasn't remembered to do so and everytime I mention it we're curled up together or he's in a situation where he doesn't feel like it.

But we'll see. Either way, I'll be having 2 females at 1 month old all to myself next month. I'm excited. I'm a bad person with keeping promises to myself, but I'm excited. They just look so cute...

So I'm going to see what's around that area...

So I posted my story in an alternate journal I just signed up for:

etiennegalvan

I didn't feel like going through and putting in the codes to italicize whatever I had in italics in word, but I'm sure you people can have a feel for what words get emphasized.

People who have an interest in writing / know how to critique writing - please look and comment back on this entry. I don't want to hear "Oh, it was great" and that's it. I want to hear criticism or at least what works so I know not to fiddle with it too much.

Do my characters come off as likeable? Or do I need to work on Sticks some more?

Feedback? Please?

...Let the truth blow like a hurricane through me...