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Name: dani
Birthday: 10/3/1910
Interests: anime, music, language
Expertise: stressing out, running around in circles, avoiding the world
Message: message me
AIM:  rhiasa
Member Since:
8/4/2004
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| it's really odd being in a car with three other girls when:
a) i'm the youngest
b) i'm the only one that hasn't had sex with my brother ( O_o )
c) judy puts on the "bad sex" mix; supposedly the worst mix to have sex to. then proceeds to explain WHY each song would be HORRIBLE accompaniment to sex. (lyrics such as "you're sucking out my brain" and "i'm the teacher, you're the student")
snort.
then judy starts talking about how she NEVER should have dated dave, why did that even happen, etc. and jen (current girlfriend of the guy in question) just sits there and shrugs. i find it amazing that judy and jen are still good friends, even though dave cheated on judy with jen, then got together with jen right after spliting up with judy.
oh, the third girl in the car was melanie, dave's first major girlfriend. she has since gained 20 pounds and (thankfully) no longer sports gothic attire. black lace and frills, black lipstick, and so on.
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| a word to the wise: NEVER TRUST PETSMART.
even if the cute wire cage with the snazzy second-story loft LOOKS adorable, don't be fooled. those cages are DESIGNED for escape.
3:04
*dani's door opens softly and dave comes in*
dave: i don't see him. *pokes cage bars*
dani: whaaa? *still having a nice dream about flowers*
dave: your hamster. i think he got out. *the flowers start talking about hamsters. dani wakes up a bit.*
dani: he's in the cage, dave.
dave: did you check?
dani: this is a mean joke.
dave: no, really, i don't see him. can i turn on the lights?
i then proceed to wake up, check the cage, he's not there. my new cute little baby hamster, adorably named blitz, has pulled a vanishing act. i check under my bed, under my loveseat, grab a flashlight and check again. dave, jen, and three friends help. my search eventually leads me to dave's room.
shit.
piles of dirty laundry, trash bags, dishes left around. an escaped hamster's paradise. except he's so tiny that if we move anything, we might accidently crush him. not exactly good.
so i'm a little worried.
skippy, one of the three friends, calls judy, an experienced rodent caretaker. she says the best thing to do is encourage him to return to familiar territory. we move his cage to the ground and put some nice, smelly peanut butter in it. maybe he'll come back?
meanwhile i know i'm never going to just SEE him. by now he's probably cowering somewhere nice and dark, away from all the heavy footsteps and bright flashlights. so my best bet is to HEAR him. i get dave etc. to shut up and stand still. then i go into my room, block the crack under the door with a blanket, and turn out the lights. i wait. sure enough, about a minute later i hear a soft whirrrrrrrrrrrrr coming from what sounds like the wall. great. he's inside the walls. now we'll NEVER find him.
but wait. maybe he's scrabbling against something that's pressed up against the wall, so it only sounds like he's in the wall. by now i've also remembered one spot i didn't check: under the bookcases. i always forget that they don't have a solid base, but actually have a nice little nook underneath. i click on the flashlight, and there he is. my cute little gray bundle of joy, looking mighty scared in the spotlight.
so now he's safely housed in a big plastic tub about twice the size of the wire cage. dave was amazing; he cleaned it out and cut millions of holes in the lid while i sat and held the little guy. blitz is completely unfazed, just glad to see his familiar wheel and toys.
that's the last time i EVER trust petsmart again.
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| damn world won't stop spinning.
it'd be so much easier if life would just stand still.
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| OKAY! i have decided to embark upon a new endeavor. i shall once again REDESIGN my room layout. god, i feel like a hamster, shuffling things around endlessly. but anyway! here's the plan.
i'm going to replace the circular chair thingy (comfy, yes, but hard to get in and out of, and only seats one person comfortably/safely) with a small ikea loveseat. i have to yet to visit ikea and decide if the loveseat in question is actually comfortable, but it's relatively cheap (150) and cozy-looking.
furthermore, i have decided (tentatively) to adopt a new guinea pig. or guinea pigs, as the case may be. and since the adoption centers are always really strict about cage size (and rightly so), i would need to create a small palace for said guinea pigs. yet another thing to fit into my room.
so! i'm going to rearrange my entire room, and move the desk into a back corner, with the loveseat facing it. the cage will be behind the loveseat, near my closet. this way i won't be able to smell the cage from my bed. hopefully it won't smell TOO much, since it'll be right next to the loveseat. and my closet.
then i'm going to put up new shelves on all the walls, for extra storage space. the cage will have to replace my current printer-table, so the printer will have to go on my desk and all the other cd/dvd crap will go on shelves above my desk.
yessssss. my plan is flawless. now i just have to get my parents to agree to fund this multi-million enterprise.
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| i just quit piano. blurgh.
don't want to. wish i didn't have to, but my hands haven't gotten any better. and i've gotten tired of showing up each week without having practiced, because my hands never stopped hurting that week.
if anything, they've gotten worse. tendonitis (according to my mom) is hard to completely cure, since the only way to do so is to let your hands rest. for a while. which means not using my hands for ANYTHING for several months. no school, no writing, no typing, no crafts, no video games, and of course, no piano.
so i've vowed to try to come as close to that as possible for the next months of summer. i don't think i'll be able to set an absolute ultimatum, but i'll try. at the very least, i'll schedule anything that uses my hands so that i don't overwork them.
who knows, maybe they'll be better by the end of summer. even a little better would be nice. i just want to be able to play piano again.
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