More teenage angst behind the cuts. What else?
Another hamster is injured, from the same cage as the deceased hamster. I took mom out of the cage & put her in a seperate, smaller cage, as she seems to be the one stressing/intimidating the rest of the hammies in that cage. The four others with her wouldn't come out until she was removed from the cage, and as soon as mom was put back in, they started hiding. The one that didn't got chased & tackled & squaked at.
The injured one has either lost an eye or his face is so swollen up around it that you can't see it. The skin is all purpley-pink. Not healthy. I don't know if he'll ever regain sight out of that eye, if he even still has it. I'll be keeping a closer eye on them, now, and hopefully the injuries will stop.
Class meeting was today -- once again, the seniors of '06 can't agree on anything. Half of us are arguing vehemently for white caps & gowns, and the other half is protesting the change -- typically we wear long white gowns. The two things pushing me towards caps & gowns are (1) the expense of having to buy a long, white gown. they're really hard to find, as they have to be floor-length as far as I know, and most people wind up having to buy wedding gowns. WEDDING GOWNS, at the age of 17/18. (2) you'll almost definately not wear it again, whereas with the caps and gowns they get sent back to the store & cleaned for the next person to rent them.
Uggh.
But I did get to see my kids during Horizons, they're so adorable. Unfortunately today is one of the boy's last days -- he turns 3 next week, and they're not allowed to stay with us past age 3 ;~~~~~; he was doing so well, too, and he was one of my favorites. He'll show up on Tuesday, but unfortunately I have a full day of classes and can't skip out for an extra trip to Horizons ;~~; (something I've done on Wednesdays when I only have a half-day) They love the pictures I've been taking, printing, and matting for them, though, which makes me feel really good and useful. Karen said the one of the boy who's leaving gave her goosebumps because it captured his personality so well, or something to that effect. I love horizons, I really do.
Tomorrow is friday, and hopefully Jo and I will go see either Harry Potter or Rent!! I haven't seen either of them so it doesn't matter to me.
I've been staying up really late the past couple of nights, past midnight/one A.M. Trying to get out of bed at 6.50 has been a challenge, I've always needed quite a lot of sleep. Damn those Harry Potter books that I've been re-reading (I read Goblet of Fire and Prisoner of Azkaban in two days, if that tells you anything), and all of this shit that's on my mind. Thank god for Kyle, he's been a real help, listening to me and giving me guy advice (from a guy...how excellent).
Still haven't talked to Andrew. Christ. And why am I so obsessed over this fact?! Who the hell knows.
I've been feeling like crap lately, if you couldn't tell from my whiney, stereotypical teenage entries. Yesterday I went down to the gym, which made me happy that I got off my ass, but it's been two weeks, and I can feel it. Ew. The BMI scale was out, and so I tested myself...I need to get a new scale at home, that one is off by about 8 lbs, which is like...uggh. My BMI is much higher than I was hoping it would be, but I'll be working on that. I just wish I didn't like eating so damn much...I don't think I'd be able to survive on much more of a restricted diet. Oh well. Maybe that'll be my attempt in the New Year, to eat more healthily. If only the school store didn't have so much fucking candy >____<; And if only I didn't come from a family that eats its emotions! Whenever I'm upset mom cooks me apple crisp or dishes me a bowl of icecream, which does make me feel better, but...I'd rather it didn't make me feel better. It's so bad for me. I just feel so...disgusting. Fat. And ironically, instead of eating less to make me feel better, I eat more to make me feel better. Definately more of a temporary fix, but also definately a habit. I wish they had some kind of magic wand or pill or something that you could swallow or wave if it's a wand and then all your bad habits would just disappear.
Life would be way too easy that way.
The injured one has either lost an eye or his face is so swollen up around it that you can't see it. The skin is all purpley-pink. Not healthy. I don't know if he'll ever regain sight out of that eye, if he even still has it. I'll be keeping a closer eye on them, now, and hopefully the injuries will stop.
Class meeting was today -- once again, the seniors of '06 can't agree on anything. Half of us are arguing vehemently for white caps & gowns, and the other half is protesting the change -- typically we wear long white gowns. The two things pushing me towards caps & gowns are (1) the expense of having to buy a long, white gown. they're really hard to find, as they have to be floor-length as far as I know, and most people wind up having to buy wedding gowns. WEDDING GOWNS, at the age of 17/18. (2) you'll almost definately not wear it again, whereas with the caps and gowns they get sent back to the store & cleaned for the next person to rent them.
Uggh.
But I did get to see my kids during Horizons, they're so adorable. Unfortunately today is one of the boy's last days -- he turns 3 next week, and they're not allowed to stay with us past age 3 ;~~~~~; he was doing so well, too, and he was one of my favorites. He'll show up on Tuesday, but unfortunately I have a full day of classes and can't skip out for an extra trip to Horizons ;~~; (something I've done on Wednesdays when I only have a half-day) They love the pictures I've been taking, printing, and matting for them, though, which makes me feel really good and useful. Karen said the one of the boy who's leaving gave her goosebumps because it captured his personality so well, or something to that effect. I love horizons, I really do.
Tomorrow is friday, and hopefully Jo and I will go see either Harry Potter or Rent!! I haven't seen either of them so it doesn't matter to me.
I've been staying up really late the past couple of nights, past midnight/one A.M. Trying to get out of bed at 6.50 has been a challenge, I've always needed quite a lot of sleep. Damn those Harry Potter books that I've been re-reading (I read Goblet of Fire and Prisoner of Azkaban in two days, if that tells you anything), and all of this shit that's on my mind. Thank god for Kyle, he's been a real help, listening to me and giving me guy advice (from a guy...how excellent).
Still haven't talked to Andrew. Christ. And why am I so obsessed over this fact?! Who the hell knows.
I've been feeling like crap lately, if you couldn't tell from my whiney, stereotypical teenage entries. Yesterday I went down to the gym, which made me happy that I got off my ass, but it's been two weeks, and I can feel it. Ew. The BMI scale was out, and so I tested myself...I need to get a new scale at home, that one is off by about 8 lbs, which is like...uggh. My BMI is much higher than I was hoping it would be, but I'll be working on that. I just wish I didn't like eating so damn much...I don't think I'd be able to survive on much more of a restricted diet. Oh well. Maybe that'll be my attempt in the New Year, to eat more healthily. If only the school store didn't have so much fucking candy >____<; And if only I didn't come from a family that eats its emotions! Whenever I'm upset mom cooks me apple crisp or dishes me a bowl of icecream, which does make me feel better, but...I'd rather it didn't make me feel better. It's so bad for me. I just feel so...disgusting. Fat. And ironically, instead of eating less to make me feel better, I eat more to make me feel better. Definately more of a temporary fix, but also definately a habit. I wish they had some kind of magic wand or pill or something that you could swallow or wave if it's a wand and then all your bad habits would just disappear.
Life would be way too easy that way.