Sick Cats, Shopping, And Time With Friends Pastede On Yay
Don't you just love it when you sleep in on a weekend...only to wake up and discover you've been plunged into chaos?
Mom was terrified that Daisy had swallowed a rubber band this morning, and was getting all panicky about it. I was had just woken up and was milling around like "...whazzit?" as she finally decided to call the vet, who told her that the surgey we would end up having to need if Daisy had swallowed a rubber band would be a regular hell and back type experience, so they advised we bring her in. Immediately. To induce vomiting. Huzzah.
Man, poor Daisy...she's one of those cats that has no voice, so she typically either squeaks or does this adorable thing we call the silent meow...her mouth moves, but no noise. That is, she has no voice until she's upset...you stick her in that cardboard vet carrier, and...woah. Howling, yowling, whining...it sounds so pitiful. Heart-breaking, even. And April was pitching a spazz meanwhile, because he's so protective or her AND he's probably still remembering Squeaky from Thursday...pets go to the the Vet, but they don't come back.
In any case, Mom took her in and they gave her hydrogen peroxide to induce vomiting (I know. Good lord, I disinfect earrings with that...), but she wouldn't throw up. Ugh. They x-rayed her, and concluded that there was *something* in her belly that didn't look like food, but they couldn't tell what, and there probably wouldn't be a problem. They jusy advised Mom to keep an eye on her.
So Mom brought the girl back home...yeesh, Mom was freaked. Daisy started hyperventilating in the waiting room, she was so scared, and Mom was prectically right there with her. She's never really forgiven herself after Sasha, I think (Mom was the one who took in her in for the "routine" spaying/declawing where our beloved kitten died on the operating table due to some glitch that apparantly occurs about 3% of the time...damn you, fate. I want my Sasha back ;_;).
But after Mom calmed down, we went shopping. Got silver shoes and a black choker to go with my dress (still on the list for prom: new make-up, a purse, some earrings, and figuring out what the hell to do with my hair) and a new swimsuit. It's bright orange...much cuter than it looks, I swear. And I found a magazine with a picture of how I want my hair cut when I get it cropped off in July.
Afterwards, I hung out with eliara who I haven't hung out with in like forever. We went up to Brush supposedly to see the muscal, but she didn't want to see it and claimed it was bad anyway. So we went and got ice cream, went to the mall, and then hung out at her sister's house.
Her sister is cool...we basically shared various stories of crazy drunken friends or stupid people for like, two hours. And then I watched Chrissy play a videogame called Whiplash. The funniest part of Whiplash? Imagining what the hell the pitch meeting for that one went like.
"Okay, here's the idea...we've got a crazed weasel that's shackled to an indestructable rabbit by the wrist. And then their mission is to run around this science lab and break everything in sight and beat up on scientists. The weasel does this by using the rabbit as a weapon and jamming it into various pieces of machinary."
Trying to get my OSU housing contract filled out. Apparantly I need to be vaccinated for meningitis and hep B before I can move into the residence halls...school policy. Mom thinks I'm already covered for at least one of those, but she needs to check with my doctor first.
Today (or perhaps I should say yesterday, as it is now 1 AM) was MY HED IZ PASTEDE ON DAY. Ever-so amusing. There's some linkage over in cleolinda's journal if you're curious or have no clue what I'm talking about. (at least now I finally know THE SOURCE of that particular LJ-ism)
Of all the many variations, I must stay resolutely fangirl on this one and claim the best I ever heard (which was also a cleolindaism, if memory serves) was, of course, Lost-based, in ref to the suddenly CGI-ed like Woah polar bear in "Special":
MY OMGWTFPOLARBEAR IZ PASTEDE ON YAY
Speaking of Lost-related gigglings, apparantly "Oceanic" is the token fake airline you use when you want something baaaad happening to your plane in TV or movies. Who knew?
And, hey, anyone here with psychic mind powers or some shit want to do me a favor and tell the Sawyid fic-bunny in my head to knock it off and go get lost (LOST...ha! I kill me...) somewhere in the recesses of my mind already?? Dude, I'd really love to, I swear, but I just cannot multitask with the fics, I have discovered...if I started this, Metamorphosis would grind to a screeching halt of teh dead. And I really don't think anyone wants to see that. At least, I know I sure don't.
Mom was terrified that Daisy had swallowed a rubber band this morning, and was getting all panicky about it. I was had just woken up and was milling around like "...whazzit?" as she finally decided to call the vet, who told her that the surgey we would end up having to need if Daisy had swallowed a rubber band would be a regular hell and back type experience, so they advised we bring her in. Immediately. To induce vomiting. Huzzah.
Man, poor Daisy...she's one of those cats that has no voice, so she typically either squeaks or does this adorable thing we call the silent meow...her mouth moves, but no noise. That is, she has no voice until she's upset...you stick her in that cardboard vet carrier, and...woah. Howling, yowling, whining...it sounds so pitiful. Heart-breaking, even. And April was pitching a spazz meanwhile, because he's so protective or her AND he's probably still remembering Squeaky from Thursday...pets go to the the Vet, but they don't come back.
In any case, Mom took her in and they gave her hydrogen peroxide to induce vomiting (I know. Good lord, I disinfect earrings with that...), but she wouldn't throw up. Ugh. They x-rayed her, and concluded that there was *something* in her belly that didn't look like food, but they couldn't tell what, and there probably wouldn't be a problem. They jusy advised Mom to keep an eye on her.
So Mom brought the girl back home...yeesh, Mom was freaked. Daisy started hyperventilating in the waiting room, she was so scared, and Mom was prectically right there with her. She's never really forgiven herself after Sasha, I think (Mom was the one who took in her in for the "routine" spaying/declawing where our beloved kitten died on the operating table due to some glitch that apparantly occurs about 3% of the time...damn you, fate. I want my Sasha back ;_;).
But after Mom calmed down, we went shopping. Got silver shoes and a black choker to go with my dress (still on the list for prom: new make-up, a purse, some earrings, and figuring out what the hell to do with my hair) and a new swimsuit. It's bright orange...much cuter than it looks, I swear. And I found a magazine with a picture of how I want my hair cut when I get it cropped off in July.
Afterwards, I hung out with eliara who I haven't hung out with in like forever. We went up to Brush supposedly to see the muscal, but she didn't want to see it and claimed it was bad anyway. So we went and got ice cream, went to the mall, and then hung out at her sister's house.
Her sister is cool...we basically shared various stories of crazy drunken friends or stupid people for like, two hours. And then I watched Chrissy play a videogame called Whiplash. The funniest part of Whiplash? Imagining what the hell the pitch meeting for that one went like.
"Okay, here's the idea...we've got a crazed weasel that's shackled to an indestructable rabbit by the wrist. And then their mission is to run around this science lab and break everything in sight and beat up on scientists. The weasel does this by using the rabbit as a weapon and jamming it into various pieces of machinary."
Trying to get my OSU housing contract filled out. Apparantly I need to be vaccinated for meningitis and hep B before I can move into the residence halls...school policy. Mom thinks I'm already covered for at least one of those, but she needs to check with my doctor first.
Today (or perhaps I should say yesterday, as it is now 1 AM) was MY HED IZ PASTEDE ON DAY. Ever-so amusing. There's some linkage over in cleolinda's journal if you're curious or have no clue what I'm talking about. (at least now I finally know THE SOURCE of that particular LJ-ism)
Of all the many variations, I must stay resolutely fangirl on this one and claim the best I ever heard (which was also a cleolindaism, if memory serves) was, of course, Lost-based, in ref to the suddenly CGI-ed like Woah polar bear in "Special":
MY OMGWTFPOLARBEAR IZ PASTEDE ON YAY
Speaking of Lost-related gigglings, apparantly "Oceanic" is the token fake airline you use when you want something baaaad happening to your plane in TV or movies. Who knew?
And, hey, anyone here with psychic mind powers or some shit want to do me a favor and tell the Sawyid fic-bunny in my head to knock it off and go get lost (LOST...ha! I kill me...) somewhere in the recesses of my mind already?? Dude, I'd really love to, I swear, but I just cannot multitask with the fics, I have discovered...if I started this, Metamorphosis would grind to a screeching halt of teh dead. And I really don't think anyone wants to see that. At least, I know I sure don't.