holy hormones, batman!
I cried on wednesday when the bus went past without stopping. It was extremely wierd.. Really very, very weird. I blame hormones.
Guess what, guess what? I have a new job. Fwahah! And I'm more than willing to put up with wearing vivid pink for better hours, better pay and free tea and donuts. *boogies on down*
Plus the girls I usually work with there are extremely funky people. :)
I keep thinking of stuff I should update about... And then forget. But I figure if I keep typing for long enough, I might remember. So, you know.. Don't read this if you have things to be doing. Mm.
Oh! Kirdy's 18. Phwoooar. And she has her license. And a CAR. She has a CAR.
Sheesh... Anywho, she's having a party tomorrow. She almost didn't have one, because she didn't think she'd enjoy being the center of attention for that long. Why am I writing all this in here? Because I can! So. Her actual birthday was on the 17th, and her first present was personalised numberplates from her parents. :P
Another reason I haven't posted here in so long, in combination with pure forgetfullness and ican'tbebotheredness, is that our internet was down for about two weeks. It was a painful stage.
The new Zelda game looks entirely awesome. Almost awesome enough to forgive nintendo for taking so FRIGGING LONG TO RELEASE IT. Almost. Oh nintendo, why do you test my loyalty so..?!? And oh, oh, wait, just incase we were getting to see a glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel, they're releasing it on the new, unreleased-as-of-yet, console! Gee boy!
But in the meantime, I found Paper Mario - Thousand Year Door, which turned out to be quite a good game, if made a bit too easy a lot of the time thanks to Goombella. But I forgive her, she's pretty spiffy. Lots of fun stuff not involving actual fighting - I like games like that. Like Zelda.. *sniffle*
Oo, my drum teacher got a pair of tabla, so he's teaching me how to play. :D Or rather, a tutorial from the internet is teaching us both how to play. Or at least, teaching us the names for all the parts of the drums, and for each of the fingers, and the Bols, and giving us a basic idea of where ous fingers should be for each of the Bols. And also how to count to 16 in Hindi. Because he doesn't actually know how to play tabla either. :) But once we've got the basics, we're going to find an actual tabla teacher who can tell us how badly we're pronouncing everything and correct our finger placements and whatnot. But at least we'll have an idea of the basics before we go.
Wooheeyah!
Oh, there was a brown goshhawk in rspca last week! Raptors are gorgeously gorgeous. It was healthy, just had a knock on the head. There was a bat in, too. :) Needed help from Janet to feed it, because I'm not vaccinated against lyssavirus. And we found our rat! Our rat who may have been responsible for the death of our last two fridges, and who was definitely responsible for all the rat crap all over the place. I got there wednesday morning, opened the fridge and she leapt out. The seal's a bit dodgy, so it doesn't shut unless you really push it - she must have got in the night before and someone shut her in. She'd chewed up an entire sweet potato into little shreds and strewn grape bits all over the place. Anyhow, she escaped under the cages - I poked around until I found her in some blankets on top of them, which she then jumped down from and ran into the nocturnal room. Ok, easier area to search, I thought. The nocturnal room hasn't got as much stuff in it as the main room. So, shut the door and started looking. Janet came and helped move some stuff around, including the fridge in there and the cages. Eventually find her under/behind the fridge, nestled in insulation. She wriggles out of my blanket-clad hands, and under the cages. I go around the cages. She could be anywhere in the room at this point, because the cages haven't got a back that reaches the ground. We look around for a while, and Janet suggests the open pipe which runs from the sink, curls around a bit, and doesn't connect to any plumbing. We run the tap and some water dribbles out of the end of the pipe, so we figure it's rat-free. Insert about half an hour of scouring every inch of that room. We are defeated. We are about to leave when a bedraggled, soggy little lump starts to squeeze backwards out of the end of the pipe. I grab her and hang on very tightly. You really had to admire the little bugger.
Holy guacamole, if you even bothered to read that I am extremely impressed. Or concerned. Or both.
Guess what, guess what? I have a new job. Fwahah! And I'm more than willing to put up with wearing vivid pink for better hours, better pay and free tea and donuts. *boogies on down*
Plus the girls I usually work with there are extremely funky people. :)
I keep thinking of stuff I should update about... And then forget. But I figure if I keep typing for long enough, I might remember. So, you know.. Don't read this if you have things to be doing. Mm.
Oh! Kirdy's 18. Phwoooar. And she has her license. And a CAR. She has a CAR.
Sheesh... Anywho, she's having a party tomorrow. She almost didn't have one, because she didn't think she'd enjoy being the center of attention for that long. Why am I writing all this in here? Because I can! So. Her actual birthday was on the 17th, and her first present was personalised numberplates from her parents. :P
Another reason I haven't posted here in so long, in combination with pure forgetfullness and ican'tbebotheredness, is that our internet was down for about two weeks. It was a painful stage.
The new Zelda game looks entirely awesome. Almost awesome enough to forgive nintendo for taking so FRIGGING LONG TO RELEASE IT. Almost. Oh nintendo, why do you test my loyalty so..?!? And oh, oh, wait, just incase we were getting to see a glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel, they're releasing it on the new, unreleased-as-of-yet, console! Gee boy!
But in the meantime, I found Paper Mario - Thousand Year Door, which turned out to be quite a good game, if made a bit too easy a lot of the time thanks to Goombella. But I forgive her, she's pretty spiffy. Lots of fun stuff not involving actual fighting - I like games like that. Like Zelda.. *sniffle*
Oo, my drum teacher got a pair of tabla, so he's teaching me how to play. :D Or rather, a tutorial from the internet is teaching us both how to play. Or at least, teaching us the names for all the parts of the drums, and for each of the fingers, and the Bols, and giving us a basic idea of where ous fingers should be for each of the Bols. And also how to count to 16 in Hindi. Because he doesn't actually know how to play tabla either. :) But once we've got the basics, we're going to find an actual tabla teacher who can tell us how badly we're pronouncing everything and correct our finger placements and whatnot. But at least we'll have an idea of the basics before we go.
Wooheeyah!
Oh, there was a brown goshhawk in rspca last week! Raptors are gorgeously gorgeous. It was healthy, just had a knock on the head. There was a bat in, too. :) Needed help from Janet to feed it, because I'm not vaccinated against lyssavirus. And we found our rat! Our rat who may have been responsible for the death of our last two fridges, and who was definitely responsible for all the rat crap all over the place. I got there wednesday morning, opened the fridge and she leapt out. The seal's a bit dodgy, so it doesn't shut unless you really push it - she must have got in the night before and someone shut her in. She'd chewed up an entire sweet potato into little shreds and strewn grape bits all over the place. Anyhow, she escaped under the cages - I poked around until I found her in some blankets on top of them, which she then jumped down from and ran into the nocturnal room. Ok, easier area to search, I thought. The nocturnal room hasn't got as much stuff in it as the main room. So, shut the door and started looking. Janet came and helped move some stuff around, including the fridge in there and the cages. Eventually find her under/behind the fridge, nestled in insulation. She wriggles out of my blanket-clad hands, and under the cages. I go around the cages. She could be anywhere in the room at this point, because the cages haven't got a back that reaches the ground. We look around for a while, and Janet suggests the open pipe which runs from the sink, curls around a bit, and doesn't connect to any plumbing. We run the tap and some water dribbles out of the end of the pipe, so we figure it's rat-free. Insert about half an hour of scouring every inch of that room. We are defeated. We are about to leave when a bedraggled, soggy little lump starts to squeeze backwards out of the end of the pipe. I grab her and hang on very tightly. You really had to admire the little bugger.
Holy guacamole, if you even bothered to read that I am extremely impressed. Or concerned. Or both.