The Duck Pond
Thursday, November 25, 2004
After the Sunset is a big pile of pants and Pierce Brosnan has not aged well. That is all.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
I couldn't be arsed to write my own stuff
Today was really awful.
I got out of bed really late because my alarm clock has broken and I cannot afford a new one at the moment.
I feel sad, because Sarah and Britney are complete bitches. They told everyone I have an STD, just because I slept with both of their boyfriends on Saturday night.
I'm so stoned.
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.
I want to tell the world to get fucked.
I am updating this journal for the first time in ages, because I've been in prison.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's ten thousand photographs of my cat.
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and a healthy imagination.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.
Woo
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with my favourite Buffy fan-fiction piece I wrote last year when I was in hospital.
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Friday, November 12, 2004
I had a horrible, blood-chilling moment yesterday when my next door neighbour came round for the buildings insurance. I was talking to him for ages, with both doors open. I went back into the flat afterwards and remembered the rats were out of the cage, meaning they could have escaped from the flat. I looked under the couch and they both ran out to greet me. I was so relieved.
I later dragged the couch out from the wall, so I could put Boo back in the cage, and found their little stash of cashew nuts, bread crusts, a pen (I'd seen Minsc run victoriously past me with the pen in his mouth earlier so this was no surprise), some till receipts, my red bead bracelet and one of my eyeshadows (open and rather nibbled). Ridiculous rodents.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
It's oh so quiet
It always makes me paranoid when I get in at a not particularly early time and noone else is here. I know it's not Saturday but I have a feeling they're all somewhere I should be but I've forgotten all about it.
I guess he's a transexual naah
I haven't really been documenting it but Minsc (who was the sweet-tempered one, supposedly) got quite vicious and would beat up Boo all the time and bite me whenever he felt like it. After much pain and upset, because it's hard not to take it personally when you know many people who've had rats but have never had this problem, and after lots of research and badgering the petshop/vet, I decided he was "overaggressive" and he should have his bits chopped off. It wasn't an easy decision and if something had gone wrong I don't know how I'd have dealt with the guilt.
The day of the op was horrible. Sodding taxi didn't turn up for a start so we were late and Minsc was not too pleased about being put in a small plastic box. I spoke to a woman in the waiting room, who'd spent £3000 on her cat after a road accident(!) and then took the little sod in to see the nurse. He was being ultra cute and well behaved, which means he must have been terrified, poor little thing. When he's scared his eyes go really wide and he fluffs his fur up, awwwwwwwww. He was also incredibly patient while the nurse groped his balls (to check he had 2 apparently) but his face was quite a picture. I spent most of the day fretting about him but he was fine. When he got back to his cage I had a bit of a problem with Boo, who didn't understand that Minsc was all groggy and sleepy from the anaesthetic, and kept jumping up and down on him to try to get a reaction! Minsc went for a checkup 7 days later and has healed really well. Although he isn't as sweet as he used to be before the biting, he doesn't try to nip me or fight as much any more.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
I hope, when you come, the weather will be clement
Went down Memory Lane to Aber last weekend for a splendid time of beer and hanging around with people several years younger than me. The place hasn't changed much; a couple of new independent shops (I'm always pleased to see how many independent shops exist in Aber, they give the town its own character, unlike most other towns in the UK, which have exactly the same shops, pubs, cafes etc). I really liked Matt's housemates, he seems to have done well there considering. They did tend to go on a bit about cars too much though. Saw a blast from the past that I was hoping I wouldn't see but all well.
Wouldn't it be nice if...
This is sort of following from Gareth's blog a little. Now I have a bit more money and a bit more say in where it goes to, I have taken more interest in where things I buy come from. I don't like to think of myself as a "consumer" (makes me sound like a locust) but someone somewhere said something (it's important to be accurate, don't you think!) like "We have more power as consumers than we do as voters". Which I agree with. We get around one big vote every couple of years and even then the choice is minimal (Labour: shit, Tories: worse, Libdems: scary, Anyone Else: pointless) and once whoever it is gets in power, they do whatever the fuck they like and ignore what people want/need anyway. Money talks these days so if you spend wisely you can have some say in what happens. Anyway I have been trying to make sensible choices with my money, trying to choose food etc. which is good for me and the environment, which hasn't been produced with great cruelty to animals and, most importantly, hasn't exploited human rights. The more I learn, however, the less choice I have and the more horrified I become. What I've really been mulling over lately is: wouldn't it be nice if I could walk into any shop and buy whatever I liked and not have to worry about the damage it might be doing to me, the environment, other people's lives?
Monday, November 01, 2004
HELLO RICEY
