I love the internet. I can just decide I want to watch something and have anything I want at my fingertips.

Tomorrow, I'm thinking X-Men and X2. I don't know if we'll have time for the third one while Amber is here... I'm still not sure when she'll be arriving, but we will have a warm welcome for her whenever she shows up.

Tomorrow I also have to go by the library and drop this application off, and I want to stop at Wegmans and get more pie crusts so I can use more of the ridiculous amounts of berries we got today. This pie is really good and I want to eat it all weekend long. xD What else am I doing tomorrow? I would like to make pizza. Does anyone have a good pizza dough recipe that doesn't involve yeast? Crap, I need to get cheese tomorrow if we're going to do pizza, I didn't think about that at the grocery store.

I did something I've sort of always wanted to do and smoked on the hammock and looked up at the sky. It was super chill. I was hoping it would help me get to sleep, but I'm not really tired. I feel like I want to do something, I just can't figure out what. If I still feel like this in half an hour I'm going to take a walk, murder rate be damned.

Or I could just sit here and read fanfiction until I fall asleep. That's also an option.

OH RIGHT I WANTED TO POST RAT PICTURES. Who wants to see my ratbabies?

( 21 and 24 om nom noms )

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My sisters both claim my rats bite, but they have never bitten me. They have put their mouths around my fingertips, but they do not bite me. The only damage they regularly deal is from those sharp little claws that you can't really do anything about

Although I do need to get them something to chew on. Something wooden preferably. I should get the rats a toy.

I'm kind of worried about keeping them next semester. I don't know how to move the furniture to make hidden place for their cage, so I think they might have to stay in my closet... so I might not be bringing so many clothes back to Wells with me. Which means I have to go through my boxes of winter shit and sort out what is coming with me and what is going to MA. I need to pick shirts I wear a lot. Pants are less of a problem. I may need to buy new pants at the end of the summer anyways, I just bought a size 12 pair of khakis and if I move down that notch by the end of the summer, I won't even fit into most of the pants I own now, which are loose. Not the shorts though, the shorts are perfect.

It's so weird that when I go back to school, I will for the first time be attending a university with my family about 400 miles away from me. I won't be able to go home and pet my cat every other weekend. I won't be bolstered with my family's steady presence behind me. Every time I do go home, that's four separate Amtrak tickets. I'm not sure if the bus would be cheaper, but I like Amtrak. And when I do get home, it will be in a place I did call home, after my parents got the call to the ministry. We'll be living in Vovoa's house. But it doesn't feel like home the last time I was there. I'm just wondering what the rooming situation is going to be, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to share a room with someone. I could deal with sharing a room

I think the point I was trying to make is that nobody is going to come get my rats for me if I get caught with them. I may have to find someone off-campus to take care of them. I wonder if I could trust the Fairlane boys to take care of them for me. James would probably consider it if I asked him to. And like, I'd be doing the caretaking, the cage changing, he would just have to feed them and water them every day. But that's not asking much in terms of me being there to play with my pet, because it seems like Fairlane is a good place to hang out. All the guys living in one Fairlane apartment are friends of mine/known to me, I will have no problem with James and Ben and Mattie and... I don't remember the other guy who will be living there, is it Jake? Jake is cool. I think those guys might be okay with an emergency rat relocation if necessary. They would probably feed my rats junk food like chips.

Oh, that's going to be a double edged sword: I can get all my recurring pet food needs mailed right to Wells... in a PetCo box. Too obvious.

Ah, the sun's coming up. I should at least try to sleep.

Today has been a fair bit of ridiculous in several dimensions.

My parents and my youngest sister are gone. They left around dinnertime; they're staying in Albany tonight and driving on to New Bedford tomorrow morning. Julia and I have been left to our own devices. The first thing we did was go grocery shopping so I could bake a (fucking PHENOMENAL) pie. Blueberry-raspberry-blackberry-strawberry. It's so damn good. And I'm going to use the leftover berries to make fruit salad... or maybe more pie. PIE, YOU GUYS, IT'S SO DAMN GOOD. We also ran a couple more errands.

Julia picked up her-- boyfriend? something. Jason. Her Jason. Then we spent too much time trying (and eventually) succeeding in acquiring a volume of the green book. Then we came back home and Julia and I decided that robotripping and watching Kick-Ass was an excellent plan... and you know what? It WAS an excellent plan.

But now Julia and Jason are asleep, and I am still awake and robotripping. So I'm kind of swaying along to Lady Gaga in the living room, trying to figure out if I have enough focus to watch X-Men: First Class again. I think that's probably going to be a yes. I love hyperproductive fandoms, movies are so good for starting huge rampant kink memes (see: Star Trek) and I already loved X-Men but now there's James McAvoy, who is just lovely in so many ways.

There was something else I wanted to talk about... I played with 21 for a while but 24 won't let me take her out of the cage, she's so skittish, I wish I could just hold her but she squeaks like she's being murdered when I try to pick her up. I sent a couple of textbooks to Amazon.com today, so next week I will be waiting for them to credit my account, and then I am going to go crazy and order the rest of the Venture Brothers DVDs and only have to pay like five bucks. I think this is a good plan.

Oh yeah, and tomorrow I have to go bring my application and a ~*~cover letter~*~ and my ~*~resume~*~ to the library, tildes and asterisks because this is the first job I've had to submit a resume or a cover letter for and I really, really, really hope I get it because I would be an excellent library clerk, I wanted to be a librarian for almost a decade, I've worked in libraries before, this could be really good for me.

But I'm not going to pin too many hopes on it because it fucking SUCKS to be an optimist and have things fail to work out. So I'm going to try to be a realist and keep in mind I'm probably not as qualified for this position as I think I am, and they're probably not going to want to hire me for just the summer and then have me leave for school and oh yeah I'm moving away so literally I would have this job for two months. But it would look good on my ~*~resume~*~ when I get to Massachusetts.

One final thing: l_loire and hearts_blood have lifted a huge portion of the worry associated with returning to Wells, and I would probably be kind of losing my mind without their kindness bolstering me. So thank you, Brian and April. ♥

My mom took Heather to the vet this morning.

I remember when I got her. We'd gone into a pet store to look at the puppies, and I drifted over to the rat tank, as I have a habit of doing. And I saw this completely adorable little tan-hooded rat with a weird kink in her tail. I don't even remember how much I paid for her, but it was ridiculously cheap because they weren't rats for pets, they were feeder rats. I didn't even have a cage; some lady who was in the store brought one back for me.

I just... I put my hand in the tank and she came right up to sniff at my fingers. I took her out and she was so sweet. Never once has she bitten anyone hard enough to break the skin, or bitten them maliciously-- only "oh hey food! wait! finger not food!" bites.

Heather Ratface has been a wonderful pet. I don't know if I've been as good a ratmommy to her as she has been a ratbaby to me, but I love her.



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Heather is smarter than I am.

She won't eat peanut butter any more. She's running around, still as actively ratty as ever. I took her out to hold her today, and she had the moxie to get up in Butcher's face and touch noses with him.

I can't do it any more. I really just can't. Maybe when she gets worse, I'll reconsider, but there is no way I can put her to sleep now.

This isn't a bad thing. I love my ratface.


Tonight it is supposed to hit -9 degrees; tomorrow might reach 10. This is only bothersome because I need to get to Wal-mart before my parents leave and even two minutes in that kind of cold is too much for me. x.x

My jaw is still messed up. The chiropractor really didn't do much. I'm kind of used to it now, though.

I got a call from Cayuga Community College today, telling me that as soon as they got my transcript I could register for class. I told them I already set up to have it mailed, and the guy was like "and what about college transcripts?" Apparently, the one they need most is my high school transcript, despite the fact that I graduated five years ago and most of high school is a distant, if not lost, memory. HEY DANIELLE. READ THIS IN THE MORNING: Call PHS, get them to fax transcript to CCC; call CCC later in the day, ask about registering, and also if they happened to get the SUNY transcript yet.

I tweeted about this but I don't think I LJed it. My parents got a new bed today: a king-sized Sleep Number bed. I am SO using that while they're gone for the weekend. It's MASSIVE, I don't know how they're going to get around in their room any more.

I think I'm going to go to sleep early, because... I can. And because then I'll get up early in the morning and can pester my parents into an early trip to the 'mart. And also because I burned out my brain this afternoon. xD

Okay. So.

I really can't do this without talking about it.

Heather Ratface has cancer, as I've mentioned before. The tumor started under her left arm a couple of months ago. Now it's as big as her head.

( talk of putting a pet down, feel free to skip it because it's depressing )

( past life analysis )

And now, the official introduction to my rat on LJ. :D

Heather is a tan hooded rat. She's not fully grown yet. She likes to climb around in people's clothing, my cat and one of my dogs think that she might be tasty, but she's very sweet. She nibbles without biting hard, chitters happily a lot, and enjoys mixed berry and nut treat.

( beware for what happens when your flash is ridiculously bright. )

It feels ridiculously cold in this basement. Tomorrow 71?! TUESDAY 77 HOORAY!?!