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I don't know how they mean menses

Mar 03, 2010 - 0 comments
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But I'm using it to mean "menstrual". So there.
As in on my period for the first time in 8 months. Really responsible, aren't I? I'm supposed to induce it every few months. My bad. It's gross and oxidized. I knew you'd want to know that. It's miserable though. I haven't had bad cramps- just a general fatigued uterus feeling. Like it's been running all day. My uterus. Running. Odd. But that's what it feels like.

I was cheery this morning. Actually no, I was exhausted. So tired. Could barely wake up. Hate it. I'm just so tired. Wouldn't get dressed, put on my pants that are practically pjs and a tshirt. Boiled beans and rolled rolls and moved chairs and had real conversations. Got all pumped up for Alice in Wonderland! Tried to learn me some Algebra. Couldn't keep my eyes open. They'd close and I'd fade out for a minute or two, and be lost again when I'd twitch and wake. Only a minute or two, or less I'd be out, but damn I was confused.

I am so excited! I am getting suger gliders. I am just so pumped. It's all come together so wonderfully in my head. I'm going to pay my parents back the money for my car tomarrow, but not for the repairs yet. And I'll buy my new babies. Hopefully. I've emailed the person twice, once as a general question and again with alot more detail and personality and information and charm. I'm trying so bad to prove that I'm worthy of them. Two sweet little babies. And if I get them, I've already found a cage, I believe. I just need to get an email back from that seller as well, and they'll be able to give me the measurements I hope. It could all come together so easily. Otherwise, there's another set I'm very interested in, a little bit older males, Neutered and everything. I'm just so excited. They're perfect and I know it. I could love any animal, to tell you the truth. Even a snake. Even a spider. I'd prefer not to, but I could. In time I would fall in love and they would be my baby.
Speaking of which, I think I fall a little farther in love with my ferrets every day. Every day they're something new and amazing and I love to take care of them and know that I'm there life line and they love me for it. And how I worried about them adjusting and coping and now this is their home. Our home. Me and my babies. And Pip? He was offered to me out of the blue, so I said sure and the next day I was in school holding a guinea pig. Cage and all. And I knew he was mine. And look now, he understands me. I tell him to wait a minute, and he does. I tell him to calm down, and he will. I remind him mummy has never forgotten to feed him and....well he still dives at his dinner like a starving dog but hey, can't win them all. And Phoebe? She was almost an anole. But no, she's my gecko. I'm an animal lover. It's a simple love because animals are not corrupt. They are the way you raise them, with minimal outside ruins. They are your baby, and they need you.

It's too late to be up and doing this.

I had YAP. Twas fun. Well, interesting. We did an activity about whom we would keep on a boat and we were surprised when the other group chose different people. I was anyways. And an activity on me, you, us. Venn diagram of his interests, my interests, and our interests. I knew how it would be.
I kissed her. I was in such a good mood.

We played with Steve's rats. Cheese is so curious and Mr. Jingles is so nervous, but fast and sneaky. They're adorable. He's got a bottle taped up for them, and a new box and I gave him my wheel for now and he put a basket with a blankie in. Cheese sleeps in the little basket all cuddled up, mr. Jingles prefers to be all gargoyle-y on top of the water bottle. They're just sweet. So innocent.

Then we came here and I got wrapped up in my gliders for a while and selling  them to my mom, whom was sold days ago, but I feel the need to keep proving myself. And over and over again. I'm cleaning the ferret cage every night- like I always should have been. But now that I don't take my sleepies, it's a lot easier becasue I'm on no time constraint. It's no problem. I will prove I'm capable. I will arrange it all myself, and it will go fine. Me and steve sat down to finish Coraline, but ended up watching South Park. I tried to find him the gerbil toys- but they were gone. I guess my dad tossed all the ones that looked chewed up and stuff because of germs. Pish posh. I know I have a small wheel somewhere, but I think it's broken. Ugh. Why didn't this matter when I was cleaning and organizing? I'll keep the bowl for my gliders. Oh well =/ I felt like a let down.

But tomarrow's another day, and compulsively checking and resending emails will only annoy people. Though no lie, I'ma check one more time before bed.

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