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Or at least I hate when I have the magical kitty who never gets any better. Even after treating for may-or-may-not-be-there liver flukes, her liver enzymes are still three times as high as they should be, and my mom's response is "Live and let live, leave her alone and what happens happens."

If it were the other cat, her response would be, "Test, operate, and do whatever you need to do."

Look at this precious girl, everyone, and tell me how I'm supposed to ignore the fact that her liver isn't working properly:



*Sigh* This was why I wanted pet insurance!

Anyone have $830 to spare? (And that's only for diagnostic testing, not actual treatment. And I just know my father's reaction will be to scream as if I've crashed his car, rather than discuss what's wrong with my cat in a sensible manner).

Just a quick note: whenever dying your hair fun colors, make sure to have a) Bleach, and b) rubbing alcohol/nail polish remover on hand. a) does wonders for cleaning up the shower, b) does wonders for making you look more like a human and less like an Oompa Loompa (at least when the dye is pink and purple).

A 2nd quick note: the new "Punky" hair dye gives strong, vibrant color. Subtle it is not. Not for your hair, your skin, your bathtub...

I'm thinking I might stick with Manic Panic for the whole head effect (especially when I want colors slightly more toned down, or at least ones that don't stick everywhere) and use Punky for streaks and whatnot. Less hours spent scrubbing that way. @_@

And as a side note, I am in MA right now, and loving it. Now let's see if this hair dying job lasts the 1.5 weeks until school starts back up again...

( In which my hair, it is colorful, and the pictures will NOT take up your screen )

I've been compared to Marilyn Monroe, Gwen Stefani, and the lead singer of Paramore but blond for those brief hours when I was all bleached, and now I've become cotton candy or a highlighter.

I am somehow very happy with this.

This Sunday: cut and bleach the hell out of my hair. It costs a lot so hopefully the salon will get enough color out that I do not have to bleach a second time.

Sometime soon after: bright pink hair dye.

After hell week of hell, this makes me far too happy. ^_______^

What say you Writing Seminars department about no courses open? What say you film department about me getting into a screenwriting class because I e-mailed the professor? What say you about me taking a screenwriting class?

BOOYA, GUYS!

How to give my dog a bath:

MOM: Gets small tub and puts at side of living room by the balcony.
DOG: …
MOM: Cookie, come here! Come here!
DOG: …
ME: Gets a treat from the closet on the opposite end of the room from the bath
DAD: Cookie! Come over here!
DOG: Gets up and follows me.
ME: Walks over to the bath dangling the treat. Come here, puppy! Come on baby!
DOG: Follows only a small portion of the way. Then stops and stares looking cute.
MOM and DAD: Try cajoling and forcing.
ME: Dangles treat
DOG: Tries to snatch at treat. Fails. YOWL YOWL YOWL. Dog runs to his bed and lies down, staring up at us with a nervously wagging tail.
MOM, DAD, ME: Give up on the bath idea.
MOM: Drags the bed over to the balcony. Then out onto the balcony. Brings in various pots with hot water. Shuts balcony door.
DOG: … Gets up. Goes to the bathroom. Refuses to get off grass and go back to balcony.
MOM: Nudges back to balcony
MOM and ME: Wash dog.
DOG: YOWL YOWL YOWL YOWL YOWL YOWL!
MOM and ME: Finish. Quickly.

Now, granted, some of this is my dog being in pain when he’s touched wrong (due to the enormous tumor on his shoulder). The rest is just him being a brat.

Why life is awesome right now:

1. I now have an XBox 360. Anyone have any game (preferably RPG) recommendations?

2. I am writing Lucy/Master fic. It is strangely like writing a somewhat wary but all too willing lamb getting seduced by a wolf.

3. lunaserenade slept over yesterday, and it was awesome. She introduced me to her family, really good banana milkshakes, and Repo: The Genetic Opera, which I need to get/see. We also Doctor Who marathoned, and have I mentioned how much fun she is to hang out with?

<333 darling!

4. Speaking of Repo, I have been watching this clip on repeat:



That is completely and utterly delightfully twisted, and I need to see it, guys! Like, now.

Also, completely unrelated but if any of you could find the time to pray for/send good thoughts to my dog, that would be wonderful. The tumor is so large now that one shoulder is literally double the size of the other, and he spent a good 15 minutes tonight screeching in pain. Apparently, the painkillers aren't working very well anymore.

...So, not entirely glee, but as glee as can be under the circumstances, I suppose.

(I really don't want my dog to die...)

The owner of the blog left her livejournal logged in on my computer. I now can tell the world the truth about her! That she is a totally awesome person and I'm glad she is my friend. : )
-Corinne
( I logged out afterwards, don't worry)

^Livejournal apparently saved this as a draft. It makes me smile. :) *Glomps corinnethewolf, who is currently asleep but whom I will promptly attack with Hugs of Doom tomorrow (well, later today I suppose, but we can ignore that for now).

On another note, happy belated Thanksgiving, guys! Even though it's a purely American thing, I figure there's always enough love and delicious delicious food to go around.

Also, I'm trying to figure out whether I should keep "Salem" as the name of the main character in my latest short story. It sure as hell beats thinking about the 15 pages I have left to write of my essay.

How is everyone, anyway? Comment and tell me, I'm nosy. :P

Last night (not technically today, but it's still annoying), the student activities group e-mails me and tells me they're having issues understanding my budget proposal and want to meet with me on Thursday about it.

Physics 9 AM, my CPS unit (the thing they use to make sure we're in class) doesn't work right. I fiddle with it to make it work.

11 AM, painting billboard. I get paint all over my pants (and backpack, though I got most of that off). I have to skip Bio to try various methods of getting the paint of the pants, all of which don't work, such as putting rubbing alcohol on it... and the smell of any alcohol makes me feel nauseous. Currently, the pants are in the laundry and I'm hoping that gets the yellow paint out somehow. Really hoping.

A few minutes ago, I get the powdery detergent on my carpet and don't have a vacuum, so I have sketchy white powder there for a while.

And I have one of my least favorite classes coming up, then work.

Ugh. x_x

Though on the bright side, Corinne and I are making peanut butter cups tonight. And on the bright though vaguely sketchy side, a little story: in our dorm, each floor has a theme. This floor is tropical, and there are paper flowers everywhere. Also, every room has names on the door, telling you who lives there. Sometime last night, someone took a few of said flowers and placed them around my name, making a flower tree.

No idea who, though...

Yeah, one of those days.

The fact that in the future, assuming I ever find someone worth marrying, there's a 50/50 chance I won't be able to because of completely ridiculous and bigoted constitutional amendments makes me more than a little furious.

("I love you." "I love you too." "Marry me?" "I'd love to! So who's getting the sex change, you or me?")

'Cos even though I voted "No" on Florida's fun little version of Proposition 8, it still has a very very good chance of getting through.

...At least there's always Massachusetts, right?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75J3TN9Zzck

*Gigglesnort*

The best part is, it makes a great argument for the other side.

"She said that mommies and daddies have to get married first [to have a baby]."
[My Addition"] "Well, honey, you can also have two daddies, and we'd love to raise you in a safe and steady marriage situation. But you see, there's this new constitutional amendment..."

Also, what kind of little girl thinks people only get married for babies? For little kids, marriage=love Disney style, with maybe a baby sometime in the future. I don't think you'd find one mainstream USA kid who thinks Shrek and Fiona got together because they really just wanted to make little Ogres.