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Ho hum. Another day, another need to spout some random nonsense that doesn't pertain to most of you.
Well, I'll start with my free hour. There's this girl, whom is a complete men's Sioux hockey fan. Though, maybe fan isn't the right word. More like, hormonally charged and obsessive girl is better. Oh yeah. Great improvement.
Anyways, she apparently stretched a muscle a little too far during soccer practice. She was complaining how much it hurt (Somewhere below her ribcage...) and wouldn't stop poking at it. Suddenly she got this look of horror on her face. I asked her what the matter was, and she says, "There's lie, a lump here!" *Pokes frantically at her midsection* "It hurts!"
She prodded my other friend to feel for herself, to see if she wasn't nuts. (Which she is.) Jen couldn't feel anything, and told Hailee not to worry about it. "But what if it's cancer!?" Now, I had to scoff at this. Cancer of what? Your rib? Not to mention that every normally developed human being has a nice layer of muscle and connective tissue between their organs and skin. I don't think she was really listening as I explained this, though. Instead I opted for, "Well, I doubt it would hurt to much if you would stop poking it..."
Now THAT she listened to. On another note...my dear little bundle of black and white fur that is my hamster Ilona is sick. She has some sort of infection of her digestive tract. I'm about tearing my hair out because of this. I mean, I just got her last September. If she died now, after what happened to my last hamster, I'd feel like one of those people who they make fun of in the movies who can't seem to keep a single pet alive. D: That and I'd be heartbroken, of course.
We have her on this special antibiotic, and we have to give her dark, leafy greens to boost her fiber intake. Since her current state was apparently caused by there not being enough fiber in her hamster food. She's just so sick...I mean, it took us days now to get her eyes open. What with all the discharge that her eyes were excreting, and that dried and crusted her eyes shut. She's slowly improving, though I don't expect immediate recovery. I just wish I'd seen the difference in her behavior sooner.
The problem is, she doesn't have a set routine. Some days she's awake before 5 in the evenings, and other days she's sleeping until 7 or 8 at night. When she was sleeping so much, I just figured it was the same stuff she's done all along. I just hope we can save her. I really do.
Eh...I'm having weird dreams as usual. A few days ago I had a dream that I was an employee at this futuristic pet store. Though it wasn't really a pet store, since that would have meant at least some variety. Not this. THIS was like library gone specialty fish store. Nothing but fish tanks from floor to ceiling.
We had had an earthquake, and I was the only person left. I was running around trying to put the fish (Whose tanks were broken.) into tanks that were still intact. I had a talking fish pet with me, whom I told to go tell the other fish to come to me so I could help them. So much for that. There were these little brown fish, with a striking resemblance to brown pebbo feeders, that had defensive spikes on them. I should have known it was a bad idea, but the thinking process is rather retarded in dreams. So, I picked one up, it got agitated, pricked my hand in a billion places, I got mad, so I dropped it and kicked it into the wall. (I'm so nice...)
My hand didn't bleed, but it did hurt. I sat on the ground picking out spines for awhile. Then my dream changed to video game format and I don't remember much else after that. This morning I had a dream where I was at some sort of army camp telling a joke to a "friend." He was an armadillo soldier, as they called it. Their armor looked like it was based on an armadillo. Who'd a thunk it?
 Einhaender · Thu Apr 26, 2007 @ 12:54am · 0 Comments |
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