I'm Funny

Yesterday (technically I wrote the journal today, but I had a whole nights sleep between then and now, so I'll call it yesterday ["time is only relative"]) the title related to funny as well. I suppose that means I'm in a good mood? Could have fooled me. I mean, I've been avoiding my family and hiding out in my room and at the rabbit pens a lot, and I'm not the happiest of campers when they want to talk to me. Or make me take my iron. Oh, how I hate my iron. Makes me feel crappy for the rest of the fricken' day. So no iron before practices! And certainly no iron if I'm not feeling that hot to begin with. Once two-a-days start tomorrow, I dunno if I'll take my iron for those reasons.

And I want to spend time with my rabbits ... but as I said earlier, the mosquitoes came back with a vengeance, and I fricken' itch like crazy. After yesterday morning and this morning at field hockey practice, combined with taking care of the rabbits, I have bites all over the place. It's not cool, man. I slap a lot of the things on other people--probably scaring the crap out of them if they're not aware that I'm stalking a sucker--and on me as well. When the team's sitting around the benches to listen to the coaches, I'm more concerned about the buggers flying around than trying to look at them. In broad daylight, man! Imagine the shady area with long grass and puddles around the rabbit pen.... I love my bunnies, but damn! May I take them inside to pet them?

I was looking back through my scarce journals (all caught up now, btw!) and I never mentioned my current bunny situation. Oh no! There was a swap in Clare this weekend, so I took Midget and Doe-Eye to it because I was trying to sell Midge for a couple of weeks and I didn't see much of a use for DEBby, and by the time my family was going to give up on them and leave, two people came by and bought them both. Within a minute, I believe. DEB went to a good home for sure, but the little boy who bough Midget ... I'm a little concerned. But there isn't much I can do now. Midget was definitely a good rabbit, but she wasn't showable because of her color and size (not to mention pudginess) and I really do want to start a teeny rabbitry. Then when I sold her, Dad went on about how he couldn't believe that I had sold a family pet. Right. I bought her with my money, no one visits her but him and I--and I don't even think Mom, Joe and Ben even knew who Midget was. *shakes head*

As for Nebelstreif, I let her out one day, thinking she would be fine because she was of larger size now and ready to be sold. When I went out about an hour later, I couldn't find her. I was a little concerned, but I thought she was going to be fine. Later that evening when I put her away, she came back all beat up. There was a scratch on her head, she looked like she had a stiff neck, and she didn't try to run away at all. She kind of picked her personality up from her mother. A couple days later, I guess infection set in or something, but she wouldn't eat or drink at all, I think, and she died.

So now I have Cashmere and Dozer. Cashmere's too much of a buddy for me to sell him, too. Love that little guy. XD Although, truth be told, he's a pound heavier than he should be for a Mini Rex. Whoops. Well, both of my rabbits are on a fixed diet now, so all's good.

Since I printed off the wrong pre-registration form to show Dozer yesterday, I had to go to the library again after field hockey practice and print off another sheet. At least I was able to renew my library card at the same time. Hehe. When I got home, I quickly filled it out, slapped a stamp onto the envelope I filled out yesterday, but when I biked down to the mailbox ... the mail had already come. I'm positive that any time but the summer, the mail doesn't come until three thirty at the earliest. So why the hell does it come at one o' clock now? Not cool, because that thing's due on the eleventh. Not sure if I'll be able to make it. I wouldn't be so terribly agitated if I knew I could show her in the Saline fair instead of the Chelsea fair, because the two more or less overlap, but field hockey, I'm sure, will make the Saline fair impossible. I do plan on showing her in the Ann Arbor fair.

Other than that ... rabbits have pretty much been the only thing on my mind lately. I mean, I've been doing extensive research about rabbit breeding and show--which doesn't appear to be the easiest thing in the world at all--and I like the sounds of it. Rabbits and frogs are my favorite animals ever. Sorry Dana. But it's true. :P Sure, I like horses and wolves and dinosaurs and dragons and all that jazz, but those are common likes. And rabbits and frogs are cooler. I mean, they're both cute. *nods* It's true, frogs can be cute when drawn artistically. In real life ... they're cool sounding. I dunno. I love frogs. My window is covered in frog decorations. And rabbits I can have.

But while I'm on the topic of animals, while we were at the last swap, Joe decided that he wanted a guinea pig. There were more guinea pigs than I've ever seen at that swap, but Mom wouldn't let him buy one. She figured it'd be easier to find a cheaper one at home. So we got home, and Joe was told to do some research ... actually I was told to do it, but I wanted to do more rabbit research of my own. But whatever. They definitely haven't put as much thought into it as I have rabbit showing, but the guinea pig will just be a pet. Anyway, we can't find an Abyssinian around us. Because that's the breed Joe prefers. Personally I would go for a Teddy if I was to get a guinea pig ... but I don't want one. I have my rabbits, after all. And to make things a little more complicated, he wants a tri-color. Which is technically called a tortoiseshell with cream, I think. I tried (very briefly and not so hard) to find one as well, but I didn't have much luck.

Eh. Maybe the idea will pass. I don't know.

I do know that I have to get drawing and digitally painting for HorseArt-RPG on deviantArt. I want to enter in a couple of competitions with the horses I have, but I haven't gotten much drawn yet. Not only that, but I also have a couple of stories going on. Lila is the one I'm putting most of my attention in, because I refound the TMNT fandom a little while ago and decided I might as well get the story finished, but I also have Fallen Apart, which is based on the first X-Men role play game I ever participated in. Surprisingly enough, that's the one that's been getting more attention, despite the fact that I only have three chapters written and haven't posted anything on FF.net in about a month or so.

I kind of have a little cult following Lila, though. I find it hilarious. The people who do read the story get caught, then state in their reviews that my excellent writing deserves a lot of reviews. "So well written!" They exclaim ... but I don't think they use well. I mean, I'm one of the few people that actually know the difference between well and good, it seems, as well as can and may. Ever notice how incorrectly we speak? I do it on purpose, until it comes to those two. "I love where this story is going!" But the one I remember to the almost exact words is "Oh SHITTT It's hit the fan!" Laughed at that one. Because I know the reader ain't seen nothin' yet. And I said so in the reply. XD

My goal with Lila is to ... well, finish it. But I wanted suspense. Not mystery (not really), not a whole lot of adventure, but I wanted the readers to sit on the edge of their seats reading it and try to figure out what the flip was going on. Because I didn't give a whole lot of information. One comment I got was "Saw that coming!" And I thought in my head, I sure hope so! For that part, at least. Everything else I hope for a few twists.

Once I finish Lila, I hope to write Fallen Apart again, but also start up a little story on Prison Break. I absolutely love the show, as I raved about in my last journal, and I was looking through the fanfiction on FF.net, and quite frankly, it sucks. A lot of it is Michael/Lincoln slash. I mean ... incest isn't cool in my books. Turtlecest was a huge thing last year, and I still find it a wee bit disturbing. In my head, the guys are brothers and should not be participating in anything sexually. Michael and Lincoln are full brothers (Michael just took up his mother's maiden name while Lincoln kept his father's) and totally would not do such a thing! I find those fanfictions fricken' annoying, and there isn't much else on the site. So I want to add some cutesy young brothers stuff. When Linc runs from the police and Michael sets up a way so that he can evade them. XD 'Cause they so totally did do that; it was said in the series. Oh, I forgot, another common thing on there is Lincoln/OC slash ... and I'm all like ... no. That's not what happens. He picks up a Panama chick and lives with her somewhere. I forget exactly. Before Fox River he had Veronica. He doesn't have a girlfriend in Fox River because that's a dude state penitentiary! And that's when most of them take place. Stick OCs where they don't belong. I mean, Prison Break isn't open to a lot of debate as to what happened after the mother "died" and to ... er, the end. Although I think I already gave that spoiler away a few journals ago. Whoops.

Holy crap, that was a li'l rant. But yeah, I want to make a little Michael and Lincoln running from the cops fic. It shouldn't turn out to be that long. In theory. :\

Oh. So now the thunderstorms come, after practice. I tell ya, there were supposed to be storms, but of course it couldn't rain during our practice. Would that have driven the mosquitoes away?

Last night I went on a spider killing spree. Killed four of them, actually. One was hiding out slightly to the right of my door, so I took that one down and slapped my moccasin against him three times before he died. Kept climbing back up the wall. Found another one by all my cassettes, so he was smashed. Then a random one I didn't see earlier crawled up the wall not a foot away from the first one I killed, so that one died. Pretty sure the guts are still on the wall, because I still won't touch the thing after it's dead. Stupid phobia. Killed a huge brown one in the corner of my window because I was afraid to look out the window at the thunderstorm last night. That sucker was a bit harder to kill, but I got it. And now there's still one in the corner of my room, but it's over the bookshelf so that I can't reach it. Oh, she'll die. She'll die for sure. Before her eggs hatch. At least, I think it's an egg sack. *shiver* I hate spiders.

After I killed those four I started pacing around my room almost nervously, but it ended up as a walk and talk. Mentioned that last night.

I figured out that I'm a person that remembers how to do things, but everything else is lost on me. Dates, numbers, words ... but I remember how things work or how to figure problems out. Which is probably why math is so easy. And Chemistry, because Chemistry is only glorified math with applicable uses. I remember directions easily enough. Mom once was going through Ann Arbor and thought she was going to be lost, but I remembered the route we took. It was easy enough to back-track, I guess. And once I have something figured out, it'll take a hell of a lot of abuse for me to forget it. XD I mean, if I'll never use it again for a couple of years, and even then it might be safe.

One number I remember, though, and that's 568. That's my consecutive jumps to beat while jump roping since eighth grade. Oh, and I remember pi, up to like the twentieth place or whatever.

Anyway, I think I have everything down now. I actually wrote more than I thought I was going to. Oh well. That's cool. 'Specially since I haven't written anything for a looooong time.

SONG OF THE DAY: Reach Up for the Sunrise ~ Duran Duran