Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Two days ago, my kitty went to...
...have his claws ripped out by some bogus vet. Well, I'm pretty sure the vet isn't genuinely bogus, but I shall continue to refer to them as thus because they ripped my kitty's claws out. Sure, it was my parents who didn't want him destroying their chesterfields and armchairs, but that's beside the point.
And now my kitty isn't here, because he's at the vet. So I'm alone in the house with a hamster. Oh joy. Especially since I hate that frigging hamster--all she ever does is run on her god damned wheel all night, and since the closet (it's nowhere near as inhumane as it sounds--really) my sister keeps her cage in backs onto my room, I, consequentially, get little to no sleep. Oh yeah, and I think she may have bitten my cat on the nose or something.
Very pathetic on the part of my cat.


I actually spent almost three hours PMing back and forth with my Internet Guardian/Uncle/Big Brother (entirely self-described, I assure you), mostly about things regarding Barbies.
For instance, the Barbie doll we are all familiar with today and enjoyed de-limbing when we were but wee tots was actually knocked-off the German "Lilli" doll. Basically, this was a toy for men to buy so they could prop her up on stands in their cars and stuff.
It's funny to think that she was about as dressed at all times as many women are today just walking down the street in summertime. The times do change, don't they?

And, speaking of summer, it was pretty much hot outside yesterday, considering that it's still March. I actually got a sunburn [, though it was from skiing, so it doesn't count]. It went up to around six or seven degrees during the day, and I doubt it fell below negative ten at night, so yay. Spring is here, in all its shitfulness.
I hate spring, namely because it always smells so damn bad. The snow melts away and you get all the fumes that have gathered from the everything underneath coming out all at once and it's gross. Spring has no right to exist, aside from May, because May is cool.
There should be a sort of...seasonal "sublimation", during which winter immediately gives way to summer, with nothing in between.
(Fall can stick around though; fall is teh awesome.)


I picked up a copy of "The Picture of Dorian Gray" the other day, and I must say I'm impressed. I must also say, "omfg gayest book ever!!!11one" though it probably isn't, and it's to be expected. It's actually pretty cute, until Dorian becomes such a bastard and stabs Basil Hallward in the base of the skull, like, seventy million times. That part was sad. I like Basil. Too bad he fell in love with the wrong very pretty, conceited young guy with "golden hair" and "red lips".
And, therefore, Oscar Wilde is one cool guy, though I'd have to beat him up if I ever met him. Same is true of Shakespear(e), though, so it's not like it'd be anything personal.


Last night, I had a very literal dream. That's right: I actually dreamed about talking to my friends about video games then complaining about crappy "Knights of the Old Republic II" graphics. I distinctly remember saying, "I couldn't believe it--the graphics are so primitive! They're the same, if not worse, than Prince of Persia one's and that game is, like, five years old!"
I don't know if I want to consider the implications of dreaming about this kind of thing, but whatever.


"Viewtiful Joe" is a cool game, but I just can't get very into it. I haven't played for more than an hour at a time yet.
And what's worse is that I cannot find DMC1 in stores anywhere. Anywhere, I say! I have looked and asked in, like, five different places! GAH! *smashes stuff*

Is it so wrong wanting to play the first one before the third?? Is it?! You'd think so, the way the world's been acting lately. Pah.
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