Okay, so I was walking out of B&N and something really colorful caught my eye(ooh, shiny!)... I walk closer and what do I see but...

hee-hee! Oh how I wish I were allowed to have political bumper stickers, but, alas, my dad's job prevents that. Plus he's Republican anyway. Or so he says.

Okay, politicalness aside... let's talk about something totally opposite such as.... America's Next Top Model!

Okay numero uno: ANTM-- My god, Renee is so petty. She has b*tched about almost every girl in the house, then turned that Diane chick against Britney. UGH! Dammit Renee, I want you to win but please, god, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!

All right, I'm not particularly in the mood to be deep or retrospective (am I ever?), so I'll end w/ a happy goodbye, wishing everyone a great Spring holiday!

Maybe I'll be deep tomorrow =)

So, today is 3-14 a.k.a Pi Day! Well, today Math was sooo corny, we sang Pi songs, hula-hooped, and ate round things. And we didn't have any homework... too bad, I love math!

Anywho, tonight America's Next Top Model comes on, as well as South Park.

Have a happy Pi Day!

Hi all! Well, I must admit one of my guilty pleasures is America's Next Top Model. I just watched the 1st episode today, and I have several comments!

There are Two beauties repping Alabama, including one from Montgomery, who attends ASU, where my mom taught for ten years.

Here are my favs and least favs of the final 12.

My favorites:

Whitney: the so-called plus syze (The HTML is acting up, therefore it is intentionally spelled wrong) model is the sweetest one in the compition.

Rene(e?): I think she's stunning, and she "does everything for her son".

Least:

Jael: I. Can't. Stand. Her. Or her voice, specifically. Plus she seems oblivious to things around her.

Natasha: A Russian beauty, could be Angelina Jolie's blonde twin sister. I don't think she'll go far.

Sarah: Cute, and the judges seem to like her but she has a superior attitude.

 

Well today was a very sad day. At Midnight I discovered my beloved hamster Butters was sick. She and my other hamster, Rhoda, were in this little card-board club house I'd made for them when I heard squeaking. The squeaking sound usually means they are fighting, and sure enough when I lifted the house, Rhoda was sitting atop poor Butters. I noticed Butters looked really pathetic and was very unresponsive-- this was very odd as Butters was always the hyper one. I picked up Butters and turned him over, sure enough his bottom was wet and enlarged. I rushed into my parents' bedroom, hysterical. They woke up and we spent the whole night with Butters, making her more comfortable. My first assumption was that Butters had the dreaded wet-tail. But I learned it was extremely rare, if not impossible, in Dwarf Hamsters. Let me explain the cage set up-- there are two Critter-trial twos connected by a long tube and the hammies move freely between each one. Well, I moved Rhoda in the opposite cage of Butters, and blocked off the tube, in case whatever Butters had was contagious. My father and I were up till 5 AM researching sicknesses on the internet, and flipping thru various Hamster care books. A little while after I'd discovered Butters was sick, she began to make this odd clicking noise. I had no idea what it was. My father convinced me to go to bed, and we'd take Butters to the vet when they opened. I woke up at 7 AM and immediately went over to Butters' cage. She was laying in the same position as I'd left her when I'd fallen asleep except.. she wasn't breathing. I tapped on the cage and hoped that she was just... holding her breath, or that she was just in a deep sleep. She wasn't. We buried her in our backyard in a baby-wipe box. I'd put her favourite nest and my dad placed her in it. I also put two chewie type things and some Carefresh bedding, to make her feel at home. My brother and I cleaned out the cage she'd been in with bleach, as well as Rhoda's cage. We threw away anything that could not be cleaned (the other nest, three cardboard chewies). Butters was technically my brother's hamster, and Rhoda mine but we both played and took care of them equally. As Dwarf hamsters are social, for the sake of Rhoda we might be getting another one. My brother and I, my bro esspecially, are not sure if we can handle it. I think Rhoda knows that Butters, her best friend in the whole world, is gone. I'm still not sure what happened to Butters. She was happy and active and normal on Thursday. I didn't see her Friday, as I went to school, came home, babysat, and crashed at about 6:30, and then I woke up at 12:00 am.. technically Saturday. My mom and I went to the pest store to get more bedding so I could do my weekly cleaning of the cages.. now cage as I decided not to risk it and not use the cage Butters was in. I bought small dog chews, salt licks, and more wooden chewies for Rhoda... to compensate somehow. I also got another, albeit smaller, cage for Rhoda and it is now hooked up. The people at the pest store were very understanding, and said that Dwarfs could, indeed, catch wet-tail. I started crying in the middle of the store, but the people were very nice about it. I adopted Rhoda and Butters four weeks ago today. I love you Butters and I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened and I don't know how I couldve prevented it, but I wish I had. I will love you forever.

Well, yesterday was a sad day. I woke up to find the door to my hamsters' cage was wide open... and one of the hamsters, Rhoda, had escaped. Of course this was five minutes before school started and I went to school just bawling. I cried and cried all day and of course my friends and perfect starngers and even the teachers were asking me "What's wrong?" etc., all with the best intentions of course but, seriously, that's one of the worst things you can do to someone when they're crying-- as them "What's wrong". So anyway, when I got home I scattered more Hamster food in various places and checked on Butters (so tactfully named after the South Park character by my brother), the other hamster, and tore up the house looking for Rhoda. Finally I just said a quick prayer  and went next door to babysit Adison. I came home at 6, more depressed than ever. And then the most miraculous thing happened. Well, my 85-pnd mutt, Lizzie, began sniffing wildly at this bookcase in the dining room. My mom, who had just happened to be in there, told me not to get my hopes up but to help her move the book case. When we moved it, however, my heart sank as there were three balls and a chewie back there. But Lizzie wouldn't relent and continued to sniff and paw in that area. So I moved a couple of old xmas bags and then... Rhoda, the amazing Dwarf hamster, just comes skittering out as if nothing happend. Mind you, this was on the 1st floor. In order for her to get to the dining room she'd have to crawl out of the cage, leap off the desk her cages are on, crawl under the door (the door was closed but there was a big enouugh crack under it for a Dwarf Hamster to fit thru) then crawl down 15 steps, and atleast 2 rooms, a book case, and a couple of old xmas bags to get where she was. So answer me this, how in the hell outve all the rooms in the house would Lizzie've chosen to go in the dining room, sniff out the rat (literally)??

So here I am, waiting to be promoted to level 2 so I can sumbit episode recaps and stuff =D