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A short list.

1) Go to McCormick's to check on Sucker, and possibly look into buying Daniel some additional tubes for his tank. I can see where this might be a bad idea, letting an unusually smart mouse loose in several feet of brightly coloured tunnels, but what's the worst that can happen?

And if anyone says "he'll build an owlship", there will be ass-kicking. B|

2) Go to the library to pick up some books I ordered. I requested some books on British naval uniforms, so hopefully they didn't screw it up. I kinda want to read something historical, and as much as I like my dad's little library here at home, "The Quest For El Cid" just doesn't do it for me.

3) Go to Target, look for something for my aunt's birfday, and hopefully get a new pillow while I'm there. The pillow I've been using to prop myself up while I drive Voodoo* has kind've... disintegrated. Well, 'exploded' would be a better term, but I refuse to admit that the inside of my car is covered in pillow guts.

4) Sleep. A lot. Ohgod.

*One of the drawbacks to driving an older car -- not everything works. Case in point, Voodoo's adjustable seat mechanism. There is no way to push the driver's seat foreward. So I must instead push ME foreward with a pillow. :3

I start school tomorrow.

I got my grades over Spring Break and, amazingly, I passed MATH 116. With a C-.

(Yes, Kiffies were scared of failing remedial algebra. Stop laughing.)

This means I can go on to MATH 117 this quarter! Yay! Kiffies did a dance very much like a Bobling who is getting jiggy with his bad self.

I am also back in SLO after a wonderful time in Los Angeles.

I got to drive my aunt and her fiance' around in Voodoo, got to drive all the way down to Irvine in my dad's Taurus, and found out that the kitty belly really is a trap. Squeeky shows no mercy to those who are stupid enough to try to pet a kitten's soft tummy fur. B|

AND I cleaned out Sucker's tank and filter. After I got over the fact that my hand was submerged in several gallons of poo-water, I was kinda okay with it. Sucker, on the other hand, gave me a death glare as I started taking more and more water out. Around the time it was getting low enough for him to feel air on his dorsal fin, he splashed poo-water in my face to tell me to "knock it off". This? I was not cool with.

Ew. Ew. Ew.

I still feel dirty. D:

It is cold here.

Not freezing cold, but just chilly.

I changed Sucker's water last night, changed the filter, and cleaned out most of the carpet o' shit that plecos lay down all over their tanks. I guess if there were other fish in there with him, it would be less severe, but I still don't see why people keep plecos at all. He is nature's little shit factory.

I still need to feed Timmy. I am lazy. I don't want to get up to make his meal, but I have to. Enk. He probably won't even eat it.

And I'm going to need to trick Daniel out of his cage soon. Have no idea how I'm going to do that. But it has to be done. His whole cage needs to be wiped out and rised off. And that wheel... ugh. He's actually not a very dirty animal, but that wheel just attracts poop. He stinks a lot more than the others, but as far as physical waste, there's very little.

And I got to feed F'oggie. I missed my little boy. He swam up to me as soon as I walked into the room and went right into singing. Poor, confused thing. He thinks I'm a frog, too. :3

I'm at home.

I just finished my review of "Crash" and sent it in to ES 112, so I'm pretty much done with all of my homework until the weekend.

I love being here with my family and all my critters. Squeeky is so big, but he's still a kitten. He's gonna be a great, big dummy when he's older. :3

I need to buy a new filter for Sucker's tank. Messy pleco. Ugh. I swear, he goes through those things quicker than I can get them. It's downright disgusting.

I missed my Hubie and my Jackie. I need to clean out their cages while I'm here. My mom couldn't figure out how to open the drawers to clean and didn't think to call me, so there's a good deal of OHGODWHY at the bottom of the cages. She did put paper down on top of the grates, though, so there was some cleaning done, but I really need to sit down with her and explain that not cleaning out bird cages equals her taking both the keets to the vet for respiratory infections. And she'll pay for it.

Meh. I must go clean.

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