Mar. 7th, 2011 10:20 am
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(May run out of onomotopeias soon--or interest, lol--for my random journal titles.) ...and gosh, has it been going on one month since I last posted already, srsly? Time is flying by. And I'm getting so little done. ;.; Eh. That just seems to be how life goes lately, I guess.

Joshua got adopted, as the previously posted graphics' changing I think that's Allegria in the fireworks photo op there, a tiny, cute, and highly acrobatic Toy Fox Terror terrier who, as far as I can tell, might also have been adopted. I'm not sure, though, because a lot of dogs have gone into foster homes, seems like, and their system isn't always quite totally up to date (possibly because some of the dogs aren't available for ad...never any sign online of the freaked-out Iggies that were there last time I was volunteering, one way or another, who were supposed to go into foster...but again, I'm not sure!).

I haven't been back volunteering much of late, thanks to a whole slew of tests piled atop one another at school, and some serious drama ongoing at home courtesy of my parents. It seems to have settled down for now, but I'm still wary... definitely looking forward to moving out, yeah. Except for leaving my boyfriend behind in the Springs. That'll suck. But I should get better internet up *away* at college, heh, and of course there's he ikkle puppydog I'm still obsessively scheming about getting.

I'm not just looking for a dog for myself now, by the way, as a lady at church asked me to help her find a dog who'll be a good match for her family. More on that later, probably, when I've pried more information out of her; done some preliminary searching but she wasn't 100% clear on what she thinks she and her family will be capable of handling, say, grooming or exercise-wise. I'm leaning toward an Irish Wolfhound or mix thereof, if I can find one that is, eheheh. Myself, though, I'm definitely still ogling the Italian Greyhounds. Leaning away from a mill dog rescue one, though, simply due to the uncertainty of how a dog that traumatized is going to turn out. I'm going to need a dog who'll do well with moving and traveling places with me sooner or later, and depending on the dog that could be really tough on them. (The mill dog rescue is also pretty insistent about a fenced yard, which I may not have if I'm in an apartment, and in general these dogs do better with a solid, already-socialized dog for company, which I also don't think I'll have for a while.) A dog who's going to require a bit less in terms of resocializing and training might prove a better idea while I'm in college anyway.

Fire, btw, turned out to actually be PART SHARK when in the presence of She was still very sweet, actually, all waggy and happy . This is most likely one of those mill rescue weirdnesses that pop up, from what I can tell. In any case, as I expected, she's been adopted long before I could have taken her, and so has her brother, so far as I can tell. This guy is new and may be a possibility for the family I'm helping in their search, but by and large I'm looking elsewhere for a dog for the most part, though I still want to do more volunteering with NMDR.

I swung by the humane society after school last Friday and, in addition to a whole lotta Pixar-bird-type finches (who sound EXACTLY like the "For the Birds" characters) there were also several tempting dogs including, surprisingly enough, a "purebred" Miniature Pinscher who, the more I watched and interacted with him, the more I became convinced he was actually part Italian Greyhound. I can't find him on the shelter's site now, so I think he may have been adopted not long after I left; good for him. The dog I was most tempted by, though, was a Jack Russell pup who appeared to be mixed with chihuahua and, again, very likely IG. (I came home and posted on Facebook about how I was seeing IG-mixes EVERYWHERE Very sweet, very cute, and seemingly less of a handful than most puppies, but still in the holding period when I was there and undoubtedly this dog's going to get adopted fast simply due to age. I spent a long time standing outside his cage, though, and he tracked me and held his paw up all Iggy-like and rested his muzzle on the bars and in general made me fall in love like the sucker I am. ; 0-P There was also an even younger white puppy there who I hesitantly thought might be part bull terror terrier--a real gung-ho go-getter and menace to toys and blankets everywhere, adorable but NOT what I (or my cats) are looking for--and a number of bigger dogs I was examining for laid-back kid-friendliness. Then there was this little brat, who LOOKED promising...

...until I actually came into the hall and watched him for half a second and saw him begin his rabid sequence of BARKITY BARKITY BARK, rapid and high-pitched and all wound up as he ran back and forth obsessing in his kennel run. Yeah, kthanx L.B. for reminding me why I'd be worried about getting any Papillion or, more especially, Pomeranian. I do not want to be trying to convince my apartment dog NOT to be trying to break down the walls with canine sonic waves. OTOH, right as I was leaving they put this little gal in the same run as Little Bit...
...And yes, she is a mill dog rescue of some sort. But I stopped and watched and waited for her to bark-- and she never did. Not even with the extreme provocation of her kennelmate running back and forth making a fool of himself. And it didn't seem to be a simple matter of extreme repression because she DID stand up on her hind legs upon seeing me and do this happy "victory pump" of her front legs, like pawing with both of them in unison (the same move J.R. the Bichon Frise pulled after winning Westminster a few years back, if anyone else remembers that), begging me for attention... so apparently she isn't as traumatized as many mill dogs, and tempts me to reconsider how hard a line to take about where and what sort of dog I'll get because, yes, she would have tempted me to adopt her. ...She appears to have been snatched up by someone else meantime (the humane society here has such a high turnover rate, especially for little dogs, that it's very unlikely I'll see one I can adopt until the last moment, so to speak), but there are, unfortunately, a LOT of oversized wooly little Pomeranians out there--they are WAY too popular for their own good--so if I can find a quiet one they're not totally crossed off my list. If I got a non-IG, though, more likely I'd angle for a Papillion, since they seem at least a little quieter on average.

Anyhow, more lately I went to a small, rather chilly agility practice match this weekend with a friend, which was fun nonetheless. Hopefully the next one will be better-heated or in a more insulated building, lol. No iggies, unsurprisingly, but there was at least one full-size greyhound I encountered (who was, shockingly enough, actually colored grey : 0-P Or blue, more technically) along with three Entlebuchers (! I'd never seen even one before), a number of nifty mutts and other nice dogs. I'm hoping the next shows I hit will be bigger and even more varied. I also hit up the big annual show for the region, the Rocky Mountain Cluster, and met the coolest Iggy person who happened to not only a ROFLcopter-wearing geek but also a rescue volunteer; got there too late for the breed judging, though, so I missed most of the dogs (and also couldn't find any podengos, who I was assured would also be there...pah). I've also just joined an IG message board, which hopefully the internet won't be too fitful about letting me onto, and to my surprise a breeder already contacted me about a young male she's looking to place. I was intending to get a rescue, but... I don't know, a well-bred dog would probably be fine too, and might even be better in some ways. I'll do a bit of interrogating before I make up my mind. At least this breeder does a lot of health testing, from the looks of things, which wins her a lot of points in my book.
But I'm still eying Jasper the deaf white IG and Ramone the MinPin-IG from Kansas, both of whom are still available on Petfinder after many months. <.< >.> In mild irony, the breeder's boy is named Kansas. (But in Texas at the moment, though he'll be a lot closer to me this summer.)


Feb. 16th, 2011 12:16 am
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So I've been delaying updating my journal here until I got around to volunteering at the mill dog rescue again. ...Unfortunately, that took...way the heck too long, between car hijinks and school and job-I-got-then-lost and all. Buuuutttt yeah...I've missed it. A lot. Volunteering was supposed to be part of the way I'd get my "dog fix" and I need it baaaaad. : 0-P I'm scheming about getting a dog after I get out of my parents' house some months from now but meantime I'm drooling incoherently over any and all canines I see photos/videos/etc. of, and yeah. I was thinking maybe I'd get another cat instead but, much as I love my kitties, it just ain't quite the same, and now that it's going on a year since I lost my old dog I really, reallyreallyreally want another one. But can't do that, quite yet. So instead I'll just inflict doggy stories and pics on you, my readers (all...none of you. X 0-D ) And maybe hit up a dog show this weekend. At least this should keep me from brooding over my internet which is being unreliable again...ugh. As if my home life wasn't difficult enough already thanks to my parents, who still like to grouse and threaten in the hopes it will magically make me back into a model child. I need a doggie pick-me-up. ;.;

So finally, now that I'm semi-unemployed (still getting quite a few petsitting jobs, mind you, which is surprising but *regular* paid work anymore however) I got my tail back over to the rescue. Most of the old puppers I remember are gone except for this guy, who apparently turned pink (from allergies) and went off to a foster home.
He was sweet and adorable, if limp-coated and shy. I liked him, but he could barely bring himself to approach the mesh with me on the outside of the cage back then. It sounds like he's doing much better now, which is GOOD... he should make a very sweet if possibly slightly shy pet for someone. He was also much less inclined to bite than his fellow American Eskimos, whom I harassed with some desensitization training...silly Peskies. They're quick learners, though!

One other "keeper" from the many months ago I volunteered last isn't on the website. That, I think, is because she's not adoptable. Poor girl. One problem with no-kill rescues is that animals can languish in tiny cages for years, even, with no end in sight, and it's really no kind of life for a dog to be living forever. This one's a little chocolate dog with big ears, and even though she's an independent-minded biter who doesn't much like people in general I like her anyway. I got worried when I didn't see her in "her" cage but it looks like they simply moved her further down the row...yay. I worry about the kind of quality of life she's living, but mind you, she seems MUCH happier than I recall her being from before--more settled in and less willing to eat fingers, lol. I'll keep an eye on her, and continue the treat-tossing I once did, maybe even be able to interact with her a little more and brighten what must be desperately boring days for the cute little twerp. She's come through a lot; apparently she was a dog whose old owner let run wild, ended up breaking her leg and laying it open to the bone or something, and her crappy old owner wouldn't even take her to the vet and tried instead to tie her leg up with purple string, wtf. You can't even tell now, though; the rescue get her some proper medical care and it's all healed up perfectly. She was lucky! Not like the little dogs there with broken or missing jaws, for example... : 0-(

I think Paco and a few other chis and such may be oldtimers. This rescue seems to acquire some of the sweeter chihuahuas in the world, oddly enough. Paco is one of them. Actually, they get so many chis through I tend to lose track of them... I do remember Jackson, though. For obvious reasons.
And he's actually very nice as well. I was there the day they did his surgery.

I didn't see him when I went there, but apparently Jack the elderly chi is still there also, which unhappily doesn't surprise me overmuch, and even more unhappily his fellow elderly kennelmate has died. : 0-C Poor guy, all alone and unloved; he's somewhat withdrawn, if I recall, but I think I'll be making a special point of picking him out for attention next visit. I always hate seeing elderly dogs wasting away in kennels.

Pretty much everyone else is new at the kennel. They just got a huge shipment of 160-some dogs last weekend, apparently, so that's a LOT of new dogs. Being a big dog person, the only two bigguns I know of are of course two of the ones I gravitate toward... I won't be able to adopt either a Bernese Mountain Dog or a Boxer, but both are high on my list of favorite breeds and the boxer, especially, is very sweet. But elderly, poor guy, which will make it harder for him to get adopted... he's got something other than boxer in him, I'm pretty sure. But he's such a love. I wish I could steal him-- and the Berner too, for that matter, although THAT guy has some surgery he needed to go through and an ugly open wound upon his front leg. That should be done by the time I go back, probably tomorrow, and I'll check on how he's doing then.

Mostly though, it's lots and lots of little guys. Most of whom don't have *too* much trouble buttering me up and winning me over, lol. I looked up a bunch of them to keep an eye out for before I went over there. This was one of the guys I especially liked the looks of:

But the definite favorite from yesterday was this guy's sister, Fire. She was SO CUTE, and smart enough to figure out that if she stood up against the wire mesh she could get belly scratches... I was very hesitant to look at Min Pins and their ilk as a possible future dog, given their usual spitfire personalities, but these guys are laid-back...or repressed...enough that I'm entertaining the idea now, lol; mixes, anyway, NOT purebreds unless they are very unminpin-like indeed. I am seriously tempted to adopt this pair, actually, especially after I came home and looked at brother Magic's open profile again. I think they'd adjust well and be lots of fun. But it seems likely that they'll be adopted before I'm ready; I'm supposed to be doing general research, not picking out individuals just yet.

That doesn't stop me from lusting, however. : 0-P Ramone, here, is one I'd been eyeballing several times... especially since his Petfinder profile keeps popping up when I do random hmm-let's-see-what-dogs-are-out-there searches. I love his coloring but more importantly he seems likely to have a nice balance of--and is young enough to be molded somewhat, I'd guess, without being the itty bitty puppy that would be so highly consuming of time and energy and incapable of proper behavior and housebreaking for months, lol. (I like puppies, but they ARE obnoxious little toothy babies...)
But the new Petfinder pupper who really made me squeal with wanting this search-around was actually this boy: This is Jasper. Italian greyhounds are right at the top of my potentially-adoptable-breeds list, AND I'm looking for a male, AND he's already crate-rained which is nice and decently well-socialized AND it may actually be good that he's oversized given that IGs apparently have this distressing tendency to snap their fragile legbones, at least as daredevil adolescents. (I need to research this more before I get one, actually. : 0-/ Apparently they also have really crappy teeth.) And he's deaf.
Yes, I'd really like to have a deaf dog to play around with training someday. Yes, I'm weird. ...The fact that I'm [likely] looking for an Iggy and find a deaf one is actually pretty darn tempting. We'll see, though.

I went to the mill dog rescue intending to take a good close look at their IGs as well, but they're all total wusses still and wouldn't even stay in their crate inside when I paused outside their cage. 'Cause, y'know, ZOMG SCARYNEW PEOPLE--THEY MIGHT EAT US. These guys would definitely need a lot of socialization and rehab work...which will be okay with me, I think, as long as they get along all right with other animals from the start and are in some way motivatable and eventually able to be brought back around to something resembling a normal, happy, at-least-somewhat-social pet. As soon as I wandered off again all the Iggies piled back on top of one another in their crate bed, which was cute and a good sign that they're at least tolerant of other critters--one reason I'm really leaning toward this breed rather than, say, a terrier of some sort (who could work but I'm worried about how well cats would mix with most of 'em...and, though I'm not in any way expecting or counting on it, it would be nice to have a dog I could socialize to my rats at least a little). Right now there's not much difference between them personality-wise that I can make out, though one grey-and-white was a tiny bit more hesitant to flee. The stand-out gee-I-wish-I-could-adopt dogs this visit were not the IGs, however.

This little Papillion was the one I liked the looks of best--in fact, the moment I spotted his picture I went "GASP--okaymaybeIcouldgetapapillionafterallandnotanIG..." lol. I just find him so handsome--and something in the quality of his comparatively-confident stance... in person, of course, he's much more timid, as I expected, but nonetheless it seems to me that it must speak well that he photographs pretty well. Papillions have always been a favorite little dog of mine (one little breed among few, unlike big dogs who I almost universally adore to pieces seems and they have quite a number of them at the mill dog rescue right now. Temptation, temptation... personality-wise it actually seemed like some of the others might be a slightly better bet. They're probably about the limit of hair I'd prefer to handle, as well... I like the idea of a poodle or mix but until I get out of school I think I'll stick with some slightly less taxing grooming, lol. I'd probably be okay with a less-demanding terrier-type coat but the most ideal would be something that . (Shedding and some regular brushing are fine--just no demands for daily bichon or afghan-type grooming kplzthx.)
To my surprise I saw when I got back that the dog of the week had been changed to "my" papillion. Nice.

There were a number of Cavalier King Charles Spaniels at the rescue, too... but I'm very, very hesitant to adopt a horrid-quality puppy mill dog CKCS, I'll admit, because even the better-bred ones have way too rampant of genetic health problems for my taste... I'd really rather avoid that for right now, at least until I'm into vet school proper and can maybe get a discount on care. Ugh. : 0-/ I do like them, but the quality of dog I can afford atm inclines me to rule them out. Alaskan Klee Kai, given my love for all things sled dog, are appealing but from what I can tell they're way too expensive for my tastes--far above and beyond what an ordinary quality purebred pet normally costs. And there aren't any of them in rescue, given their rarity. And given the predatory proclivities of Siberians I'm not sure they'd actually be the best idea anyway, though I suspect at their size and toned-down-ness they could probably be persuaded to coexist with cats.

I love Portuguese Podengos, but mainly the bigger ones, and they and Basenjis both are probably too primitive to be ideal with other pets if not raised with them. Oddly enough, Brussels Griffons are in my sights as a possible ...there seem to be more mixes of them about than I'd've expected, and they're spunky but not as horribly terrier-like as I would have expected; generally better with other animals, for one. They're also one of the brachycephalic breeds I mind less for some reason, so long as it seems like the dog can breathe okay--by and large, though, it seems like reasonable-coated, long-snouted, quiet, less demandingly aggressive little dogs are too thin on the ground! I don't mind the more fiery terrier tempers but my cats probably will. Beagles and bassets came fairly well-recommended by some of my breed books but honestly, I'm not a hound dog person--and (though I like the singing theatrics of sled dogs, and maybe basenjis, lol) I don't want the baying and noise. I like the idea of corgis or, better yet, a Swedish vallhund, but (depending on what I see around apartment-wise I guess) I was really thinking probably something smaller, not just short-legged. And corgis tend to be barky spitfires in any case. One of the most lovable adoptable little dogs I saw when I was at the rescue last year was a sweet basset or corgi mix who basically looked like a short-legged Golden Retriever--if I can find another nice mix like that, I may very well let go of the IG notion in favor of a shortlegged muttface, hehe.

More dog ranting to come, undoubtedly. : 0-P I'll squee more after some more volunteering and show time--it's been waaaaayyy too long since I hit up a dog show.

...Wait! No. One more. X 0-D
This is sweet Shiloh, whose beagley ears make him look younger than he apparently actually is, in person. He's still a wussypants scaredyface, but less so than a lot of his neighbors in the kennel and he seems likely to come around pretty well, perhaps soon. And, especially if he really is a good part beagle, lol, possibly even better with some bribery. 3; 0-) Must test.


Sep. 17th, 2010 02:50 pm
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Gosh, I hate having so little money. Makes the exorbitant basic college expenses look all the more exorbitant, I tell ya, and it's just... so stressful! So very frustrating, especially when I can look around and see all of the people I know who are in somewhat similar straits spending what seems like a lot of money to me on things I'd like to buy, but...well...can't. Makes me wonder wth they get all that pocket change from. >.<;; And I know it's not all credit-carded and staved off 'til later, ugh. It isn't that they're horrible unthrifty and irresponsible, either; it's just...not exactly jealousy-inducing, as I truly am happy for them and all the little things they can gather 'round them that make them a bit happier, it's just that I wish I could do the same to the same degree. It increases my isolation. (That's actually what sparked this journal entry; I just turned down an invitation to a small dinner party for church volunteers at a local restaurant.)

I don't feel like I'm a very greedy person at all or asking for a lot, but... I can certainly understand why J.K. Rowling said the absolute best thing her newfound riches gave her was peace of mind. Sigh. That's actually one of the things I ...I don't think you can call it prayed for, exactly, when I'm not talking to God or anyone else, but wished for, I guess, and resolved to work for, at the little annual church ritual back around New Year's. Peace. Yeah, that would be nice, on a lot of levels (corny as it sounds to hope for wold peace, too--which seems only a little harder to gain than mental peace on a more personal level sometimes *snorts*).

I don't really want millions. (If I won the lottery I would totally pour it all into an animal rescue...heh. After I paid for school, that is.) Right now, in fact, all I really want is enough for the basics and a little bit extra, for the occasional small fun outing with friends. I don't do concerts or movies or anything of that sort normally, jayzus. I don't buy CDs or even books very regularly at all--the rare "splurge" of buying my favorite author's latest book (ONE BOOK, I reiterate) feels like a hefty splurge indeed. And yet every time I want to go to anything or buy anything, no matter how small, it feels like this massive, guilt-trip-laden decision (yeah thanks parents); even just driving someplace is worrying and expensive since we live rurally and my aging van is losing gas mileage steadily. My boyfriend is actually very good about getting a lot of thoughtful little things for me, mind you, but I feel guilty because I already feel like I lean on him a little too heavily for things like that--I WANT to pay for a McDonald's run now and then, dammit. The unfortunate thing, too, is that he also tends to pick up any of the smallish/affordable stuff he wants, which means I feel like I have very little to give him back. Very little indeed. : 0-C I have a plan to make him a few art things, including one big project I'm HOPING I'll have done by Christmas at the latest, but with how things have been going these last few years I've barely been able to even keep doing my dumb little sketchbook doodles and work on stories I love, much less finish an actual piece of art. It's driving me insane. And the stress of this, ironically, messes with my health and attitude even more than actually being sick does, often.

I'm looking forward to getting out of my parents' house and moving AWAY to college again sometime next year, but...yargh, money may be even tighter than now because I very well may not have any jobs at all up there, not even the crappy little part-time petsitting and t-shirt-selling stuff I'm doing now. And though my parents support me monetarily, it feels--grudging, somehow? >.<;; --which makes it very hard to ask them for any more even when it's for necessities.

I hate it. I really do.
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First week and already some days I'm having trouble dragging myself out of bed. Sad, ne? That's part of the fun of depression I guess. Compound that with the fact that my two more difficult science classes are not just difficult, but also possibly ones I should have delayed until *after* I retook Organic Chem (UGH) and started Biochem... yeah. >.<;; Not really looking forward to this semester--and then on top of that I have part-time work. Admittedly, getting a little bit of steady income is good, and also, it's actually very lazy, easy work which is flexible with my school schedule-- but yargh, it's not like something I can sleep through and that makes Tuesdays in particular REALLY long days, involving work in the morning and then my pathophysiology class until 8:30 or so at night. Gah. @.@ I was literally falling asleep in it this week... gotta figure out some sort of caffeine or *something* for next week. Something that won't
On the other hand, tonight's lecture was much better than Tuesday's--we're doing review stuff, theoretically, but zomg the first day of patho did NOT feel like review. And then on top of that, my Microbiology teacher hands us a review sheet for o-chem stuff and more ("here, label these molecules according to structural group!") and AAAAAGGGHH do not want. And this isn't even going into the ungodly reams of paper these classes are asking me to print out on top of the usual horribly expensive books--and my printer isn't hooked up and working atm, and dad's printer is so skwerled up atm that I cannot trust it to print anything readable. I predict much tearing out of hair very soon, what with one thing and another.

On the other hand, it appears I got A's in both my summer classes, which is surprising but good. Now I just need to get my schedule under control and figure out some way to find the time and energy to start volunteering again, along with the internet reliability to keep up with my posts for my RPG sites. Posted a couple of things today and about to do another, though, yayz. Honestly, scheming about RP and writing stuff was the only thing that got me out of bed this morning, er, afternoon... I really need to find some way to keep doing it regularly despite (or even because of) all the craziness of RL around me.

Thank the powers that be for my Ellenkitty as well, who is mewing cutely and doing her maximal-in-the-wayness flop as she curls up on my chest as I write this. ; 0-P She and my little ratlings are doing well, at least. I'm still really missing my old dog, though, in particular, and pining for a new one. I miss all my old pets far too much still. My birthday this year sucked, meh--I didn't give my parents the birthday list they requested because, well, honestly, the two things I REALLY wanted I knew I was not going to get: a new dog and to get the hell out of this place and move into a space of my own.
I'm trying to change my perspective and look at it with a view of, well, I probably won't be here for my NEXT birthday, so that means less than a year to go, but... I still have trouble seeing the light at the end of the tunnel a lot of the time, to be honest.


Aug. 1st, 2010 08:43 pm
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So yeah... out of the middle of nowhere yesterday, pretty much, I got a headache that then got much much worse as the night progressed and then ended up having to run to the bathroom (on my still slightly-sore sprained ankle) and barf my guts out.
So I be sick. And I dun feel like writing my big doggy update here, still, heh. ...But I sure as heck also don't feel like going and getting my homework done, lulz. Even though finals week is coming up and I need to get stuffs done for it sooner rather than later. I'm hoping I'm not stressing myself into sickness but... I dunno, after some of the really awful days I had just prior to rejoining WWS, it seems horribly likely. (Though in that case you'd think the sickness would come along when the stress and freak-out-ness were worst, wouldn't you?) I hate my health...I wish it would just shut up and behave already, heh, and then I could shut up about it too and get on with my life. YEARS of wanting it to just go back to normal, now, although there are times I think on other people who do not have that hope of being back to normal healthiness, ever, and ought to count myself lucky. (Hard to remember that in the middle of some of this stuff, though.)

I'm just deathly sick of the school thing, most of the time. ...And I won't be getting that much of a break before my fall classes, and I still need to go through the catalog again with fresh eyes and drop the classes my parents have decided to bitch about and maybe find something else to replace them. Or maybe not, I don't know; it all just feels like so much more wasted effort than it used to. Ugh. And this fall my boyfriend is also starting classes, which is good but a more selfish me is already thinking that's going to mean less time with him, especially since he's also working part-time... yeah. : 0-/ he's part of what keeps me sane, though. (Or close enough to sane, lol.) It's a good thing I've rejoined WWS, I'm thinking, even if I'm worried about fitting in RP when fall classes start coming up. It's a motivating, saneifying thing as well, though (ironically : 0-P ). Even thinking I wantneed to bring Bryndel back soon maybe, heh, but I'm going to hold off on that for a little while until I can be more sure of having the time AND after I figure out some IC things for her and...stuff. 3: 0-P

Viceroy is going to be fun to play, I think, meantime. Even if his threads aren't moving quite fast enough for my tastes already. X 0-) Trying not to make/join too many more, though, because I'm trying to be certain not to overload and I do, after all, need to be doing schoolstuff, too, not just posting. <.<;; But yes. Having fun dreaming up stuff for him. And hoping he'll generate a bit of drama in his time, too, lol, which hopefully will be fun to write as well as to read. But we'll see; I'm letting him unfold more naturally, as much as I can. But I also has plans. 3: 0-) Even if they are still tentative and unformed as of yet.


Jul. 30th, 2010 01:17 am
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I know, I know, I keep thinking about the post I need to make here, and then not making it. ;.; I blame school projects and oncoming finals! Yes, it's that time of year again. I'm sorta regretting taking summer classes at all--mainly the psych one, though, I guess, since the animal training class has actually proven QUITE cool and even gave me an excuse to buy the updated version of probably my favorite training book--woot, Don't Shoot the Dog is the cheapest but also the AWESOMEST textbook evar. Although my intro to psychology and psych of human sexuality texts are also pretty good (but more "textbooky" in form), admittedly. X 0-)

In other news, the tempting bait of WWS dangling before me has proved too tasty a lure to resist. I'm still trying to figure out where/what I'm gonna do with Bryndel--her dad's gone, so now I'm eyeing up Sleepy Fox Hollow, Winterheart Forest, Silver Creek, or Mount Firefly as a likely substitute, but I'll probably wait and see where things settles after the Plateau arsonists are finished, heh. *taps fingers* I hope I won't regret this, but I think I won't. RP may be hard to keep up with when school revs up--and if I ever get back to vet school, I'll almost certainly have to quit--but WWS has been a lovely beacon of light in what is still a very dark existence for me right now. I think it may take a combination of my boyfriend, my cat, and the Salvajes to keep me even (somewhat) sane, heh. >.<;; As it is I've been flipping out entirely too much with school, and alarming classmates when I occasionally fail to get ahold of myself in time and come into class crying.

Anyhow, I'm tired now so I'm still not gonna post about the pupperdogs where I just started volunteering. With school I haven't been back yet anyway--might make it there this Sunday, but more likely not. When vacation rolls around for a bit I should hopefully be able to make it there a lot more, but I dunno about when fall semester starts; the time and energy may prove even more difficult to find then.


Jul. 22nd, 2010 02:32 am
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Well, yeah, I'm at boyfriend JP's and online, but I'm so wound up right now that I don't feel up to posting much of an update. Just...aaaahhhh... stress, stress, soooo much stress.

I have people I need to call, and my big psych project and presentation tomorrow. I meant to work more on the latter and get the former done today, but mrah. I think I need to play some computer games instead--and I am not at all joking when I say "need," unfortunately. The tension in my shoulders actually hurts right now.

I think this mill dog rescue volunteering is looking to turn out fairly well, though. I may even switch my classes for the fall around to the campus near there, which is closer than I thought and seems to do a lot of horsey stuff and might have some things that would be good for the "vet school resume" and more of a "fun" class to boot. But I am NOT going to worry about it right now. Probably not even anytime this week, and maybe not next week either. *rubs shoulder* Urgh. Classes are likely to be full up by now anyway--I wish I'd realized that Falcon campus was closer than the downtown and so-far-south-it's-halfway-to-the-next-city campuses much earlier.
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Gwrhfllrbblgwah? Um, yeah. Second day of the mill dog rescue orientation. The cleaning part. Meh, even peppy music's not making me want to get up and move...heh. Hope they're not expecting *peppy* cleaners to arrive this hour of the morning.

Meant to post about the first day of volunteer orientation and stuff before this, but between school nonsense and internet hijinks and everything, didn't quite get to it. (I had a window opened to start, even... then things went BOOM and Bryn got nothing written...eheheh.) Still got my now-delayed psych project and presentation on Thursday, but I'm over-optomistically thinking maybe I'll be on later today after I've taken a nice nap and get other things like blogging accomplished. Hah. Yeah, that'll work... e.e;;

Mom and dad head off to Iceland today for a few weeks' trip. I'm driving them to the airport later and then I'll have a bit of breathing room for a little while...hopefully. The time'll go fast, I'm sure... been thinking about asking a friend to sleep over, maybe even for a few days since she's been having trouble at home, though I still need to broach the subject with my parents. : 0-X But then I'll have more of a regular social outlet and maybe I won't got totally psycho-nutso stuck with just my brother for human company here. (I'd drag the boyfriend up but the lack of internettage and gaming systems would drive him even battier than it has me. X 0-) So I'll probably spend a fair amount of time down where he is, instead, too. Heh heh.)

'Til then, my lonesome, neglected blog. : 0-P


Jul. 16th, 2010 04:30 am
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I am so jazzed that WWS has added a Facebook group, and now a Dreamwidth thingie apparently too. Now if only I could remember my password... X 0-D

I'm laying in bed with some stomach ickiness--funny how the presence (even the online presence) of friends makes me feel a whole lot better anyway. ^^ I wish the stupid internet connection here wasn't so darn unreliable, but the hijinks it was giving me last week have me convinced it's smartest to wait until I have something better before I rejoin my favorite RP board. Last week seemed to be the curse of the computers, actually, all around--my USB drive fried and I lost some of my schoolwork and then the printers went wacko at home AND at the school computer lab AND in the school library. W.T.H. I was already despising this school project for a lot of other reasons, and now this. I am ready to be DONE, I tell you, done!!

Anywho, a bit of breathing space now before we have to present on our topic, and for that I just have to help polish up the essay and whip up some Powerpoints and a speech. Classes this summer are developmental psychology (actually called human growth and development, but same diff) and animal training. I could probably ace the training quizzes with my eyes closed but I'm behind on the actual training part--starting to wonder if maybe I should have gotten slightly older (and thus hopefully less distractable and more mature) rats to train, but ah well. Firethroat and Lightfoot are cute, and a lot better socially than my first rats, who were from a pet shop (but not quite so wonderful as my last rats from a better breeder, to my disappointment. I'm coveting better-bred rats for adoption I see listed online now... almost as much as I'm coveting a new dog).

In any case, it's turning out to be a rather stressful and unrestful summer. Not to mention hot. But it's almost over... and I'm trying not to worry about the larger load of classes I'm supposed to take in the fall. But right now two classes seems more than enough, which feels rather...pathetic. Meh. Ah well. I've still got some health kinks to work out, but one way or another I'm feeling like I need to spend more time on more fun and social stuff, despite the amount of time I do spend harassing my boyfriend (with whom I've been almost a year and a half now...gasp. Very strange to think). Hoping the volunteering stuff I'm starting up tomorrow is going to help with that.

Orientation tomorrow at National Mill Dog Rescue. : 0-) We'll see how it goes. ..and ah, skwerls, I still need to print off my paperwork for that... eep! Time to run upstairs and do so, and maybe grab something to hopefully settle my stomach while I'm at it. ...As soon as I get the purring, attention-starved kitty off of it, anyway. X 0-)


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