ACKGH = not an acronym, but the sound my brain is making at the thought of how much has happened recently/how little, and how impossible it would be to make up for my recent lack of posts RIGHT NOW, before my morning class, when I still haven't "peer reviewed" (ACKGH) a classmate's piece for a children's fiction course.
ACKGH X 10, even.
God. Caffeine is necessary.
...
Okay, I made tea. Ahem.
I went up to the cabin last weekend, which already seems like a hundred years ago, and my dog got stung by a hundred wasps.
I'm guessing at the number, but it made her head swell until she looked like a badly treated pit bill/sharpei with (still) an obscenely swollen head. She also vomited quite a bit, and many calls were made to emergency veterinarians in Victoria, who all told me that she needed a shot of benedryl as soon as possible or she could stop breathing, etc.
So I ended up at a retired doctor's cabin, after more frantic phone calls, and he reluctantly gave her the shot, despite being late for his choir practice and everything. He'd never treated a dog before and seemed terrified that she might turn on him (or both of us) at any time. He kept telling me to hold on to her. But she was very well-behaved, if hideous, and the shot worked.
Her swelling went down slowly. It was insane while it lasted, though. I took photos that I'll post on flickr, because I am cruel and my dog's pain makes me laugh and laugh.
Oh my god, though, school is killing me. I'm loving more than half of it, but there's certainly a killing-me-aspect to the whole thing that I was unprepared for.
I mean, there's always a deadline. ALWAYS A DEADLINE.
I know that's normal for many people, part of life, etc, but I'm special and delicate, and it's driven me to videogames.
At the same time, it's making me write a lot.
Too much, really.
I deserve a nice break.
Hum. Thanksgiving weekend (CDN) coming up, which is nice. It'd be nice if I could get back up to the cabin and watch Happy fall into a giant hole filled with sharks, or whatever, but my parents are going to be there with the English.
That made me sound sort of Amish, didn't it. BEWARE THE ENGLISH, YOUNG JOSEPH. Or whatever. I rented Witness last week because my fiction professor mentioned it, and now I'm sounding Amish and it frightens me.
Oh my god. It's already nine.
What a way to make a living.
9 comments:
That title is NOT OK. For SERIOUS, dude.
Ai teh tai teh tai...
If you think about it, people kinda TURN INTO bees when they are stung by them. They get all irritable and fat. Yep. Just like a bee.
What videogames are you playing?
Okami.
And Shadow of the Colossus for the 12th time, while my cousin watched. All through the ending she was like "What?! What?! Ugh! That's IT? You said there'd be sexy romance!"
Dude, Kim. I'm freaking out right now. Stop blowing my mind with that shit.
you totally said there would be sexy romance so I can never trust you again!
P.S-are you still worried about Simba?
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Worried... about... Simba?
Oh right, I remember.
No, I totally lost interest as soon as you left and didn't finish it.
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