Mice And Random Things
Mice And Random Things
You know how on the Chinese calendar or whatever there’s the Year of the Dragon or Goat or Dog, etc.? This year for me is the Year of the Mouse. I originally had 5 for my psychological experiment that I designed for advanced bio. theory, but three died. Then I just got 2 more the other day from my friend’s experiment (which involved energy drinks), and the one is the most annoying thing ever! I had to divide a cage in half because I have my other ones with the females that I already had in them, and these new ones are males, which means they’re going to be territorial, right? But you’d think they’d be cool with having their own space, not even having to see the other, right? Wrong! The damn crème-colored one that they named Peanut is a major twerp, and purposely found a way to get onto the other side just so he could pick a fight. It’s like, dude, you couldn’t even see the other one, so what the hell’s wrong with you?! Peanut also happens to be extremely emotionally needy, as I found out. I put my hand in to change the water and he started squeaking, and he wouldn’t stop until I picked him up…whereupon he decided that I needed peed on. Damn mouse, he’s such a little lard and reminds me of Cartman. (South Park, anyone?) Nah, I love those disease-infested rodents, though, especially when they run through my walls and chew my limited edition copy of Asylum…that little bitch is dead now…
On another note, school year end today and summer vacation starts tomorrow (yeah, getting surgery on the first day of summer really makes me happy. NOT! Maybe my rich grandparents will pity me and buy me an amp or something. Speaking of amps, if anyone has any that they want to get rid of, or guitar or pedal for that matter, I’m definitely interested because my amp keeps screwing up.) I’m really going to miss my senior friends. Why do people have to get a life? It’s kind of sad when you think about it: we spend 13 years of our childhood going to class, only to continue with an additional 2 or 4 years of college, maybe more if grad school’s involved, and then we spend the rest of our lives working. Speaking of working, I spent from 6 in the evening to 4:45 in the morning typing up that report for advanced bio. theory, and then had to get up at 7 to go to school yesterday. Needless to say, I was kind of out of it for the majority of the day, especially because I normally can’t go to bed until like 2 a.m. every other night (well, technically morning). Insomnia- deprivation of sleep, fuel for brilliance. It was great: I only had to drink pop and two cups of coffee to keep from falling asleep. I hate it when you’re mentally tired but then physically awake. I was really jittery, and I think I’m going to get carpal tunnel if I don’t have it already from playing guitar and having to type a bunch of stuff all the time. (Like these useless blogs, right?) It’s all good: that’s what meds are for.
Whhhaaa! (I’m a wah-wah pedal). Disturbed’s all working on different projects with different people. I actually am glad that they’re getting to do that and such, but it’s just so different. Whatever they do, though, I know each thing will be majorly kick-ass. After all, they wouldn’t disappoint their Disturbed Ones. (Just f.y.i. for anyone that keeps asking what they’re doing, just follow them on Twitter. And while you’re at it, follow me too. HA! I love how online it’s called ‘following’ while everywhere else it’s known as ‘stalking’. “But Mooooom, it’s NOT stalking: it’s like taking Twitter to the streets! Ghetto following…” -me)
Anyways, I hope everyone’s life is filled with happiness and unicorns and such, but also a little sadness and conflict to level it out and make sure you aren’t a pansy. Keep it real, my lovely hoes and bros!
-your Satan Maiden \m/
P.S. I know this is really dumb, but is there a way to access the messages that people send you on here without having to use the email. Because I can’t even follow the link to the messages that I get so people probably think I’m ignoring them, which I’m not. (You’d think I’d know how to work that by now, wouldn’t you? Hey, they’ve changed it like twice since I first joined.) But if you want to chat with me, please just email me using either firstname.lastname@example.org or MaidenOfMalice666@gmail.com .