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Before I get to the meat of my entry, the baby lizard died.  Poor thing... T_T

In other news, I FINALLY talked to my roomie!  YAY!!!  She seems really nice.  Actually, she reminds me a lot of Gojyo, in that she's kinda down-to-earth (as she kept describing herself) and seemed rather nicey-nice.  She also has a southern accent like Gojyo, too.  She said that she was athletic, but not a preppy athletic person like my sister (who denies all claims of such).  Haha, it's kinda funny... she has a twin brother, too!  And like me, she's the older of the two!  Man, twins somehow always gravitate to each other.  Doesn't mean that they always get along, but they do gravitate towards each other.  I have known sooooooo many twins.  And who knows... maybe "twinness" sticks out in my mind because I am a twin, and others are not.  But yeah... twins do seem to gravitate to each other.  We're both not really TV people, so probably no TV.  I told her that I'm kinda goth, and she was cool with it.  And I'm cool with the fact that she's athletic without being preppy.  We're both open minded, which is good.  She dated a black guy (which is like... HORROR in her town!), and I fit into so many unlikeable categories (vegetarian, sh er, goth, intellect, skinny, choir-nerd) that I'm definitely pretty open minded.  It's like... she's pretty laid back, so that's cool, and I've probably either heard it all, or my feelings are so extreme that, even if I haven't been in your situation, I've probably felt whatever you're feeling, anyway, so that's cool.  Or in other words, she's down with it, and you won't surprise me.  And ya know, that's how it should be.  I hate people who get so uptight.  I wanna go to some of the school's Christian groups totally gothed out and see what they do.  If they're actually non-judgemental, then I might join.  If they're judgemental, then I'll just laugh at them.  But yeah... she seems nice, so it's all nice.  Lol.

Poor Nuada.

Ooh, and quote of the day:

"OMG!!!  I can train my chickens with these!"

Reason:  we keep these chicken flavoured dog training treats by the register.  One of the other cashiers reported a lady walking up and saying that.  I laughed so hard that I cried, when I heard that.  ^^;;;

EDIT:  Well, Anais and I are trying to get that old band idea up and started.  Our tenative name for it is "Amarynthia" (an epithet of Artemis).  We already have two songs... but Anais doesn't know about the second song, yet, so it might not even fly.  It took me an hour to write and compose, which is REALLY fast for me!  I think it's cause I started mostly with the music and then the words just came.  The two songs are currently titled "Stereotype" (the one that Anais wrote the words and I wrote the music), and "Iron Maiden" (I did it all because it just came into my head =P ).  Yes... but here's the current band line up:

Singers:  Anais (soprano), Pippin (alto)

Guitar:  ???

Keyboard:  Hakkai

Bass:  My dorkey bro... maybe.

Drums:  ???

So you see what we're needing: guitar and drums!  Dang, I wish I had that old drumset so that someone could practise on it!  Lol, I'd be drums, but then I can't hold a beat very well.  A simple 4/4 beat is hard for me!  As for guitars, I may be able to rig something up for the person who wants to play...

Well, feedback! 

EDIT:  Haha, Hakkai... first, I have to figure out what key I wrote them in.  I think that I wrote "Stereotype" in the keys of Bb and G, but I'm not positive.  Heck, I don't even know if the other two (yeah... TWO!  Wrote another one, this morning!) are going to fly or not.  My uh... second song to have written, third to have composed is called "Still Love Me", and is my sap song, because everyone needs a sap song.  It's kinda personal, though (it mentions my depression, sh, and thought life), so that one may REALLY not fly, cause I'd have to fit Anais in there, somewhere.  Ah, oh well.  I'm gonna go figure out what keys I wrote them in, now...;;;  Stupid half-tones!  It'd be easy if it wasn't for them!  (haha, we'd all be in the key of C if it wasn't for them! ^^;; )

EDIT (AGAIN!!!):  "Iron Maiden" is in the key of F because the only flatted notes are Bs, and "Still Love Me" is in the key of C because the only notes that were flatted were A and B, which doesn't make sense, or the only ones that were sharped were G and A, which still makes no sense.  [siiiiiiiighs]  Now, I gotta figure out how to compose chords.  Oh JOY...

EDIT:  Did it.  Dunno how good they are, but I'll get back to you, Hakkai, after Friday.  Okay?

AAAHHHHH!!! I WANT HIIIIIIIIM!!!  OMG, HE'S SOOOOOOOO KYOOT!!!  Now, the downside; he's paralysed in three limbs, poor guy.  He's been in our sick room, and we're going to adopt him out because there's no way that we can sell him.  I've been helping to take care of him, and ya know... when you start taking care of something, you kinda grow attatched to it.  Especially when you give it a name.  Ooh, that's the worst!  When it gets a name, you've officially gotten attatched to it.  I've named him "Nuada", after a character in Irish mythology who was the king of the gods.  He got his hand chopped off in battle (the first paralysed limb that I noticed was his arm) and as a result, lost his god-like standing.  He got a silver hand to replace that hand.  Dian Cecht (dee-ON KET), the healer god, fashioned for him a silver hand, so he's often known as "Nuada the Silver-handed. Later on,  Dian Cecht's son gave him his old hand back, good as new.  Dian Cecht was so infuriated that his son upstaged him that he killed his son by splitting him in two with his sword.  Whoops.  Moral of the story:  keep your limbs if you wanna be in high power, and stay away from Dian Cecht when he's feeling inferior.  Yeah.  But awww... the baby bearded dragon is sooooo kyoot!  So far, the only thing that I've fed him is medicine to make him eat, but others at work have handfed him crickets and such.  Now, he keep soaking himself in his little tub o' water.  He seems to like it, because I took him out of it thinking that he shouldn't be there, and then he forced himself to crawl back in there.

Lol... last thing that I'm buying for myself over the summer, I promise!  I finally got black nail polish, MWAHAHAHA!!!  Ooh, and I also got my roomie's name.  Lol, I really can't give the name online, but her name sounds very... uhm... American.  Listening to her answering machine and little sister, I'd venture to say that she's white.  Whoo, so this will either scare the jeepers creepers out of her, or she'll think that I'm cool.  Or, like a good person, she won't care.  What would be REALLY funny is if she's really really stereotypical baptist and she thinks that I'm a stereotypical goth/punk and starts trying to "save" me from my "satanic" ways.  I'd be kinda miserable cause I'd be kinda lonley, still, but I'd be laughing all the way.

EDIT:  Eh, now that I've started to think about it... keeping that poor thing alive is almost cruel.  I actually handfed it today, and it took it nearly 30 minutes to eat two crickets, as if it took all of the poor thing's energy to eat.  I mean, if we HAVE to adopt it out, fine, I'd like it, but I can't take it.  I'd be willing to help it out with its special needs.  However, it won't fit in my dorm room, especially not when it's a grownup.  BUT... the poor thing's suffering.

In other news, an honest-to-God conversation my manager had, today:

Manager:  Train your dog at Petco!  How may I help you?

White Trash Man (WTM):  Yeah... my neighbour done did moved out and left a newt or an anole or a gecko or something, and I don't know what it eats.  I've been giving him fruits and vegetables, but it won't eat none of that.  It's been eating these roaches, but we're spraying for them, so what does it eat after the roaches are gone?

Manager:  ... Crickets.

WTM:  Ooh, okay.  Where can I get me some of those?

Manager:  We sell them.

WTM:  How much?

Manager:  7 or 9 cents apiece.

WTM:  Ooh, so I can get ten for like... a dollar?

Manager:  Yes.

WTM:  Thanks!

EWWWWW!!!  Okay, actually, I made the girl who wanted it pick it up, but I had to push it along with my nails.  [shivers]  At first, when I tried to get it to go to the girl, of course it had to start climbing the wall of it's cage, so I held the lid to where if it tried to climb out, I could corral it.  Then, she finally got it into her hand and put it into the box.  Unfortunately, it had a hard time going into the box, so the girl's mom finally gave me a paper towel to knock the stupid thing into the box.  [shivers] Ew... nightmaaaaaaaaares!!!  BLEH!!!

In other news... gee, Aurajen, I think you were on break when I tried to go over to Target, lol.  I was there for about five minutes (8:10-8:15) and I couldn't find you.  I was waiting for my mom, so I figured that I could walk over there and see if I could find you and scream about touching a spider, lol.  Guess not.  Also, thank you for the warning about the spending.  I'll keep that in mind.  That's why I'm not spending anything again until my next paycheck, at least, and probably not until I start back to school.  FYI, Anais, I figure that maybe a good meal to have at least while I'm in classes from 9-2:30 is a lettuce-cheese-tomato sandwhich on wheat.  Healthy, easy to make, and I can hide it in a bag and eat it in between Greek and Latin.

[sighs] My lesbian manager at Petco thinks that I got a hickie.  Yeah, because I got a rather nasty looking scar on my wrist shortly after I got the arm injury that I was ranting about several entries ago, and I was keeping it hidden with the bandage that I was using for my arm... of course, the arm injury was better by about the afternoon of the day after I got it.  Whoops.  After I started walking out of the van, my mom had told me, "Remind me after you get off that I want to look at your arm."  Nice intentions, Mom, but at the WRONG time!  So naturally, I panicked and asked everyone in the store, even the guys, if they had any makeup.  My manager found out about this and accused me of getting a hickie.  I asked her how I could get a hickie if I didn't have a boyfriend.  She responded with, "you don't need a boyfriend to get a hickie."  I'm guessing that that means one of two things; either she's talking about a one night stand, or a girlfriend, as she's lesbian.  As Anais put it, there's not a sweatdrop big enough to cover that one.  Yeah.  Well, I'm not going to tell her where the scar is, nor how I got it.  There are some things that still need to be kept sacred, nowadays.

Ooh... lol, and according to Anais, her mom says that I'm "starting to look like one of those creepy kids from Hot Topic."  Rock on!  I'm the bad influence, for once! XD

And FYI, I have asked off for the week of the 20th, soooooo... yeah. ^^;;

Oy... last night, I almost moved out of the house to go live on the streets.  Smart, Pip, REALLY AWFULLY SMART! (lol, Will said this morning, "Em, that was STUPID!")  Gads, why am I so freaking retarded when I'm angry?  Alright, here's the low-down; I was on the compy with Raejin, when my mom came in and yelled at me because I hadn't cleaned out the kitty can in a loooooong time (not my fault!  Nothing to clean them out with!)  So, I grabbed a walmart bag and proceeded to clean it out, including the mat outside of the kitty box because there was pee and cat litter all over it.  Then, as I was washing my hands, already well aware that we had to go to walmart to go get more kitty litter, my mom said, "Gee, I can't wait until you get your own house and see how you keep it," and then as she turned around, I started rolling my eyes.  She caught it and asked, "What's that look for?" several times as I just shot her a defiant look of evilness.  Then, she said, "Because if you don't like living here, you can move out!"  Well, that's all I needed!  I started packing a bag of essentials, along with my purse, and I planned on Will dropping me off by Petco so that I could be near my work and go... sleep in the grass, or something.  Then, my dad had a talk with me and calmed me down, SOME... had to fall asleep to be fully calm, though.  I was pissed.  And stupid.  I've been like that, lately, and my dad says that I get it from him.  [shrugs]  Whatever floats his boat.

Moving on... I am TOO a horrible spender (my mom said that I wasn't...).  I spent about $30 at payless for shoes and a purse (HELLO KITTY OMFG YAAAAAAAY!!!), $50 at Hot Topic (an Emily the Strange wrist band, a kewlio looking shirt that looks almost kinda... vampiric AND ON CLEARANCE, fishnet stockings, and BUTTONS!!!), and $20 at Earthbound (Three necklaces, two to replace my dolphin necklace, a coin bag because I desperately need one for my new purse, and more buttons!).  Yeah.  Well, I have like... $1300 in the bank.  I'm not about to be worried about it going away, any time soon, but I'm not about to spend a lot any time soon, anyway.  I'm done, for awhile, especially since I've FINALLY gotten myself another wristband and fishnets!  YAY!  And now, I'm not allowed to buy myself anything until my b-day rolls around and I have to buy my own present... >.>;;; 

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