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Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown

Bonnie passed away yesterday. Apparently it was just old age, and she went peacefully and Gypsie stayed with her.
Thanks for all the good times Bon. I won't forget you.

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I just have to say here and now, for the future when I will look back and read this only to say "how amusement!," that a 2TB harddrive is a hilariously gargantuan thing. It's like a shoe that's so big, that an old lady lived in it because she had so many children she didn't know what to do. TWO TERRABYTES. You could practically fit a whole person in that. If you chopped them up reeeal small.

Yeah I don't know what I'm on either. But I doubt it's any good. In fact it's probably nothing. And we all know that's not worth the effort.
I had a dream last night that I wrote a book, and it was turned into a movie. And Silent Bob style, I was in it as a small anecdotal character. Then I was on the red carpet in this amazing hooped skirt corset dress that Into Camelot used to sell, and I told some hip hop guy that I wouldn't go out with him because contrary to popular opinion, not everybody wants to jump his bones. Then I met Johnny Depp, and told him that I liked his work. Then he said that he would like a part in my next movie. Then I told a reporter that I wasn't interested in helping sick children or housing the homeless, that what I really wanted to do with my countless millions was to build a Flotilla of tall ships and sail the sea, fighting mock sea battles. I said that homeless kids could help build them if they wanted, but that they wouldn't be paid if they screwed up. Or if they didn't. Then I laughed and went to a coffee shop with Johnny Depp and Cate Blanchett and talked about how I didn't want to buy Prada sunglasses and that whaling is stupid and Britney Spears isn't fat. Then I woke up.

It's a funny thing. I feel really morose and  quite  self pitying most of the time at the moment. But it is making me sleep better. Isn't that odd? The worst thing is that I've had no interest in playing games, and I can practically feel my WoW subscription trickling away into nothingness. Is it a good thing? Not really, I wanted to acutally reach a decent level at some point in time, I have been playing this game for two years so I'd like something to come of it. Sure. I'm never going to have a Swift Netherdrake, or a Merciless Netherdrake or whatever they're called. But I'd like to have some kind of flying dragon thing. Bonnie understands me. She looks at me with those wisened Fox Terrier eyes and she says nothing. Which is exactly why I want to spend time with her. She asks no questions, offers no empty comforts. She doesn't say "so you failed, no big deal, you're still young." she doesn't say "maybe you can appeal" "maybe you can do a summer studio" "maybe you can do a supplementary assignment." She doesn't say anything, and that's what I want. She doesn't think about it either. She is an endless well of hugs and quiet contemplation. Her face is amazingly contemplative, for a dog's. Especially in contrast to Gypsie, who wouldn't know "quiet contemplation" if it came right up to her and stole the pig's ear right from between her jaws, with their shiny white fangs. Bonnie doesn't do anything undignified any more - her tail doesn't wag madly in the breeze unless she's not seen me in a while, or I'm carrying something she deems truly delicious. It's a casual "wag. wag." "thud. thud." She is casual in her happiness to see me. And she follows me wherever I go. Somehow she knows when I want lots of hugs and cuddles, and when I would rather just be by myself. And it's not just a matter of I tell her to go away, or I call her over. She just knows. Plus she really likes sleeping on my bed, and I only let her do that if she doesn't move off've her blanket, which I put on top of the doona. She sneaks one paw off've her "mat" and onto the covers. I pretend not to notice. But she's learnt she can't get much more than that over the imaginary line. In fact, I might go get her now. She has a little cave like bed she likes to sleep in too. She watches me type from it, and seems to think it all some kind of ridiculous fancy. I will miss her. But she is not allowed to die. She mothers Gypsie, who watches out from under her careful licking with a baleful eye. She is no lady, the puppy. A cheeky little devil (black face, black heart), perhaps, but certainly not the classy dignified dame that Bonnie has always been.

Stream of conciousness? Maybe. I can't remember what that really is. But I just wrote what I was thinking.
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Live the life you've imagined.
(If any of the TOM girls remember, that's a quote from a card from Socrates.)

Going to go pick up/check on little Greyface (Bonnie) very soon. Trepidation, much.

In other news, I am having far too much fun drawing up elevations for Studio. Two questions arise:

1. Something must be wrong with me, to feel such serenity and happiness while spending this whole beautiful day indoors bent over an A2 sheet of cartridge paper

and

2. Why didn't I feel this 2 weeks ago when the assignment started, rather than when I have 3 days (and counting!) to finish it?




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This guy friended me on Flickr, I was assuming, for my Fox Terrier photos (I couldn't think of any other reason, considering we don't even speak the same language), but then I saw this photo and then I thought "maybe it's because his dog and my dog are practically identical."

That photo is of his dog, Milo (apparently now sadly deceased :().
This, for those of you who don't know her face by memory, is a photo of my Bonnie.
The resemblance is pretty uncanny.
Uncanny, I say!

I got a desk lamp today. Glorious! Glorious! So much light!
In hindsight, maybe that's why I've been finding doing drawings for uni more pleasing than usual. Appropriate lighting, hooray!!
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Bonnie is in dogget hospital now. Is having operations. :/
I'm a bit worried about her.
But I'm sure she'll be fine.


Gypsie is asleep on me lol
ithika: (crying face)
Ha, I was reading my old journal (no, not this journal. This one's not - thank god - on the internets) and I used to be such a hilarious Emo!kid. It really was pretty funny. I wonder if I'd like myself now, that me that wrote those angsty journal entries and shocking goth!poetry. You know, I think I wouldn't, because I wasn't quite as clever and non-conformist as I thought I was, and of course wearing colours makes you dumb in the head, so I would likely have dismissed myself for a fool before realising it was me. Or something. Ha! Yeah. I don't have regrets, however. And I don't know, I think I actually was wearing stuffs because I liked it, and I still do. Goth fashion is pretty awesome looking. But it's frightfully expensive, and I actually like, you know, colour, - yes, pastels - and, well, I don't care where I get the clothes I like from, or how many other people like/own it. Why should I? The only time I'd care if everyone else had my clothes is if it was a ball dress at the same ball as me. That would suck. Or if it was my black top with buckles on the sleeves. <3. Okay, so there are a few clothes that I'd be annoyed if I was suddenly surrounded by imitations/copies/whatever. Actually, no, I'd tollerate it, becasue it would mean I could buy replacement-backup copies. Like my black top -it's getting a bit thin, I'd like to get a replacement but I don't think it's going to happen. :( And my awesome patchy jeans. I've never seen them anywhere. But I do heart Face Off! Clothings. But yeah, um. I don't care where I get stuff from or how many people like it. If I like it, I like it, if I don't, I don't. Same with musics. I don't understand how things are less good if they are more liked. O_o. Oh well.

!! They are playing so many old awesome songs from my childhood on the radio today.

I don't like the family version of The Amazing Race. It's not as amusing as lover-spats. :(

My room is now officially clean (unless you look in the wardrobes/box >_<)

Love me, love me, say that you love me (It's been so long since I heard this song)

Cleaning my room was strangely... good. I don't know. Maybe I'm -gasp- growing up or something. Anyway, I need a much bigger bookshelf. I want a really nice dark wood, tall and slightly narrower bookshelf. One of the planky ones. Yes. My current one is nice I suppose, but I've had it since before I could read, although that said it must be pretty good because only one shelf has bowed. Hmm. I should really put the other shelf back on my student desk now that I'm not using it for my computer - I could use the shelf space. On that note, I know [livejournal.com profile] penchaft wanted some of my Animoprphs books, but all I can remember that you wanted was The Elimist Chronicles. They are all free to a good home,and I have a cool set of animorphs bookends too, if you want it. I have 1-25-6-7ish, and then I have two or three 30-somethings. Some of them are somewhere safe at the moment, because I was reading them and I don't remember where I put them. They are, however, in a safe place. I would have had a whole lot of other books up for grabs / buys but I'm too weak to let them go just yet.
I discovered that I have a surprising number of novels on King Arthur/Merlin, and this interests me. By far the best of these is The Winter King, by some guy. I can see it right now, it's big and red and courtesy of the Discard Bookshop, but I can't be bothered getting up to grab it... hm. Maybe when I finish my current book (Thatcher's suggestion of Ice Station) I'll re-read it.

In other news, I'm annoyingly sick. :( This makes me all angry and stuff inside, since I hate being sick on the holidays. All the dust probably didn't help, but I was determined to get it done by today. So, bleargh.

[livejournal.com profile] lone_one, when will you be in suburbia until, and how urgently do you want your Stargate stuff back? Don't worry, it's perfectly safe 'n stuff, I just want to know when to get it back to you. Also, when I gives them back would I be able to get back my Belgariad books? I'm fairly sure you were the one that had them...? I'm missing, er, Pawn of Prophecy and, um. The second one. I don't remember if you had both of them O_o I hope you did. No worries if you don't though, so don't fret or whatever, because it's not your fault :P
On that "messages for the Paladine Danica" note, we should really finish our Arinellen and Ithika exchange, because I was reading it before and recalling how fun it was.

Ithika is level 31 now! I leveled twice in one day, I was pretty proud. Rest XPs are the bomb. I'm going to try try try to get to 60 by Burning Crusade launch, which I think is Jan 16. The day after my Mum's birthday. Ooo.

Took Bonnie for a walk to get some air and (attempt) clear my head (of dust). She's so funny. The people who used to work at the Half Price Pottery shop (which is also no longer there) used to call her "Happy Legs." I think it's an apt nickname for little greyface.

Rargh, I want to buy lots of new, summery clothes, but I don't have the dollars. Plus I want to buy chrissie pressies early, so must savea da money. How sad is it that WA Salvage is closing down? I wonder if Luigi just wants to retire, because it shoudn't be a money thing, because they're a part of Bunnings. Did you know he's a really successful opera singer? Surprising, wot.

Oh god phonebill.

The government gave me my free monies ($200, just under 2 week's pay - tax return, by the way), so at least I'm a little ahead for christmas shopping.

O____O there is a dead fly on my windowsill. The nerve.

I think that's all.

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