Sometimes things happen.

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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.

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!!

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 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.

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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