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Poor Mocha hates his collar. Ergh. Poor me, trying to get him used to it so I can walk him.

We've done so much over the last few days. I am entertaining guests that are quite lovely, and they have been here a week. We've traversed all over Canberra, I went to the zoo, a fairly big selection of museums, the art gallery, a dinosaur exhibit, a large garden full of miniatures... it's been a lot of fun.



I went to NSW with my housemate and a guest, and watched them get tattoos.



I can't wait for classes.

Mocha has this thing going where he drinks his kitten milk as I pour it for him.

He generally ends up coated in milk.



Silly kitten.

Being around a teenager makes me glad to be a mature, level-headed and analytical adult.

I got a gift from my boyfriend today, one of the most thoughtful things ever. It's so beautiful.

I was quite overwhelmed and ended up crying.

First edition, hardcover, signed and a quote written in, my favourite book ever.



Wow. Seriously, wow.

My brain is telling me "I told you so!". Haha.



I sat up a long time with housemate, last night. I was pretty flipping worried about her, but she's fine this morning, and she... profusely apologised. She was very sick afterwards, so... I feel... even. She signed for a parcel I got (*SQUEE*), plus she didn't make any noise when she got up and tried to go to work, so I slept beautifully. I am assuming this was a one-off - not the beautiful sleeping, but the sitting-up-consoling, since it was a situation that will very rarely be able to present itself again.



I need to clean and do laundry, but... I just can't find the motivation.

Holy eff. We walked over 5 miles today, which was... tbh, not far enough, but a decent amount. I wish for better shoes and socks. Ah well.

It was a decent walk, and interesting, because we ended up in a whole new suburb of the city.

I have amazing blisters. One of them is covering the side of my biggest toe, and it's just... amazing.

I don't have much to complain about, I don't have much to look forward to - I am quietly waiting, quietly living, for the time being.

I don't think I 'lost my way', I think I was a little overwhelmed with worry about a few things, and I am now finding a balance. The situation hasn't changed - oh no - but I am dealing with it in a better way, I think.



My kitten is growing so quickly. He's adventurous, clever and agile, curious, cautious and quick. I utterly adore him.



He's been growing more independent, which hurt me a little bit at first. When I first got him, he was so tiny, 5 weeks old, starving and most likely only a week or so from death. He was that thin. I was terrified he would die, for the first month. He was so fragile.

When he got over his fear of me (took about 3 days), he was so needy, so demanding, and I was (and still am) always ready to help him, whether he needed warmth, attention, food, sleep or play. I was waking up at midnight to feed him, and it was perfectly fine. I couldn't bear to force him to sleep in his little box, all alone, so he slept with me from nearly day 1. He still sleeps with me, every night, and tbh, I don't mind at all.



Now he romps around the house, all adorable and boisterous, and it makes me so happy.

He's 12ish weeks old, climbing screen doors and windows, sitting on windowsills and chirping at birds, chewing everything and getting into things he shouldn't.



He got out of the house a few days ago, which was fucking terrifying. A door had been left open, and I called him, and he didn't come. I couldn't hear him (he usually chirps to me in response), went into my housemate's room and the door was wide open. I called kitten again, and he was just sitting next to the door, outside.



Scared me. Ugh. I checked him all over to make sure he was okay (he is fine), and then hugged him for a while.



He is sleeping on the lounge, directly behind me, because he can't get on my lap. I think I will take my snuggly little cupcake to bed now.

Someone was letting off firecrackers, about 15 minutes ago. It's nearly 2am. It scared mah kitten. Woke mah housemate up. I am not all that impressed.





Tomorrow I want to go for a walk, although I have been wanting to go for a jog for a few weeks now. I don't have jogging shoes. Ugh. I want to go for a run so badly that I am considering going to the field near my house and jogging barefoot. It'd be better than nothing... only, I'm worried I'll step on a needle or something, which isn't an unrealistic fear considering there is fools playing with firecrackers at 1.30am.

*huff*



I am going Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve. I need to buy my housemate something.

Ach.

I double-bleached my hair today. It was an interesting process. It stunk. I broke a blind.

Shit.

I passed an entrance exam a few days ago, with flying colours. The exams are being introduced nation-wide (the same one I did), because Australia's apparently number 40-something in the world-wide ranking of mathematics skills. I got "above average", which is actually SCARY - if I got above average in math, that is a bad goddamn sign. Seriously. Mathematics is my worst subject. I've always found it ridiculously complicated (did you see what I did there?).

If I am getting "above average"... jesus christ.



I got the highest 'range' possible (band 5) in English, which was expected, to be honest.



They said many nice, flattering things, and they also cut a third off of my nursing course.

Woo.



I am pleased.

I feel like all my muscles in my back are being pulled too tightly.

Wow.

It's a weird and incredibly bad feeling.

I sat up for hours, consoling people and playing with Mocha.



My back... ugh.

I will try stretch out my legs and back tomorrow morning, and do some hardcore yoga, blocks and straps and all.

Makes me sad when someone has been on VR for 8 years and they STILL don't know how to resize images.

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xXxPaynexXx
07:04 Dec 10 2014

It just makes me cranky.

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I called a store to see about their piercings, and they didn't know the anatomical name for the place I wanted the piercing in. Jesus Christ. At least know the correct names for the piercings you are doing, and not just the shitty nicknames.



Also, I don't usually judge my piercers, but when someone's replies consist of "yeah-nah"... I will not be getting a piercing from them, ever.