Makio makes the best faces

SUNDAY EVENING: *surf surf surf the net*, *catch up on CFUD, facebook, studivz*, *read fic*, *open a bunch of tabs to reply to posts and people* --->eventual discovery that ADSL REBELLLLLLLLED and was dead D:<

MONDAY: *woken up at 5.30am to get ready to go into town with Dad and Sue*, *breakfast at the Hotel w/ Dad, reading newspaper and subsequent almost zombieish behaviour until leaving at 10am due to lack of sleep the previous night*
THEN: *MEETUP WITH PATTY (BIRTHDAY GIIIIIIRL), GINGER and their friends Ploy and Linn!*, *AWESOMENESS and delish crepes at Crepe and Co.*, *MAD ASIAN PHOTOSESSIONS OF GLEE!!!*, *shoppping in Siam and spending 1000 baht on earrings oops*, *getting to hear delicious RIS reminiscence dramamarama by Patty and Linn, jeeebus christ, my crap is positively tame in comparision!*
EVENTUALLY: *home, dinner, DEAD TIRED and in bed before twelve, no internet*

WHICH BRINGS US TO TODAY! :D
Got to sleep in! Play some more PS2 games, have broken in Okami(SO PRETTY and eee AMMY), Guitar Hero 2 and Guitar Hero Rocks the 80's so far, and its been a blast! GH is totally playable even without the fake guitar and I am loving all of the songs and generally getting my rock on. Must see about buying Persona 3 and Bully the next time I'm in MBK~
Was browsing through some old picture albums here as well, oh my dear magic sticker collection! And the notes I made to some of the albums! How tiny and youngish we all were, hach~ Looking at the 9th grade upwards pics kind of reminded me of how I diiiiidn't really feel comfortable in class after La, Angie and Frank left, though. I mean, Kat was still there for a bit of course, but in a different class and that meant that solo class excursions with rooming with Tanja and Maew were always a bit ehh. Oh man... I bet one day we're gonna have a class reunion and everybody's gonna be all YAY and HI and totally over things and I will still be forever holding onto my kind of grudge against Tanja and Sven G (to some extent). I mean, we had some fun times, sure, but way to make me feel really shitty and boring and unnecessary in class sometimes, guys :/ Lol and this actually figures onto how I see the 12er sometimes, it's all yay and fun, but mostly I get that all class mixing aside, they're their class and I'm not and when it comes to it we're not really friends that will be in contact for a long time. Sure there's facebook and random studivz, but even there I never talk to Julie or Stoffel anymore. Jo gets the guy-communication failure redemption and Kathy is basically the only one I talk to every now and then. Ahhh.

WHICH is why I am all the more grateful for Kat and La and co, and the uni peeps. I feel valued! And loved! And all that jazz with them, yay :)

...AND HOW DID THIS POST END UP VEERING INTO EMOLAND O SHIT
RRAR.

Fannish links and such later!

Please allow me to FREAK THE FUCK OUT this very moment

So here I was, surfing away on the net in the living room, chilling like a villain, the dog also asleep nearby. I get up, heading towards the kitchen when I see that the dog is 'biting' his tongue and letting a bit stick out, as is his wont sometimes. But upon closer inspection the bit of tongue is a bit tinged with what seems to be a bit of blood. I go 'D:' and stroke him a bit, as he seems to be awake and normal. I get up to continue to the kitchen, only to turn around when I hear scrabbling sounds to see Nero in the beginnings of a full blown epileptic fit.
RAN up the fucking stairs yelling for Dad to wake up and come down and do something, as I was freaking the fuck out. I mean, it looked disturbing and like the dog was about to die in any minute-- he had wet himself, and was convulsing and foaming at the mouth and making these awful choking noises and....

...but in the end Dad managed to pull the dog through it and it was time for clean up and a collective staring at Nero with dismay, as it apparently has been happening quite often. Yesterday in fact, something I seemed to have overslept and two or so times a few months ago. I still remember the first time this started, too, a day or so before I left for Wien and was still up at nearly 5AM when I heard these weird thumping noises and got my first eyeful of Nero like that.


I hope he will be okay. I hope the pills Dad has for him will work. I hope he won't die or anything, because he is still 'only' seven years old. I mean, yeah that isn't exactly young but dogs can live up to a minimum of 10 years, right? It's been kind of quietly disturbing me that I can actually start to see signs of him aging, the marks around his eyes, the fact that the underside of his snout is starting to grey, random streaks of white in his otherwise brilliantly black fur... And now he's just looking at me and I am kind of afraid to leave him out of my sight and go up eventhough that is better so that he can calm down and sleep again but.


:(

The intended post shall be posted some other time, sorry.