Archive for December, 2010


Merry Christmas to those of you who celebrate it, and Merry Saturday to all of you who don’t!


My Christmas wish? For everyone to stop hating each other and just coexist in harmony. Failing that? A job would be nice? Maybe this computer part that I’ve had my eye on? I doubt anyone will call me for an interview on Christmas, and no one but my boyfriend knows what computer part it is that I want, and I don’t think he’s getting it for me, because he doesn’t know exactly what part it is.

Then I want my whole family together in happiness. This one i have a shot at. My sister who there has been drama with is coming here to visit, and my sister will be coming back, carrying her dad and his girlfriend with her. We’ll all be together, so maybe happiness will occur? One can hope ๐Ÿ™‚

Hope everyone has a wonderful day, whether it’s a holiday for them or not..


(Note: I don’t celebrate Christmas for religious reasons. I do it ’cause my family does and it’s no worth it to fight about people giving me presents, and seeing them happy about opening presents. Secular Christmas FTW! Peace on earth, goodwill towards all!)


Happy news!

So, first thing is first…barring any more financial aid snafus, I’m going back to school this semester. Woohoo. All settled for sure yesterday. Huzzah!

Secondly, I survived the mouse thing. Ended up giving the males to the pet shop, because definite death in the cage is worse than a potential new owner from the pet shop. And as far as I’m concerned, that’s what happened. Then, later that day, my friend who I had promised females to came by and yoinked the 3 non-momma-or-baby mice I had left. But the next day the babies started crawling around the tank, so all was well. They’re so cute, and ready to be weaned and sexed in the next week or so. There’s a grey-and-white one that I’m really hoping is female so that I get to keep her, because she’s the only one out of both litters who looks like that.ย  And I found out that if you take mice to petco and specify that they’re pet mice, they’ll keep them for people wanting pet mice, so there will be less angst when I have to part with this crop of boys. My mom loves the two mice I gave her and my sister so much that they’re thinking of yoinking two more over break ๐Ÿ™‚

I’m takingย  the GRE on December 23rd. It costs $160 dollars for the general, and supposedly lasts 4 HOURS. I mean, that’s probably in SAT hours, so I’ll be done much sooner, but I’ll still have to sit there until the 4 hours is up. It appears to be a more beast version on the old SAT (the one that went up to 1600, not the one that goes up to 2400)…but they’re updating it for next year’s applicants. So while normally the GRE is good for 5 years or so, mine is good for one. Bleh. But a relative donated the GRE money for this go at it, so huzzah!

Still no luck on the job hunt,ย  but being able to apply for on-camus jobs widens the pool, which can’t hurt ๐Ÿ™‚

Anyways, it’s cold in the room I’m sitting in. I’m going to go watch a movie in the other, warmer, room. It’s Up! tonight. Looks cute, and boyfriend, who has seen it before, says it is, so hopefully this’ll be a good one!

I don’t know how coherent and understandable this post will be. I’m under a lot of emotional stress right now, and am actually sobbing as I write this. Normally, when I’m sobbing, I like to go lay down.

Last night, I found the males hiding on the female side of the tank…and I figured out how they were climbing, so I moved the water bottle they had been using, and put them back on their side…

Asmodean decided he didn’t like them there, and started terrorizing them. I thought he was just being a dick, like he almost always is…he has a tendency to bite me with no good reason (I have reason to believe he might be trying to play, though…) and he tries to rape other mice who are seriously trying to run away (I don’t use the word rape lightly…that’s seriously what it looked like…)…but then the two little ones started in on each other too! ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

So, basically, my male mice are all trying to kill each other. I can’t afford another tank. I can barely afford to feed the little squeakers as it is… but this is rough. Either let them kill each other, to take them to the pet store to be snake food…I’m pretty sure Asmodean is a bit too big to be snake food though. But if there’s a big snake…but yeah. I don’t know what to do with them. Which is worse…possible death or mutilation of the mice by the mice, or possible death by snake? Of course, it could also end up with possible loving home by person…if I take them to the pet store, that is what I shall convince myself…

I can’t handle the squeaks of pain. At least two of them, if not all three of them, are going to the pet store…..and I’m going to recheck the females for balls, because if there are still males there, I’ve got to get them gone now too. I can’t have mice killing each other. I can’t handle the squeaks of pain. And I can’t handle doing this again, if I discover males….and oh god, what am I going to do when the babies are old enough…I’ll have to get rid of the males, again, I guess. No pregnancy woes, I guess. It’s sad, because I prefer the males. They play more, are more interested in exploring if you get them out of the tank…I gave two of them to my little sister, and they like climbing up her shirt and hanging out on her shoulder. Mousie parrot, she calls it.

I named them while I was at my mom’s for Thanksgiving. Ishamael and Sammael, in keeping with the Asmodean trend (All were named after Forsaken from the Wheel of Time books). Now they have names I have to say goodbye to…..

What a horrible day it’s going to be…

Pale Blue Dot
Earth, as viwed from Voyager 1

“We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity — in all this vastness — there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It’s been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

-Carl Sagan


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