ME

The little blackie kitten died =( I was quite upset. She was extremely beautiful. However, mum has allowed the little tabby cat and doesn't care if it's a boy!! Jack gets to name an animal at last!

I am in bed with H_____. We are firey hot lesbians and this pleases me somewhat. That is why we are up so late, waiting until her parents are out.

It's not true. I'm afraid. =(. We're actually waiting for the effin olympics to show some effin equestrianism at a human being time!

Bad Olympics! BAD! ¬_¬.

So. Yes.

We have now explored most of the bridleways in the area. Today was crazy. The best trec ever! We met noone. A few cars while we stopped to look at our colour-coded map (we've marked what bridleways are good, bad, gate-ey...etc.) And ate BNs! WOOOHOOOO!!!

H____ is reading a book. I'm undressing her with my eyes.

Joking. She wishes. I'm just trying to give you an insight into my life. However, there are many boring holes in my life.

I have started writing a novel. Romance. I think the immense irony in me writing a book to do with lust and sex and love is generally hilarious, but perhaps irony cannot be perceived in writing that turns you on. After all, it looks like a lot of stuff I've read, except with better grammer and less spelling and punctuation mistakes.

I have been suffering mild bursts of OCD this week. I have done many things that are not normal. For example:
*Cleaned H____'s room while living in it
*Cleaned H____'s tack to a time-consuming crazyness
*Looked to deeply into romance writing

Last night I had a pleasant dream. Loz and I were doing flying changes on every stride, skipping eleglantly in the centre of a school.
Lush dream.
I even saw myself teaching him how. THAT would take a long time.

Perhaps I will create another blog with each chapter of my "novel".
I shall keep posted.

xx

Today, as Hingry's last day, we went on the ride that I did with Bobbs t'other day. Long and lots of walking. Even the rain did not ruin it! I am very proud of Hingry. She came on Sunday afternoon. On Sunday we went for a ride, and I led her almost the whole way. Then, on Monday, we went a little further and, though she had a leadrope attatched, I only needed it to pull Bobby away from grass a couple of times. Today, however, Hingry went the entire distance on her own. We did some trotting and stuff and all went smoothly, despite a couple of irritating drivers.

Seriously, they should all go die. How dare they be such spoil sports!

But yeh, wonderful!

Hingry is on the train right now, on the way home . I shall miss her. It s strange being alone again, but then I have the kittens and all the rest of the animals. Talking of which, we are trying to book Moley dog for a clip. He has very long hair and it smells and he has fleas. We want to let him in the house but he is too dirty.

Anyhoo, tara!

It is time to tell you about the kittens. I would have exploded had I tried to tell you before this moment.

This is how it happened: Hingry and I were trampolining-it-up, when dad came over and said:

"Did you know they have a fishtank?"

We, of course, did not know this.

"Come and see the tropical fish," says he.

Upon entering the small shed, the fish tank is to the left on a workbench. There are no fish. Not even any water. There IS, however, a cat.
Charly (Charlotte) is my cat's half sister. It has the same mother. She is coming up to a year old and is very small and tabby-cat. When we arrived to farm-sit we were told she was pregnant but not far along and not gonna have them any time soon.

Seeing this, I summon Hingry. We both agree that she has chosen where she wants to have her babies. I move closer.

Of course, suckling on her underside as she purrs contently, are four perfect little cats. I cry:

"KITTTERRRRNNNSSS!!!!!"

Hingry fetches dad. He had managed to miss the fact that two little ginger cats, a tabby cat, and a black cat with ginger splodges, lie beside her. I am so proud of my Charley cat!

Anyway, this was Monday the fourth. Today is Wednesday. Two days with the kittens has been magical. Of course, we give Charley her privacy a lot of the time, but she quite enjoys our company. They have grown already! CRAZY! One of the ginger ones is now a lot darker and more patterned than the other ginger one, which reminds me of Misty when she was their age.

Oh! I have just realised something! This makes Misty an Aunty!!!!!

xD

The patterned ginger is larger than the other. The little tabby cat (the one I am hoping for) Is also large. The little ginger and black one are still fairly little. The black one has turned out to be a VERY dark tabby, with few markings. He has tabby cat legs and splodges and face. He is very individual and sweet and Hingry has put her name down for it. I say "he" because it seemed to me like a boy when I checked his bum. Tabby cat seems to be a girl, which would be good for me as mum dislikes boy cats. However, it is difficult to tell so soon what gender they actually are, and we shall be checking later.

Charley is an extremely good and happy mother. She takes after her mum in that aspect. They are all asleep as I gaze at them right now. They've had a long day of eating and sleeping, and need their rest.

Four kittens born and three are already chosen, although which one of the ginger cats is yet to be discovered. There are plenty of cats on this farm. They will not suffer in that region. And Charley will probably have one or two more litters before they have her done.

I'm sorry I rambled, but they truly are amazing. And from such a little cat! I am very proud of her, although it still freaks me out that she is so young with it. It runs in the family, I guess.

Ducklings are amusing. This morning I cleaned their cage before moving them from their nightly home (in the conservatory) to their daytime home (outside). This involes passing them through a window. They're getting bigger now, and it is getting more difficult to move them two at a time. When you put them down they stand up and STRETCH tall and try their hardest to fly away. But their wings are still very tiny. This movement is, therefore, veryvery amusing to watch. xD They are just trying so hard!.

So the ducklings are done. They are, at present, bathing. The dog is eyeing them eagerly. He is shut where he can't reach them when this goes on in case we drop one. Moley dog is fairly evil.

Sandy is not, though. Having suffered a traumatic experience and hurt his feet, he is now almost fully recovered. He is full of the joys of being on the farm for this...ten?...days?? Monster walks are maing him happy and he is a bit too fearless around the ponies. He is too used to them. I worry.

So yes. Life is grand.

Loves ya!
xx

The subject today is:RULES

Now. It would seem to me that everything in the world revolves around rules. We need rules. We are completely lost without them. This is a normal conversation:

"Hey, pete!"
"Yo, 'tsup?? I'm bored as hell!"
"Yeh me too. So, whatya wanna do???"
"I dunno...What YOU wanna do???"

Without rules, you see, the universe would crumble into tiny crumbly pieces.
Conversations would be more like this:

"Hey, Pete!"
"Yo, 'tsup?? I f***ed your mother again last night!"
"Yeh me too. So, whatya wanna do???"
"I dunno...what YOU wanna do???"
"I think we both know what we're gonna do."

Yes, we would be lost without them.

But what if it didn't have to e this way all the time? Some say rules are made to be broken. To them I then say why not make better rules? Rules like "fail in life". You see? The balance of the universe is maintained by the fact that we're not f***ing our mothers, and yet we still get the absolute THRILL of going against the rules.

=)

Yesterday was fairly nice. I took Bobbs for a stroll and a short gallop. Today we went for a monster ride. Bobby and I. Took an interesting route.

I wish drivers had half a braincell. Most of people passing to day were going as fast as very fast things. This annoyed me somewhat. I have decided to act now. Anybody who drives past shall fall victim to my ever-expanding rage. I shall smile sweetly before using a different hand signal than the one proposed in the rules when trekking.

Cya
Lucoi

I am in fabulous Pembrokeshire with my mum, dad, and Sandy dog. We are farm sitting for our dear friends the M___s. So far I have slept, eaten, lazed around watching TV, and tried and failed to capture a pony or two from H___'s field. They are knobish ponies who let you stroke them etc. and then run away broncing. If anyone has any tips to improving this DRAMATICALLY within a week please share them with me.

Anyway, you may have guessed from the title that this is not the purpose of this blog. You see, over the past year or so I have become far more grumpy. Little tiny annoying things have become a threat to some people. They could become the helpless victim of my ridiculous rage any moment now. So, I am going to share with you my annoyances in a perhaps pointless quest to manage my own anger.

Annoyance:
FAT PEOPLE IN DOORWAYS

Imagine this.
You are playing in a concert as an end-of-year shindig. Everyone is chatting, life is grand. All of a sudden, it is time to line up to take to the stage.
Everybody files into a small room which soon becomes highly overcrowded, but you are not too bothered as it is not hot, and people are being fairly polite.
You try to get out of the doors to line up in your given position when you are stopped.

There is nowhere to go.

A women the size of a small planet stands in the doorway, and the line of instrumentalists fits around her. Oh yes, there is no way out.
"Excuse me," you politely ask. Of course, there is no movement.
"EXCUSE ME!" Louder this time, you are certain you will be heard. In fact, you are. You are acknowledged. She shifts slightly, making a very small gap. Perhaps she does not know the extent f her absolute enormous-ness, or has poor eyesight and thinks you are a mouse, as she should be leaving the building. You end up getting into line, angry and now sweating, as the band makes it's way in. Put on a brave smile, don't let it get to you. Except that it does. All day.

This happened to me fairly recently, and yes, it is still on my mind. My friends think I'm joking, but I really do hate it that much.

A similar thing, if not more irritating, happened to me the other day when I went shopping.

Some large women stood in the aisle trying on shoes, and I really needed to pass her. Some gorgeous shoes were calling my name! Of course, I ended up going down a different aisle and up the original. This worked. The only problem was that she then wanted to pass me and put on a sour face.
"Could I PLEASE pass you, dearie?" She enquired.
I am not a deer, and I was extremely tempted to say no. However, being who I am and having learned from my mother the phrase "I was so annoyed I nearly said something", I simply smiled and said :
"Oh yes! I hope I have not caused you any trouble!"
Maybe my extreme politeness annoyed her, as she waddled off mumbling.

I hope it does. I hope it sticks with her forever.

Just got this blog.

Hey. Welcome to my life. So pleased to have you. Come in, take a seat.

Some things you should know about me:
*I'm a loser
*I'm 16 years old (yip-dee-friggin-doo)
*I love music
*I want to be a horse physiotherapist
*^that^ will never happen
*I laugh a lot
*I always pretend that I'm happy

My life is not very exciting. Not a lot happens. However, sometimes something of interest happens that should be told to the entire world, or I have a thought.