Hello there!

I don't even have to explain why I haven't been around, do I? Only a few more weeks to go! Have a lot of nice plans for when uni's finished so that's keeping me going with a smile on my face.

Soooo news... not many, really. Oliver's now a toddler-dog, and he thinks he's a cat; keeps walking on top of the sofa and jumping on people's heads like this:

Me being the little cat having a nice nap on the sofa. Oh how I love him. He's so clever, he knows right and wrong but he likes playing up to drive us insane. Bless him.

My news sound like the real news, i.e. people dying in car bombs in Iraq and such. Love Mike, love Oli, hate uni, etc. So I better go before I bore you!

Here's a song for today:

Hahaha! Guess who's gonna be sunbathing on a sandy beach, sipping on fruity cocktails, kissing a yummy boy and being happy happy happy a few months from now?!!

Love,

Mon xx

I already want to shoot myself and it's only 6 bloody AM.

*Think back to last night*
Me: Oh crap, he's eating that plastic bone too.
Mum: Mmm.
Me: *puts plastic bone away*
...
Me: What's he eating now?
Mum: The plastic bone, he was crying for it.
Me: Awww, bless him, he's so spoilt.

*Think back to five hours ago*
Dog heaving.

*Think back to four hours ago*
Dog heaving.

*Think back to three hours ago*
Dog heaving.

*Think back to fourty minutes ago*
Dog heaving, puking up yellowy foam, and crying.

So I brought him downstairs and rang the vet. "Bring him in at 9AM." Brilliant. Great way to spend my newly earned wages.

*10 minutes ago*
Me: *Wander into the kitchen, see a salad bowl full of porridge. Wtf?! Oh, dad's breakfast.*
...
Dad: He ate the whole plastic bone?
Me: No, just a bit of it.
Dad: Has he eaten yet?
Me: I can't feed him!
Dad: WHY???
Me: It's half six in the morning.
Dad: Oh, I thought it was time for him to eat. Give him food as soon as you can, that'll make him better.
Me: *thinks* Yeah, the way to treat an upset stomach is by eating more and come to think of it I do recall seeing a recipe for a chicken and plastic casserole.
Dad: And how much is it to have him washed? I'll pay for it.
Me: *thinks back to conversation had with mum a few months ago, when she was wondering if getting me a puppy really made me happier. Yes, yes it did. It's the only thing that makes me want to come home at the end of the day, or stay around all day, or leave my room at all.*

It's too early for this.

Love,

Mon xx

As I realised a while ago, I have a knack for putting myself in sticky situations. Not like lying on a CV and then looking like an idiot when someone asks you to speak Finnish at a job interview; but just generally thinking that I can do it all. Normally I can, and I do, and I love it. And it's not like I could be without a job right now, but working two full days a week and then doing university work in between is driving me slightly insane. I usually get energy from being healthy but today green tea will be replaced by espresso.

The sky looks grey and my dog-child woke me up puking cos he'd eaten a plastic bone. Oh how I love morning cheer. Bring on the essays...

Love,

Mon xx