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| Finkelstein's all better now! <333
The vet gave him back to us far too early, though. He was completely passed out when we brought him home, and out of it for the rest of the night. I took a picture of him here, the poor baby:
He kept squinting his left eye and wobbling like a drunk Jack Sparrow
whenever he got up. A lot of uneasy pirate jokes ensued. But he's all
better this morning! He sill squints a little, but I think he just
rubbed his eye against the pillow case they wrapped him in but didn't
notice because he was so out of it.
My poor emasculated kitty.
I expected him to come home with a bow and nailpolish and glitters in
his fur, singing "I feel pretty! Oh so pretty!" Is it sad that he's
less of a man now than his brother, Michael Jackson?
Oh man. I am so mean. I love him, though.
Here's a picture of him when he was still a man:
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| finky-dinkMy kitty's getting fixed tomorrow. =( POOR GUYYYYYYY.
That's what you get for running away and spraying the room whenever someone isn't looking, but STILL. I'm gonna be so worried, I swear. Watch my kitty be the one in a million that dies during this QUICK AND PAINLESS operation.
;__;
WISH HIM LUCK PLZ.
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| halloween~!Sooooo, I went trick-or-treating today. FUN!
(... Um. Jesus loves me even if I wear a costume and ask people for candy. I could use this blog to post on my opinion about that, but I'm in too good a mood for theology/philosophy/whatever. =P)
I dressed up as a viking ghost. For future reference, this is the worst costume ever. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear. I couldn't breathe, AND! I had the wonderful idea to line the eye-holes in black magic marker, so I was inhaling toxic fumes all night, too! WOOHOO!
Ah, the things one does for candy.
Halloween really is lame here in EHT. You can only go trick-or-treating in certain developments from 6 to 8 PM. Back in Forked River, every house was up for candy-begging, and you could stay out until you collapsed! I used to go out with dad in the middle of the night and get entire BUCKETS of candy from people who were too tired to answer the door anymore! It was great!
But not here. D: It's lame here.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaanywho. ... I still got some good candy. But NO BUTTERFINGERS. I was appalled. Who the heck doesn't give out Butterfingers on Halloween? I miss them!
... Haha. The magic marker fumes are only just beginning to wear off. Wheeee~!
BED TIME.
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| Anyway, it's about time I made a real entry.
HEY XANGA!
I'm Devin.
... I'm eighteen!
I liiiiive in Jersey.
And, um.
... I'm really bored. :D
Anyway, I guess there really isn't any point in updating this if nobody's gonna be reading it. But oh well! I'll manage.
I read a lot. I write some. I roleplay (which is like taking turns writing a story with another person -- no, I'm not going to use my +13 ENERGY BEAMS to kill my neighbor, no matter how annoying he is), and... um... I have a lot of pets?
Eh. I'm bored already.
Maybe I'll write something cool next time. xP
Anywho, I'm really Xanga illiterate. I have no idea how to do what where and how, so. Please forgive me for the crappy layout and so on. I'LL LEARN!
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| omg like... xD I forgot I had this thing. Maybe I should use it.
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