turtles

Quote from mom just now:

"Naming a bichon 'Biju'...that's like if we named Tripper 'Chocolate!'"

His actual full name is Tripple Chocolate Hunter. This was mom's suggestion (she doesn't entirely understand kennel names) and in fact she's the only one who maintains this is his full name (quite seriously).

IF ONLY SHE WOULDN'T BE SO OFFENDED IF I LAUGHED

I still wish we had named him Chaucer (Chase for short). Even though these days I call him by just about everything except his name, including 'dinosaur' and 'grumblestrade' and sometimes 'Scotland Yard'.

In fact, yesterday, after Tripper went out in the rain and came in soaked:

Paige: awwww, grumblestrade is all wet.
Me: *Sherlock drawl* as expected, the police are out of their depth in a mud puddle.


Yes, this is all y'all are getting out of me right now, my leg still hurts T n T it is better than it was though. I project being recovered enough to go to class by Tuesday at the latest. But ATM I can't focus on much except the drive to chew my leg into obedience and/or snap at anyone who comes close to me. I've been doing nothing but reading Tony/Steve fanfic with the occasional Sherlock sprinkled in and now there's like, a Cute Marathon going on on Animal Planet so now that's what I'm doing.

Now I'm just sad though because they're doing viral animal videos and they had two clips in a row where all I could think was 'that wheel is WAY TOO BIG for that mouse' and then 'that wheel is WAY TOO SMALL for that hamster'.



Okay this conversation is from a day or two ago and I am paraphrasing it

So Paige and I are watching TV and this clip comes up of penguins 'flying' out of the waves and for some reason we both went 'Sherlock?'

Me: So Sherlock would be a...an emperor penguin because so fucking tall. And in A Study in Pink - no wait, a Study in Salmon -
Paige: Yes, A Study in Salmon, they're chasing the cab, and just waddling after it
Me: No, no, John is waddling, but Sherlock goes straight for the Thames and is like jumping out of the water to yell at John to hurry the fuck up and just fly, because he can't keep up, and he's a puffin.
Paige: YES. And he forgets he left his little helicopter flying thing back at the restaurant. And just takes off.
Me: "John." *splash* "Hurry the fuck up, John." *splash* "He's getting away!" *splash* "Just fly, John!"

outdatedclocks has pointed out that my lower-back/hip problems, and my leg problems, are probably all related to the issues I have with my feet (lack of arches?). I've been making do with CVS-brand arch support pads, but they're not really enough, and I'd like to be able to do some cardio and upper-body stuff again, which I can't really now since my back hurts alllll the time. I'd been putting off talking to my doctor about it because of my terrible experiences with my last one...even though this one's shown no indication she's suddenly going to go all 'you're lying, you must be sneaking nachos in the middle of the night, fatty' on me. In fact, she'll probably be happy to help me out, since she wants me exercising before I go on T since I have a genetic disposition towards hypertension (dad's been hospitalized for it).

BTW, for those curious about the whole doctor saga, since I've posted it around a few places but not actually here at my main journal I think (since I just realized last night ocelotofdoom had never read the whole thing)...I submitted the whole thing to First, Do No Harm (excellent blog BTW) so you can read it here (it's so long I don't see a need to copy+paste it here P:)

Speaking of ocelotofdoom, we might be hanging out this weekend :D or rather, probably are. I am still working out the logistics, I think I'll stay on campus this weekend and take the train into the city. It would mean missing a therapy appointment, but I've skipped weeks in the past (or rather, therapist has cancelled on me) so I know it won't do any damage emotionally or to my comfort level with him.

Okay I really should go to class 6 u 9;;


ETA TAG PARTY

Some days now I wake up and my hair looks like this.



And nobody even tells me any more, I just wander into the bathroom and look in the mirror and think a spiky, malevolent entity is attacking my head.

I need a haircut.




P.S. HEY TOPHER HEY I NEED YOUR ADDRESS

PM ME OR GET YOUR BUTT ON YAHOO OR SOMETHING

I CANNOT TELEPORT YOUR GIFTS TO YOU WITH MY MIND UNFORTUNATELY

I HAVE A NEW GOD

HIS NAME IS CHRISTMASPIG



OR MAYBE JESUS PIG OR GUINEA CHRIST