Murfy

Very happy now! whoopee! whoopee! whoopee! (Maybe that was a little overboard...)
Murfy is home! A day early!
Murfy is my new guinea pig, and he is adorable! and healthy! and Happy! and Sweet! and Piggy!
no seriously, he loves his hay. Eaten almost all of it now.. And he's drinking his water. I'm realizing just how loud his water bottle is. I am thinking if I got him a bowl, though, it'd cramp his cage and he would probably sit in it. Which would be cute, but unsanitary.
But Cute!
and he'd probably defecate in it.
ah well..
I'll have pictures up in a bit, after he has settled in a wee bit.

Petsmart

*frustrated screech*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, I have been to petsmart three, count them THREE times in the last week to try and adopt a guinea pig. First time was on tuesday night. The lady there said that as they had just gotten them in, they would have to keep the pigs in a room for three full days to make sure that they were healthy.
Okay. I get that.
Then the lady said that the pigs would be out on friday.
Alrighty then, I'll be back on friday!
Friday rolls around, and no guineas. The lady whom I talked to before got her dates screwed up, and so the guineas were ACTUALLY coming out on Saturday.
I was a little annoyed at this, but the lady said she would hold this really cute dalmatian one for me, and I found some good food bowls, so the trip wasn't waisted.
Today is Saturday. I went into Petsmart after a long day of snowboarding, and first of all there was no ne there to help me out. So after hunting down a store associate, He went back to get my piggie, and I thought, Okay, everything is actually going to work out this time.
Wrong.
He comes back holding my piggie in a box and produces some forms for me to sign. So I took the clipboard and proceeded to sign my name. Then he looked at me and was like, "Your eighteen, right?"
Damn it.
he voice inside my head was like, "Do I look eighteen, dumbass? Of course not! Doesn't mean I'm not responsible!" My outer voice was like, "no..."
He looked over at Patrick. "Is he?" Patrick shook his head.
"Well you've got to be eighteen to buy him."
OMIGOD! I swear, I am not destined to have this animal. So he walks over to some evil looking wench and confirms that someone has to be eighteen or over to sign on the form thingy.
SO, they are going to hold my poor little guy until Monday when Mom and Dad get back, so that they can come in and sign a god damn piece of paper. I swear, if the sell him buy them, I am going to scream. Anywhoo, evidently Kids aren't responsible or else people simply assume that we are idiots.

Earthquake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!!!1

Like seven in the morning, we, (yes us in podunk idaho), got the aftershock of a 6.0 earthquake that hit Wells, NV. It was exceedingly creepy. Mom and Dad were just leaving for their Yellowstone christmas trip and me and Patrick had got up to say good bye, and all of a sudden the fans and lights an the fountain behind Dad all began to shake. I origanally thought that a bird or someting was in the fountain, 'cause thats what I noticed first, but then I ntoiced the fan and fridge, (which was vibrating most creepily). I don't like that! We live in Idaho, were not supposed to get earthquakes! I'm glad that my friends whom lived in Wells for a time moved into Twin last year...

Downtown Wells

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At work

My Mother is at the other counter immatateing the old owners laugh. It looks somewhat like a donkey throwing up.

On another note, I have gotten back into poetry, although it is doubtfull I wil win. I enjoy writing things like that, even if they are more rhymes than 'poems'. Ah well... I am trying this new experiment about writing a story that is in sets of four line rhymes. It is quite cool really! It takes me a while to write a set of rhymes, a rhyming dictionary would probably help that. I still need to get the hang of using one. It's weird, I have to look up the sound of a word instead of the word itself. Anyway, I must go and eat lunch before I drop dead..

Town

She had never liked aimless wandering. It made both her feet and mind weary from hours of thoughtless plodding. Eventually, they had made it through Costco and had almost gotten out of the clothes and books section. Her mother gesticulated her over, holding up a sweater. She appeared to be telling the girl how soft it was, and how green would look excellent with her red hair. The girl smiled a little and nodded, consenting to try it on. Her mother smiled and pulled her around to go show her father. The girl wandered off soon after that and spotted that Costco had pants of the same material. She smiled guiltily, knowing that she did not have the money to pay for the outfit, and picked up the pants, running the material through her hands. She grimaced for a second, looking at the price tag, then went over and dropped them in the cart. Finally, the family made their way to the checkout aisle, already swarmed with late Christmas shoppers. The girl looked around, her eyes alighting on a big screen TV that a woman with two kids was purchasing. She looked around at her own father, remembering when he had bought his big screen. They had rarely ate a meal in the dining room since. Her mother tapped her on the shoulder and asked if she would please grab the cinnamon from the cart, as she had forgotten to. The girl obliged, squeezing between the checkout stand and the customer that was right behind them, whom was already unloading their groceries. She snatched the cinnamon from the cart and placed it on the stand, then squeezed back through to join her mother and father. The three digit price tag on their groceries shocked the girl, though she should have expected it, this was Costco after all, land of the twelve packs of ketchup. Her mother tiredly pulled out her card and slid it through the machine, which prompted her for her pin number. The girls smile lessened a little, she did not like pin numbers. Personal Identification Numbers are pointless, she reasoned. We are individuals! Not Cattle that needs to be tagged and numbered. Isn't that what social security was for anyway? The girl knew that the numbers were needed so as to protect from identity theft, but she did not need to like them to use them. Once they had cleared the checkers at the stand, and the checkers at the exit, they made it to their car and unloaded their cart. What with dog food, cat litter and an antique picture frame, it was quite a lot of stuff to fit in the back of an Element. Finally, the cart was returned, the car was loaded and everyone was buckled up and ready to go. They had to go to the post office to drop a letter for the girls cousin. Then they ran over to the dollar store, where they bought tin foil pans for the cinnamon rolls that are soon to come. The girl had happy memories plastered all over her face in anticipation. She licked her lips and grinned at the mother, who rolled her eyes and turned to pay for the pans. After that, they headed for their last stop, Fred Meyers and the Notorious Wine Selection! or so it seemed to the girl, when they were another hour in the wine section, antagonizing over what ones to choose. Eventually they settled with six small bottles, that way if they did not like them, it wouldn't take such a horrible bite out of their budget. The family got to the checkout stand, and were either handed the obviousness of their age on a silver platter, or the checker was simply incompetent when the mother was not asked for ID. Once out of the store for good, the family walked back to the car, cracking jokes and having a generally good time. Pointless wandering sometimes may be aimless but still fun, reflected the girl, listening to her parents continued laughter up in the front seat. A good time for laughter, after a full and tiring day, is perhaps in the front seat of the car, waiting for a light to turn green so that they can go home.

An Intro

Today, you shall meet a girl। Not a very special one, but in her own way, irreplaceable. Her life has many twists and turns, many of which are not recorded here. Such as her parents decision to remove her and her brother from school. This decision has many impacts, most of them positive. As you will soon come to understand, this girl is both ordinary, and exemplary. Do you wish to know more? I could tell you many bits of her life up to this point, most of which involve her family and close friends. But she does not wish me to, thus her life starts from now. Beginning with a venture into town that occurred earlier in the day.