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enamouredWell, Christmas was fairly grand.
Mom and I made dinner, and I almost messed up the macaroni and cheese, as it's been forever since I made it last. We opened presents on Christmas Eve, and my mom gave me a journal, a set of calligraphy pens, a watch, some flavored lip balms (which made me remember the year I was obsessed with Lip Smackers and got about twenty of them for Christmas), and a key ring that records ten seconds of audio (which made me remember Yak Baks--I had the original one, and then about a year after I got that one, I got the Yak Backwards, the one that would play messages backwards. It got confiscated by my fifth grade teacher because some of the boys would not stop playing with it in class). My dad got me the third season of Lost on DVD in lieu of the Wii that I wanted but knew that he'd never get. My brother gave me The Simpsons Movie and then proceeded to watch it in his room for the night. And my brother's girlfriend gave me a gift basket full of bath stuff, candy, and Cherry Pepsi. I wonder if there's some kind of etiquette about that. Like, since she gave me a gift, am I therefore obligated to give her one? I am so confused.
Christmas Day, we ate and slept (well, Mom, Pepper, and I did). And then, early on the twenty-sixth, Pepper woke up and was making these raspy, gaggy type noises that she usually makes when she's getting ready to throw up. I kept taking her outside but she wouldn't throw up. I got freaked out and got my mom up, and we kept on watching her but she wouldn't stop making the noises. And then Pepper started crawling under the couch and doing that, which freaked me out in a major way, because even though she crawls under the couch when she's playing or just hiding from us, I remembered hearing somewhere that dogs do that (crawl under things) when they feel like they're going to die. So my mom's over in one corner of the living room like, "Leave her alone; she'll come out", and I'm thinking, Oh God, oh God, don't let the dog die and talking to her. We stayed up half the damn night scared that Pepper was suffocating or something, but then she went to sleep.
The next morning, we almost considered running her to the emergency pet hospital (I actually made an entry about that and then deleted it after the fact), but the noise had stopped some, and I just said I'd check up on Pepper during my lunch break. She was tired when I came home at lunch, but not rasping as much as she had before. When I got off, my brother's girlfriend was over and Pepper was running around like she usually does. The raspiness wasn't nearly as bad as it had been, but my mom wanted me to take her to the vet anyway. So I did that yesterday--took Pepper to the new vet (we had problems with the other one; they claimed Pepper bit someone and she didn't) and I met him for the first time, and he said that Pepper was probably having a reaction to all the shots she'd gotten on Saturday and she might have a cold too.
She's getting better, though. So yay for that.
In literary news: I have apparently read fifty-five books this year. I bought The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray two days ago and I really want to read it but I have library books I should finish, and knowing that it's the final book in the trilogy is making me not want to just pour through all 800+ pages of it right away. I do not need to get sucked into more Rich Kid Lit, but I am totally liking The Luxe, and knowing that there is a sequel coming makes me unbearably giddy. It's like Gossip Girl 1899, but the fact that some of the main characters wear makeup irked me. I still have this horrific desire to read the other two Twilight books, even though I'm not particularly fond of them. And I've started reading some manga (namely Dramacon and Ouran High School Host Club) and am a wee bit hooked.
I did this long list about the journals and diaries I've kept, and halfway through I started thinking about one of the journals I mentioned in there. At the end of fifth grade, my teacher, Mrs. Ross, gave everyone in our class these small spiral notebooks with a Velcro enclosure and a black Uni-Ball pen. Inside she wrote "Write! And have a great summer!" I used that notebook as my journal the year after, and as I was reflecting on that, I wondered what my classmates did with theirs.
And finally, to cap off this ridiculously long entry, scans from the Christmas card that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
potato_juice made for me!
Mom and I made dinner, and I almost messed up the macaroni and cheese, as it's been forever since I made it last. We opened presents on Christmas Eve, and my mom gave me a journal, a set of calligraphy pens, a watch, some flavored lip balms (which made me remember the year I was obsessed with Lip Smackers and got about twenty of them for Christmas), and a key ring that records ten seconds of audio (which made me remember Yak Baks--I had the original one, and then about a year after I got that one, I got the Yak Backwards, the one that would play messages backwards. It got confiscated by my fifth grade teacher because some of the boys would not stop playing with it in class). My dad got me the third season of Lost on DVD in lieu of the Wii that I wanted but knew that he'd never get. My brother gave me The Simpsons Movie and then proceeded to watch it in his room for the night. And my brother's girlfriend gave me a gift basket full of bath stuff, candy, and Cherry Pepsi. I wonder if there's some kind of etiquette about that. Like, since she gave me a gift, am I therefore obligated to give her one? I am so confused.
Christmas Day, we ate and slept (well, Mom, Pepper, and I did). And then, early on the twenty-sixth, Pepper woke up and was making these raspy, gaggy type noises that she usually makes when she's getting ready to throw up. I kept taking her outside but she wouldn't throw up. I got freaked out and got my mom up, and we kept on watching her but she wouldn't stop making the noises. And then Pepper started crawling under the couch and doing that, which freaked me out in a major way, because even though she crawls under the couch when she's playing or just hiding from us, I remembered hearing somewhere that dogs do that (crawl under things) when they feel like they're going to die. So my mom's over in one corner of the living room like, "Leave her alone; she'll come out", and I'm thinking, Oh God, oh God, don't let the dog die and talking to her. We stayed up half the damn night scared that Pepper was suffocating or something, but then she went to sleep.
The next morning, we almost considered running her to the emergency pet hospital (I actually made an entry about that and then deleted it after the fact), but the noise had stopped some, and I just said I'd check up on Pepper during my lunch break. She was tired when I came home at lunch, but not rasping as much as she had before. When I got off, my brother's girlfriend was over and Pepper was running around like she usually does. The raspiness wasn't nearly as bad as it had been, but my mom wanted me to take her to the vet anyway. So I did that yesterday--took Pepper to the new vet (we had problems with the other one; they claimed Pepper bit someone and she didn't) and I met him for the first time, and he said that Pepper was probably having a reaction to all the shots she'd gotten on Saturday and she might have a cold too.
She's getting better, though. So yay for that.
In literary news: I have apparently read fifty-five books this year. I bought The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray two days ago and I really want to read it but I have library books I should finish, and knowing that it's the final book in the trilogy is making me not want to just pour through all 800+ pages of it right away. I do not need to get sucked into more Rich Kid Lit, but I am totally liking The Luxe, and knowing that there is a sequel coming makes me unbearably giddy. It's like Gossip Girl 1899, but the fact that some of the main characters wear makeup irked me. I still have this horrific desire to read the other two Twilight books, even though I'm not particularly fond of them. And I've started reading some manga (namely Dramacon and Ouran High School Host Club) and am a wee bit hooked.
I did this long list about the journals and diaries I've kept, and halfway through I started thinking about one of the journals I mentioned in there. At the end of fifth grade, my teacher, Mrs. Ross, gave everyone in our class these small spiral notebooks with a Velcro enclosure and a black Uni-Ball pen. Inside she wrote "Write! And have a great summer!" I used that notebook as my journal the year after, and as I was reflecting on that, I wondered what my classmates did with theirs.
And finally, to cap off this ridiculously long entry, scans from the Christmas card that
potato_juice made for me!
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Date: 2007-12-28 09:47 pm (UTC)I'm glad your doggy is doing better!
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Date: 2007-12-28 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-28 10:41 pm (UTC)I wish I were artistic.
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Date: 2007-12-28 11:36 pm (UTC)(Sorry about the drive-by commenting -- I've been reading the
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Date: 2007-12-29 03:01 am (UTC)& I LOOOOVE the Twilight series myself! ;D I've never heard of The Luxe, but it sounds like I should probably be reading it!
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Date: 2007-12-29 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-29 06:22 am (UTC)Glad Pepper's better :)
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Date: 2007-12-29 07:43 am (UTC)I have no idea on the "getting your brother's girlfriend a gift because she got you one" etiquette. I should probably find out for the future the way my brother runs through girlfriends. lol