Okay, I'm makin' a bunch of changes. My new livejournal name (the one I'm actually updating) is now activecadre. Anyone interested is welcome to befriend her.

First week of classes completed, and I have an assload of reading. Tennesse Whiskey is disgusting. NIN concert kicked ass, especially with the appearance of Queens of the Stone Age. Could have done without all the stinking people in the mosh pit, as usual. Trent Reznor was kind of...buff.

I'm going to see Nine Inch Nails in concert, motherfuckers! Hahaha. Knowing my luck...it will be canceled a day before the show.

I got my internet back and running, and my computer has recovered from the power surge when the electric company decided to shut off the power a day early. Moved into the new apartment and everything is close to where it belongs. One hamster is loose and presumed dead, especially since I laid out ant traps. Stupid bastard.

1. No more classes for a month. I finally get a fucking break longer than a weekend where I have to write three essays.

2. Released six stinking hamsters into the wild. No more annoying squeeking of ham-fights in the middle of the night.

3. Moving out of shit-hole quad on Friday. They stole my vacuum cleaner! Who steals a 20-year-old vacuum cleaner? Motherfuckers.


It's hot out there, kids. Remember, MP3 players melt in the heat. Words of wisdom.

This song is still stuck in my head! Jesus Christ! I heard it on my Yahoo! radio over the weekend, then I downloaded a pirated copy, and then I heard it again on someone's radio while Davit and I were on an evening stroll. And now I'm perpetually singing the parts I can remember.

It's "That's All" by Phil Collins/Genesis. Download it. Share in my agony. God this song kicks ass. Damn catchy tunes and simplistic lyrics!

Just as I thought it was going all right
Found out I was wrong when I thought I was right
It's always the same, it's just a shame
That's all.
I could say "day," and you'd say "night"
Tell me it's black when I know that it's white
It's always the same, it's just a shame
That's all.

Yesterday we drove for forty-five minutes to a logging area in the middle of the wilderness and released Bloody Mary the psycho hamster into the wild. I called every pet store imaginable and even the humane society refused to take her. The runt hamster Houdini kept escaping, so I just put him and a buddy into the mother's old cage. That cage has a habit of turning hamsters insane and antisocial-- hopefully it won't ruin my favorite one.

Two weeks left in this term and I must get started on a twenty-page paper on Israel. Wonderful. I think I'm saying "fuck it" to getting an honor's standing in political science...I'm not going to stay an extra two terms to write some 40-page paper on something I don't give two shits about.

Happy memorial day. I'm spending it on the computer.

Oh, happy birthday too, mom.

The babies are weaned and they are now living on their own. I took pictures, which can be found in my yahoo photo gallary. Yep. I have no life.

My hamster just had babies! What the fuck? That crackhead at the Portland Scamp's told us that our female hamster was only a month old, but unless she is the Mary of all hamsters (Davit calls her "Bloody Mary" because of her propensity towards biting) it is impossible that she could be knocked up. Of course, the dipshit claimed he also fed them insects: "Hamsters live underground. And so do insects. So it only makes sense."

But I just saw a little fuzz-ball with closed eyes hobble out of the cave she constructed in the bedding. Last Friday, the bitch bit me for the last time, so I transfered her from her funhouse cage into a dungeon. She went berserk and started kicking her food out of the dish and making a mess on the table. I was getting ready to clean out her old, empty cage when I heard some faint squeeking from underneath the bedding. You must be shitting me. "No wonder she was acting like that," my mother said. "She was maternal."

Yeah, well when those 'pups' open their eyes in a few weeks, ol' mother Hammy is going out the window. Heh, just kidding.

Yay! It's our six-month anniversary tomorrow! Yippy! And everyone said it wouldn't last!

Well, no one actually said it, but I bet someone somewhere was thinking it. ^_^

I remembered today while I was taking a shower, so I wasn't able to get anything more special than a cute card. Moreover, I'm unsure if it's even something that most people put any stock into. It's like celebrating your two-week anniversary in middle school. Not like I had any of those, of course. Heh, I wonder if it would be cheap of me to say, "Yeah, count that Aliens Versus Predator game I just got you on E-Bay as your gift. Yeah. It's rare! It does count!"

Don't fret precious, I'm here
Step away from the window
And go back to sleep
Lay your head down, child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind, what other voices say
They don't care about you
Like I do
Safe from the pain, truth, and choice
And other poison devils

They don't give a fuck about you
Like I do
Just stay with me, safe and ignorant
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

The power just came back on, after a one-hour blackout since some dumbass ran into a transformer. No, not the robot. I was sitting quietly at the table reading to candle-light when all the lights flashed on, the telephone started talking, and the alarm right above my head howled to life.

Needless to say I started screaming and nearly had a heart attack.