... then you are very odd o.O
I mean, eew. Maybe there was too much rum, but honestly? Gross. Hopefully the strawberry daiquiri will be better.

An update! Update. Hmmm... I'm trying to think of something good to post, and am at a loss for words ^^;
When I logged in, I had a crapload to write, and now... nothing.

Typical of me. When I do think of something, I'll update this post.

Until then, look at these pictures of my babies :p

Today has been... eventful, I guess you can say.

First, I visited my nephew who is currently in the hospital. He went in on Sunday and may be there until Friday, which is horrible, seeing as how he's only 5 and misses his home so much that he cries every night when he has too stay.
He's suffering from Periorbital Ocular Cellulitis.

Periorbital cellulitis is an inflammation and infection of the eyelid and the skin surrounding the eye. Orbital cellulitis affects the eye socket (orbit) as well as the skin closest to it.

Inside the eyelid is a septum. The septum divides the eyelid into outer and inner areas. This orbital septum helps prevent the spread of infection to the eye socket. Periorbital and orbital cellulitis are more common in children than in adults. Periorbital cellulitis, which accounts for 85-90% of all ocular cellulitis, usually occurs in children under the age of five. Responsible for the remaining 10-15% of these infections, orbital cellulitis is most common in children over the age of five.

These conditions usually begin with swelling or inflammation of one eye. Infection spreads rapidly and can cause serious problems that affect the eye or the whole body.

My poor nephew : (

He was suffering from a 103 fever, vomiting, and a headache, which we know was incredibly bad if he actually took the time to tell us.
He's always so chipper and happy, but he's just been absolutely miserable. He cries a lot, which just proves how bad it hurts, because he never cries. And not only that, he's scared.

He saw his IV, and started freaking out. So I sat on his bed and talked to him, acknowledging that it was a scary thing, but that he wouldn't have it forever, so he didn't have to worry because it would be coming out soon.

The pain was so intense, that he actually woke up Sunday night screaming that he couldn't see out of that eye and that he didn't want it to explode.
His eye actually looks like someone bitch smacked him with a board.

He kept saying today "I don't want to spend the night. I want to go home. I want to get healthy so I can go home. I want my eye to get better."
He said all of this while crying, which we think is a combination of the pain killers, being tired, and not wanting to be at the hospital anymore because none of his stuff is there, and he's getting bored.

But on a good note, he was up and walking around for a little bit today. Granted, he was kind of sad looking with his gown on and IV rack trailing behind him, but he was walking.

And theeeeeeeen... someone went for a walk on my roof.

It was about 1:30-2:00am when my neighbor's dogs started barking. Right after that, one of my dogs (Lucy) woke up and started freaking out.
That's when we heard some crunching in my backyard.
In our bathroom, we have a HUGE bay window that pokes out into the backyard. Underneath that window is our basement door.
They tried to go into our basement, which won't open because the window hangs too low, climbed onto the window, and jumped up onto our roof.
At first we just heard thumping, and we thought they were still in the backyard.
My mom was standing by the back door, my sister by the bathroom, and I was at the kitchen sink, by the window which faces the side of the house.
And that's when I heard the creaking coming from above.

My mom and sister didn't hear it, but they became quiet when I looked up at the ceiling and said:
"He's on the roof."
Mom responded with:
"No he's not."
-creak, creak, rapid thumping-
"Oh, nevermind."
We were actually able to look at the ceiling and track where the person was walking.
He was walking from the west side of the house to the east, where I was standing.
At one point he was actually standing above me.
That's when my other neighbor's dog started going ape shit.
We're pretty sure he jumped from the roof, to the pergola above the drive way, to our garage, into our neighbor's backyard, and over the wall to the other side.
So we huddled onto our front porch (it's screened in) and talked to one of our neighbors who was watching our house.
He and his wife had heard someone at the side of their house, and when he went outside to go and see, he saw something black moving on our roof.

So I ran inside and grabbed the phone, then ran back outside and handed it to my mom who called the police.
About 10 minutes later, two police cruisers pulled up to the curb at the end of the block and the drivers walked to our house.
One was tall and young, named Moore (we'll call him Officer Stud Muffin). One was shorter, and slightly older, maybe in his 30s (We'll call him Officer Blue Eyes).
They walked into our house and went into the backyard, and found nothing. They said that they would cruise the area looking for someone walking, and they know that we weren't making it up because they talked to the neighbor who saw the person on our roof.

Right now, as I sit here typing this, I'm realizing that I was kinda flirting with Officer Stud Muffin, and he stared at my chest quite a bit and smiled at me a lot (I'm wearing a camisole [picture link]), while the other one just stared at me
>.>
<.<
He kept looking at me and making eye contact... No Mr. Officer Blue Eyes Sir, I'm not on anything.
So nyah.
Go meet your quota somewhere else.

Normally, I would be asleep right now, but HELL NO I am not going to sleep until the sun is up, thank you very much.
I mean, I know that whoever was up there isn't coming back. Chances are, they were high and won't even remember doing this. I also highly doubt this is going to happen again anytime soon.

But I can't help but feel uneasy as I go to the back of the house, it feels like they could still be there, even though I know they're not. I think it's because they invaded my space, intruded my comfy little cloud of security, and dammit, that's just not right.
According to Officer Stud Muffin and Officer Blue Eyes, we should be alright for tonight.

Buuuut... I'm staying up anyways.
Probably because of what Simon said:
"He was just there to rape you"
Gee, thanks Simon -.-

For Halloween, I have decided to go... Yamanba.

That's right.

Yamanba.
Not Ganguro, but the ultimate of them all.

Yamanba

Yamanba feature darker tans and add white lipstick, pastel eye makeup, tiny metallic or glittery adhesives below the eyes, brightly-colored contact lenses, plastic dayglo-colored clothing, and incongruous accessories to the ganguro look. Some yamanba wear stuffed animals as decorations.

Oooooh yeah. I am SO doing that : D

I know what you're probably thinking:
"She's going to be dressed as what? What exactly do Yamanba look like?"
Here are some photos:
[image one] [image two] [image three] [image four] [image five]

Now that you've seen those, you're probably thinking:
"WOW, those are some BRIGHT clothes. She really wants to do that for Halloween?

Wait.

:-:HALLOWEEN???:-:

That's 7 months away! Why is she thinking about that now?"

Simple.
I love Halloween *shrugs*

I've already started on the accessories. I have some big, bright pink pom-pom hair bands, glittery hair clips in all sorts of colours, glittery body tattoos, glittery hair tattoos, glitter nail art, body stickers, white eyeliner, feather thingies for my hair, a couple of glitter piggy key chains to hang from my belt, pink wig (I might buy another one), black eye shadow, dayglo bracelets, and I still have my virtual pets from when I was kid that I can stick on a chain and wear around my neck. All I need is... bronzer, white lipstick, aqua blue eyeliner and eyeshadow, fake eyelashes, white eyeshadow (I'll probably get some tomorrow), and some BRIGHT as all hell clothing. Actually, I think I may have a shirt or two that would work ^_^

The male equivalent is called a "center guy" (Sentaagai), a pun on the name of a pedestrian shopping street near Shibuya Station in Tokyo where yamanba and center guys are often seen.

Hmmm... I wonder if I can get Joey to dress up with me...

Ok...

I was outside when the Dale Fan's parents came out of his house and stared at me, with big grins on their faces. Then they started speaking in rapid Spanish. I don't understand Spanish, which added to the creepy affect it had. Now, this may not sound like much to you, but it's kinda freaky, because he stares at me all the time. And to have his parents come out and stare, grin, and speak in spanish? And I know they were talking about me. I'm not being paranoid or anything, I could just tell.

*le sigh*

So, I updated my Xanga page and my MySpace to look like this one. Now they match. Which is the first time something like that has happened.

Everyone go watch this. It's hilarious. At least, in my opinion.

Those of you who know me pretty well are probably surprised that I own a copy of "The Book of Mormon"", let alone that I would read one. I think the reason why I'm so interested is because Hyrum Smith, the older brother of Joseph Smith Jr. who started the Church of Jesus Christ and Latter-day Saints, is one of my uncles.
Does this mean I get my own planet when I die like they do?

----EDIT----

For those of you who don't know who the Dale Fan is, I'll include the short pieces that I've written about him from my Xanga here:
A------
Thursday evening (around 11:43pm), when my Mom, my sister, and I were in our house and we heard about four sirens. Followed by three loud booms. So, naturally, we ran outside to see what was happening, followed by our neighbor across the street. I have no idea what his name is, but he's a fan of Dale Earnhardt Jr. (I MET HIM AND HIS DAD! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!! MORE THAN ONCE!!!!), so I'll call him "The Dale Addict."
   Anypoo, we ran out side and as we were heading to the end of our street, two police cruisers sped by with their lights flashing, but no sirens.
When we got to the end we looked to the left and saw an old truck
(probably an 'eighty-nine), crumbled up against the tree. Three fire engines, two or three ambulances, and about four police trucks and three sheriff
cars all arrived shortly. About ten minutes after the truck crashed, they got the driver free. He was still alive when they drove off with him, just in bad condition. We're thinking he was drunk from celebrating Cinco De mayo.
He left in an ambulance that had it's lights flashing, but no siren. Not a good sign. He probably didn't make it.
   And then it happened.
   One of the fire dudes moved out of the way and lit up the interior of the truck with a high beam flashlight. Straight onto the dead guy. My sister and I knew he was dead the moment we saw him. He was slumped forward
(with what appeared to be no seat belt), with his head against the dashboard. He looked like he was sorta crumbled against it. His legs were pinned under the dashboard so it took awhile to get him out. While they were doing that, The Dale Addict mentioned that he works on cars, and that when a car encounters impact to the front, the engine block moves back and to the left, where the passenger sits. He also said that the driver must have been going at least seventy to seventy-five miles per hour, because he had seen cars crash at fifty that didn't look as bad as the truck. Of course, the driver hadn't even put on the brakes when he slammed into the tree.
He also suspected that the truck might be stolen, due to the two thousand dollar rims on it.
   Right after he finished telling us that, they got the body out of the truck
and laid him on the ground, and then covered him with a yellow tarp.
By then they had roped off the whole road. After they did that, the three
of us decided to go inside. The Dale Addict stayed.
   And you know what? The tree is perfectly fine.

B------
FedEx tried to deliver something, but we weren't home. So they left it at a neighbors house.
Guess who's house...go on...guess...
  
   THE DALE FAN'S!  *see photo here* 
   So we go and pick it up, and he gets a smile on his face when he sees me, which of course makes my mom grin all huge.
And what does she say when we get back to our house?
"You can marry him, I give you permission."

C------
  So there's this guy that my mom thinks I like. Whenever she talks about him she refers to him as "your guy", even though I don't like him in that way. Hell, I don't even know him. And when I tell her that no, infact, I don't like him, she doesn't listen. She probably thinks that I'm only saying that so no one will know that I harbor deep feelings of passion and lust for him. Which, of course, I'm not. The only thing that I like about him is his truck. It's a Cheveh Silverado.
   Why is it that parents torment us this way? They get too much fun out of it. *long suffering sigh*

D------
I told my mom that if I ever ended up marrying the Dale Fan, then in the divorce settlement I would get the truck. It's a Cheveh Silverado. And since it would be mine, I would take off all of the fan stickers.

E------
*shudders* I saw the Dale Fan without a shirt on earlier tonight *shudders again* He has a concave chest with no hair. *shudders even harder* When I told my mom about it, she started laughing. I was too mortified to even try.

F------
 Sunday night at about 1:00am I was on my porch petting my dog when a car drove by. So, naturally, I ducked. If you were outside at night and a car drove by, wouldn't you hide to?
   Anypoo, the car pulled into the driveway across and to the left of us. And that's when I noticed the make:

It was a blue Chevy Silverado.
That's right, it was the Dale Fan.

   Well, I watched him to see when he would be inside so that I could safely go into my house, knowing that he wouldn't see me. I mean, I didn't want him thinking "what the hell is she doing?" He walked up the front steps with a small cooler (it looked like he had been out working and had brought his dinner with him. He does that alot) and was about to open the door when he did something that creeped me out:
He did a quick turn and stared at my house.
   Now, I know that he didn't see me. I was dressed in dark clothes, all of the lights were off, and our porch is screened in with a ton of crap on it from when we moved in. So if he saw anything, he would automatically assume it was a piece of junk. Which, of course, it wasn't. It was me
   After he had gone in, I quietly crawled over my dog and into my house, and then closed the curtains.

   And then, earlier tonight, our front door was open and I was standing just inside of it, and he was about to drive past our house, when he stopped and stared at me. *shudders* So, I slowly turned around and shut the door with my foot.
   Can someone please tell me what is going on here? He's starting to creep me out a little. And my mom gave me permission to marry him. Creepy, no?

G------
On Wednesday Elizabeth came over to show us her car. And while we were out there talking to her, the Dale Fan walked by. I smiled and said Hi, since, ya know, it's the polite thing to do. And he turned bright red, kind of ducked his head, grinned, and said "Hey." Her thoughts on him?

   "He's not that cute." No, no he isn't. But rich? Yes, yes he is.

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I guess I should mention that whenever I'm outside, he stares at me.