"And Choosing So Carefully..."

^_____________^ My driver's ed instructor is named Edwin. Also, he taught me to-day how to make right and left turns, and I barely avoided taking out someone's mailbox. No, I mean it. That mailbox was about two centimetres from being pulled off horribly.

Last night I couldn't sleep, so I took meds. Unfortunately, I now feel as though I have been dragged through the brush backwards. So I am going upstairs and back to sleep. ^^;;;; Woe is me, for I am lazy.

"You're So Beautiful..."

Oh, oh, by the way! Rilly quick here for Zara!

The Spock letters. :D

Part One.
Part Two. Illustrated example.

"When You Wake You Shall Have All the Pretty Little Horses..."

Eheee. I got to come along with Mum and Waen to pottery to-day, and lo! I got rilly dirty. But I had fun. ^___^ I made a few v. silly things out of clay, because the instructor was unbelievably nice and said I could.

All righty. Points of pointness for to-day:

It is very depressing that guineas behave like cliquish high school students, when they're so darned cute. Or maybe I'm biased as to cuteness, but eeeeeeeeeeee. Only our four old ones are roughing up the new one awfully, and he's lame. Mum's actually afraid they're going to kill him. If they're still attacking him by to-morrow, we'll return him to his old home. Poor silly cute little thing. He's perfect for holding in one's arms.

Probably (okay, definitely) should have eaten more to-day. No one believes me when I say there is nothing around this house to eat. Had cereal for breakfast (3/4 cup), one apple, one pear, some crackers and cheese, and an ice cream cone late this evening. Yes, I didn't think that was quite enough. Shall smack self in head.

Slept four hours this afternoon. Still feel horrible. Must do something about sleep patterns.

^_____________________________^ Finished girl!Horatio fic. Shall post presently. Mum says it is not horribly boring, but I'm afraid it is. Everyone will please, please pardon me.

Soujin: *sings 'Impossible' from Cinderella far too loud* ^_________^ Tell me I'm not cut out for Broadway!
Waen: *turns up Grateful Dead* You are not cut out for Broadway.

I don't think there's anything else for this post. Except omg I have to post mule photographs. Just a moment. ^___________^

"And My Toes Too Numb to Slip..."

WARNING. THIS IS V. CATTY. SKIP IF CATTYNESS OFFENDS THEE. ALSO WE ARE RILLY SORRY.

So we were joking that since I am scared silly of horses, what I really need is a mule. And so we went looking on DreamHorse.com for mules! ^________^ The results were--varied.

First we came across POP CORN, who is, according to his profile, a Babby Sitter suitable for kids, wemans, and small adult [sic]. He has also packed various types of meat. Look at pictures of POP CORN here!

And then there was Sara Jane of the RILLY SCARY MULE COLLAGE.

Chuck and Alice are a 950 pound gelding who has drove on wagon trains in the crouds and on trains alone [sic sic sic]. They are joined at the hip; see them here. Albino like Paul Bettany for added pleasure!

When we first saw Anna, I am sorry to say we were convinced she was a cow. This is a gross misapprehension. She is Pretty and very well broke, and needs an intermediate rider. She is good with ears, feet, and all parts of her body. Only seven years old!

Last but not least, we'd like to introduce you to Pepper. Pepper is a fancy white spotted john mule with black spot markings. He's a nice ladies mule, and these kinds of mule are very hard to find! Also, he is a big baby. Isn't he cute? :D! Too bad his asking price is six-thousand dollars...

"Was How to Shoot at Someone Who Outdrew You..."

Flawed and boring Horatio-is-a-girl. Written in the past tense.

( Sleep of Dreams )