"God, It's Been a Lovely Day, Everything's Been Going My Way..."

OMG YOU GUYS. GUINEAS. THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL. They're about a third of the size of chicks, and some of them are coloured like chipmunks, and some have white wings, and some are grey-blue, and one is pure pure white, and EEEEEE. They're SO CUTE. I am going to just LOOK AT THEM ALL AFTERNOON. ^__________________________^

And besides that (as though the day needed anything else), Mama took me to a show in Harrisburg about human biology, and it was incredible. Omg. They had actual bodies, which I have to admit did not bother me but which in some cases seemed a little disrespectful--they had them all posed with bikes and basketballs and what have you, which was a little awful, especially since they had kept their original eyebrows and everything, and they were all male and they had left their anatomical dangly bits on, and they just looked kind of silly, and I felt bad for whoever they actually were.

But they also had just a lot of actual humany bits, and it was so amazing. All those muscles and tendons and ligaments and lord. I mean I just want to sit and flex my hand all day, knowing everything that goes into it. My finger knuckles are amazing! My toes! My patellas! My vertebrae! And that's just the musculokeletal system! That's not even getting into the squishy inside bits! I mean, livers. Livers are superb. And the kidneys, and the beautiful beautiful hearts, and of course my favourites which are the large and small intestine, all those coils and coils and coils--eighteen to twenty-three feet, all snuggled up in your abdomen, I mean that's just amazing.

Oh, I about died, I was having such a good time.

And on a more sobering note, they also had fetuses, a lot of little premature babies who were dead, and all of them, I guess this just hit me a lot, all of them had their eyes all scrunched up and they just all looked so sad, like they were so, so sad. One had its hands over its ears, like it was trying to make everything just go away. And I guess I would feel a little bit like that, too, if I hadn't made it and there I was in a glass jar in an exhibit. I would want everything to go away, too, I think. And that made me kind of sad.

But then we went from fetuses to the cardiovasular system, and I got all caught up again.

After that we went to the thrift store to get Mama some clothes, and I, well, I am a bad person with no self-control, so I bought Sagramore clothes. >_> A very cute orange tunic top and orange trousers, and a sleeveless orange blouse for summer (and a blue skirt with copper sequin flowers for me). So when I got home I thought, you know, I have too many clothes I don't wear, so I went through my whole closet and weeded out everything I never wear.

And this was funny, because a lot of the clothes in my closet and my dresser are things I bought two, three years ago, when I was under the impression that I was shaped roughly like a watermelon with a glandular condition, when I am actually basically an eggplant. So I have just piles of dresses and skirts and blouses you could positively make tents out of. So I got rid of all of those, because lord. They're all pretty, don't mistake that, but I just drown in them. Somebody else who's the right size for them should have all these pretty things.

And after that I felt pretty good: now my closet is full of clothes for an eggplant person.

And now I'm home! And I'm going to go up to my room and read some, I think, and maybe take a nap, because I'm enormously sleepy. Harrisburg always takes it out of me but good.

p.s. as you can tell, I am getting in touch with my actual accent writing-wise. :D