He's OKAY!

Shakespeare made it out alive. He's still in hospital, but I get to take him home tomorrow. His parents and I had a big fight over who was going to look after him. I think Shakespeare was hoping that this experience would bring us closer. Yeah right.

I took tomorrow off work so I can look after him, since the doctors said I should keep an eye on him until monday. I'm trying to decided what movies we're going to watch. Well, he's probably going to be the one watching them. I'll be watching him. Seriously, if he even so much as COUGHS I'm taking him back to the hospital.

Anyway, short post, since I just thought I needed to tell you that he was okay. I thought you might have been worried about him. It's like I know you, like you care whether my boyfriend stays alive. Do you?

Oh God...

Hi guys... I'm sitting in a hospital. Not for me, but Shakespeare.

His doctor changed his meds. It was a simple thing, changing him to a weaker sedative (with different ingredients). He took one earlier, about an hour ago, and had an Anaphylactic reaction. I called an ambulance, and now he's in hospital. I was with him, but I called his parents and they're in visiting him at the moment.

I'm telling you guys this because I'm scared and I need to tell someone. I can't tell Shakespeare (doctors orders), and telling his parents seems cruel. I didn't want to call my parents because I just want blind sympathy, and if I called them, they'd probably come rushing over to scream at some doctors.

So now I'm sitting in the hospital (food court) and eating fries. I need something to happen, I need to know that they can fix him. I don't know what I'd do without Shakespeare, and the doctors seem really concerned.

Anyway, his parents just came down the escalator and told me I could go up and see him. The hospital has a visiting limit (2 in the room with the patient, max.) so now that they're out, I can see him again.

I'll keep you guys updated. :'(

So I'm sorry I've been gone for a bit. I've been so worried about my Uni applications, that I sort of forgot to write a post. So today I went in to the local park to people watch, which is what I do when I'm nervous. I sat behind some trees on a picnic blanket where I could see the path. This is a (crude) map of my park:

The little smiley face is me. The 2 black squares are the only 2 car parks in the whole park. I have good view of everyone walking in and out of the park, but they couldn't see me easily. I like guessing which cars people are going to. I'm even pretty good at it.

Anyway, I've been so busy with Uni stuff that I haven't even told you about my dinner with my parents. I go over once a month for home cooking. I'll write another post about that in a sec.

I just wanted to tell you why I've been gone. It must have been lonely without me here. I forgot to leave the lights on, so you must have been cold and frightened. Thankyou for not running away...

Adlai Grace

I would like to take a break from you regularly scheduled humour to bring you the story of Adlai Grace.

Adlai was found on the side of a dirt road. She and her siblings had been dumped there. She was the only one left alive. The poor little kitten had a severe spinal injury that left her incontinent and her back legs paralysed. This spinal injury also affected her breathing.

She was found by a woman who took her home and cared for her. Just as everyone thought things

were looking up for the kitten, she took a turn for the worse.

One day, Adlai's had a pain attack and she couldn't catch her breath. She didn't survive this.

Adlai is fast becoming a symbol against animal abuse, with people now trying harder than ever to convince the government to knuckle down on Animal Abusers. They are also trying to hunt down the man who did this, so they can make sure he never does this again.

Please help little Adlai and all the other abused animals out there by signing the petition here and support the cause over facebook here. Help us help animals.

I changed the layout!

I told you I'd do two posts today. This actually doesn't count, really, I just wanted to point out, if you hadn't already noticed (how could you not?) that I changed the layout. Tell me, what do you think? I did like the old background, but several of the other blogs I read use it, so I get quite confused when I go from that blog back home to mine.

It isn't too bad to look at, is it? I sat here for 5 minutes staring at the screen until I decided that it wasn't too bright. This whole blog thing is making me make a lot of decisions for something I do for free. Maybe I should start charging you guys to look at my blog. That won't work though, because I don't think I have that many readers.

I'm not sure I like the way the background follows you down the page. I'm still on the fence about that. Tell me what you think!

YO!

I know I left you, and I'm sorry, but I was really busy over Halloween and before that and since then have lacked the motivation to write a post. I did try a few things, but I didn't like them, and I only got a few sentences in before I decided that they were crap. One was called "I want a child!" and the other was "Halloween". Sometimes I feel bad for the posts that never make it out of my brain, but then I remind myself that they aren't even inanimate objects (which I grow frighteningly attached to), but just thoughts. They have no shape or form. That makes me feel better.

Anyway, I knew that typing that meaty paragraph up there would remind me what I was going to talk about. So ignore the first thing and pretend the next sentence is the start of this post.

I started following my own blog because I felt sad that I had no followers. It made me think that nobody cared about my blog enough to want to be updated every time I make a post.

Then, about a month ago, I realised how bad an idea this was. At first, I remembered that I was the only follower, so I didn't get excited when I saw that little number on my Dash. But now, every time I log in, I get a random happy feeling because I think I have a follower, and that means at least one person loves my blog.

I refuse to get rid of my followship of my own blog, because I worry that people will think I'm boring and that no-one likes my blog, and leave before reading anything (the people in my head are superficial like that). But I'm also afraid that people will see that I'm the only one following my blog, and think I'm desperate for followers. Which I am, but only a little. 

Anyway, I think I'm going to write another post for you today to make up for my long period of absence, and also because I have other stuff to write about and I think it will make more sense if I separate the two posts. I'd hate new readers of my blog to get confused and probably slightly scared (even thought that is likely to happen anyway).

Really though, this post wasn't a desperate plead for followers, but if I don't get some soon, I might have to try that.