Goodbye little blog.

Well, not really. I've kinda switched over to my Myspace blog. But even there, I went two months without posting a god damned thing.

I wasn't going to post here ever again, but something made me come here this morning. I don't know why.

So I have four tarantulas now. I got another one and the little baby rose hair died.
:(

Whatever, I guess.

I suppose this will be my final entry in this blog.

Goodbye little blog. I will come and visit you often, but I seriously doubt I will post here again.

So here we are nearing the end of March and I have two new Tarantulas.

I was perusing some tarantula hobbist forums. And cripes, they're right. Tarantulas are like frigging potato chips. Once you have one, you want more. I only ordered one from Krazy 8's but he sent me a baby rose hair as a free gift. She's miniscule! I've had larger crickets before.Here are some pictures.







I haven't named either one yet. So now I have three tarantulas.

As you can see, even the other tarantula is smaller than Milla. It's a Chilean Dwarf Gold. Unlike Milla, this one is quicker on the move and a bit skittish. It's non-aggresive though and I was able to pick it up. However it has a tendency to move a lot around the cage after being handled before it settles down. So I'll be handling it about as often as Milla, which is infrequently.

It fed readily 24 hours after I got it.

The little baby hasn't eaten yet. I am getting her some tiny crickets tonight. hopefully she can feed. I'm worried that she will die.

We went and saw Devildriver on Saturday. Got to meet them and take pics with them again. It was fan-fucking-tastic.

I am really starting to think seriously about shooting a clown. Sounds like a grand time.

Till I think about posting again.

Yeah. Hi.

Yeah, yeah yeah. So I haven’t updated my blog in a month.

I’ve gotten bored with it, and no one cares about or reads it but me.

Not very interesting.

I guess, all in all, I am not realy all that interesting. I'm not a main character, an antagonist, protaganist, villain, hero, anti-hero, nothing.

I'm the NPC. The one in the book that has one line and no name. The one who is like, "Oh. It's over there." and immediatly forgotten because my crucial addition to the scene is concluded.

I don't know. I'm not really down about it. I've sat around and thought about ways to make myself more intresting. I don't really know how. I'm kinda quiet if I don't know everyone, and extremely obnoxious if I do know everyone. It's always extremes. It's never a good median.

Ah well. I can't be everything. I can't be what you or that person over there wants me to be. I can try, but why bother?

I'm content enough. I like hugging my cats. That's always good. Sometimes I feel as if it's all I have to talk about, that is my swarth of strange animals. Most women would shriek at them, kill them or get someone else to kill them. They wouldn't be willing to pick up a 3 inch cockroach and say, "HI BELLA." and give it a kiss.They wouldn't be able to poke at a tarantula or let one crawl up thier arm towards their face and be more concerned with the animal falling off and hurting itself than anything else.

But I still don't think as it being unique. It's my normalcy. I wake up in the morning and after my morning routines are done, I go downstairs and turn on the light for the toad, and make sure all the critters have their water and food for the day. Then I make my lunch (or sometimes if I'm too lazy, a can of soup gets thrown into my purse.)

I know my coworkers don't really know much about me. Some of the ones that talk to me more know I'm a bit off, a little weird. Is it stupid that I'm proud when I can make people raise their eyebrow at me or think I am strange? I don't know why I like that so much.

Been meaning to update

Just keep forgetting.

Vegas was awesome. Had a lot of fun. Lost 3 pounds there. ;o

I also got sick on the last day. There will be plenty of pics uploaded from the trip. You can has a see at them HEER

We didn't get to go to any shows. I really wanted to. :(

Anyway um I bought a Wii from a co-worker. he already brought the unit in. I am getting his money tomorrow.

So I now have a Wii. Wonnnnnnderful. Lul.

Um. I can has go home now?

Vegas is a reality now.

We're really going. We have tickets!

I never consider a trip to be actually there until the tickets are purchased.

I can't wait! Hotels haven't been booked, but there's availability all over the place out there, so we're just going to check into Circus Circus when we get there.

We have all these plans. Gondola rides at the Venetian. Monty Python's Spamalot! Buffet food! Morning workouts at the gym! ROOM SERVICE! We're even taking Guitar Hero with us. *MEEDLYWEEEMEEMEEMEEMEEMEELYMOOWAOWWAOWWAOWSCREECH!*

I know you like that guitar solo I just did for you. I'm pretty much stuck between hard and expert. I am stuck on the 8th tier, Hard in GH3 and I think the 4th tier, Expert in GH2.

Oh my god. I have to get my nails and toes done before we go!

And my eyebrows waxed, though I plucked them (ow) right before the Christmas dinner, so they're just at the right length to be forcibly pulled out of my face by some hot wax by a smiling woman.

HOLY FUCK. SO MUCH TO DO. SO MUCH TO SEE.

I wonder if I should get my legs waxed before I go. Just my lower legs so I don't have to shave. That would be fun. I'll have to get it done next week though. I just shaved this morning!

I'm going to Vegas!

Fucking sweet! Nikki and I are going by ourselves.

We're going to lose our minds out there. :D