And now....for a singing interlude by me:
Happy Birthday to me! I'm officially a freak! I'm old as diiiiiirt, and I'm just as insane!
Now that that's over, let's get down to business, shall we? So it's official. I'm twenty. The big TWO-OH. And, man, let me tell you, it feels a bit different. Yes, it's true, I feel a tiny bit different-- a smidgen of awareness that I'm older.
The festivities of madness started Sunday, August 10th. I logged onto Gaia and, as usual, checked my PMs. What's this? Someone's celebrating a birthday! Ho, ho! Let's see who this is! ...iThe Fear? What the heck? That's ME!
Apparently, I had put my birthday as August 10th on that account. Truly by accident, I hadn't realized that I had done that. I started laughing my head off and, well, I just decided to leave it. It's only one day off, right?
Around 11 pm on Sunday, I was on the computer, messing around. I think I was writing my novel about that time. Anyway, I was on the computer nonetheless, and my mother came into the living room. Dad was also in the living room, sitting in a chair, watching the god awful movie Ghost Ship. Really, how come my dad loves this horribly done movies? Anyway, my mom started whispering to my dad. Don't you simply LOVE it when your parents whisper to each other, RIGHT NEXT TO YOU, and you can hear most of their words. Yeah. Real discreet there, guys. After talking for a bit, mom left. Shrugging to myself, I returned back to my business. That was, well, until...
"Happy Birthday to you..."
Lord. That song. I hung my head, instantly laughing. Predictable, sure, but I loved it. I knew they were whispering about that. I turned around in the chair, ready to see my mom and dad singing (as, well, have you noticed even though that song may make complete fools out of the singers and Birthday person, it's still a fun age old tradition? Funny, huh?). In dad's hand was a plastic bag from some dollar store- probably mine. That's the best wrapping right there- I frickin' loved it. xd
I looked over at mom, stared for a few seconds as she continued her solo song, and the burst out laughing. Howling with amusement, I was staring at my "birthday cake". Now, what was it? Simply a single, small, burnt blueberry muffin with one yellow candle stuck down it's middle. Oh, God, this gave a new meaning to, THE CAKE IS A LIE.
I wanted to take a picture of that muffin. FOR THE WIN. That was the best "cake" I've ever had- humor wise. That was the s**t. Yeah, you heard me. The muffin was the s**t.
Turned out in the bag was a package of York peppermint patties (God, they're like Reese cups or Three Musketeer Bars to me; aka, THEY'RE CRACK!!!). That, and a card. Had a good amount of money in it, which shocked me. Upon asking why, mom said she wanted that to ONLY be put towards a PS3. Well, looks like I'm getting one. I had some money set aside from past paychecks, but now thanks to mom and Grandma's little "gift", I'm able to finally get it. My PS2 has been literally dying on me for ages, and, like an good friend, I'll hate to see it go. I was stubborn as hell not to get a PS3, but I think I'm caving in.
Anyway, I tried to stay up until 2:47 am, when I was born, but I stumbled on to bed and passed out. I jolted awake at about 3 am, simple to find Sutkei curled in my arms. How on Earth she got in my room without me waking up (I'm a light sleeper; slightest noise or presence makes me go from asleep to fully awake in about five seconds), I'll never know.
Well, I slept in until 9. That's a HUGE shock for me. I got ready for the big "event" of the day and, well, by 10 we were at the vet's.
....I'm sure some of you have read my previous Journal entry about Webster, my cat. Well, let my put this as simple as I can. For two whole DAYS we tried to get him over so he wouldn't suffer anymore. Seems the one time they were actually closed (freaky, odd...), and the other time there wasn't a Doctor to be on duty all day (TOTALLY WTF!!! If there's not Doctor, why is that Animal Clinic even open?!).
Yeah. Guess what I got to do on my Birthday? Yeah....
I actually got to hold Webster when they injected him with the sedation serum. Man, he was so funny. He kept wobbling around on the table and, truly, he showed his love for me. Even though he couldn't walk well, he was almost dragging himself over to me. Eyes tearing up, I laid my arm out on the table, letting him collapse and rest his head on it. He kept staring at my shirt and my Gothic spiked collar weirdly. In his drugged state, I guess I shouldn't have worn that, my Joker shirt or my Gothic clothes period. It was wigging him out with the strange colors, the spikes, and the dangling cross from my collar. He didn't know how to react.
Anyway... he fell asleep like that, eyes half open. The Doctor and nurse came back in after seven minutes, and they saw me sitting there, Webster passed out on my arm, and me stroking him whilst I cried. Of course, it didn't take long for them to inject it. In no time his spirit had flown to heaven. I found it weird, though, that when they injected him his eyes went from nearly shut to wide and glazed over. I mean, hell, the eyes almost snapped open. That's freaky right there.
I spent some time saying goodbye to my comrade in furry arms. Mom did, too. As I was bent over, stroking him, nose to nose with him for the last time, mom made a funny noise. She was trying to get my attention.
I looked up at her, and she said, simply, "never mind. I thought I saw something". Taking a deep breath, hastily wiping my eyes, I looked back down at my eternally slumbering angel. And then it happened.
"HOLY F#@*%!!!" I yelled, backing up and hitting the examination room sink.
Webby had taken a HUGE breath. In fact, SEVERAL breaths.
"Oh my god! WHAT THE HELL!" I bolted from the room, nearly running into the operation room just to get the Doctor and nurse's attention. Heck, I must have looked like a sobbing, deranged Gothic nut case busting into that back room like that, nearly screaming, "my dead cat is alive!!".
Well, it seems he was just "taking his last breath", so to speak. Yeah. I know that's corny sounding, but that's what the Doctor said. Oh, right! It was THEN that I realized that any living organism, that dies, goes not only through the common stuff such as rigor but also they have muscle spasms. They can twitch, breath, even excrete all over themselves after death. In fact, during the first few hours of their souls passing on, wherever their bodies are held, that's when they go through it. Yeah, bet they don't show THAT on CSI or NCSI, now, do they?
Seems my rebellious cat gave me one last scare as a Birthday gift. That little rascal!!!
Over all, it was a fairly good day. I was off, so I relaxed and lounged like a good practicer of the sin "Sloth". I talked to my friends on Gaia, read messages from my friends like Another Wandering Artist, Ocelot, Musapan, Seraph, Simon Belmont, Liquid Snake, and a few others, and I even got IMed by Michael. It was good, it really was.
THANK YOU! Thank you, to EVERYONE who, on all three of my accounts, have wished me a Happy Birthday. You guys are the sweetest people on Earth, and I hope you know it. Never think otherwise!!!
heart Peace out, ya'll! AND TO ANOTHER YEAR OF MADNESS! heart
Oh! And here's my Birthday gift to you!
You ready for it?
Are you sure?
You know, you could possibly turn back now.
That is, I'm not saying it's anything EVIL or something like that.
...
But you know me, right? I'm all about evil.
...Are you ready?
You better be.
Happy Birthday gift to all of you because...
you all...
well... it's horrible that I must be the one to inform this but...
you all... well....
YOU LOST THE GAME
I know. I'm evil. twisted And if any of you don't get that, then I can explain. Congrats, You Lost The Game. Now you can pelt me with rotten tomatoes for making you all loose (along with me. LOL).
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