All the same people are in here every single day.
I’m in the library again (where else?). Just got back from guidance, where they still had not even sent UCF my official transcript (I’d been in there three times asking them to). This time, they actually gave me a form to fill out; they never did that before. So maybe it’ll actually get sent in.
That said, I still haven’t decided between UNF or UCF or if I just want to stay at FCCJ for another semester and actually get my AA before I go to either one of them. I’m dropping that class at the end of the summer, along with the claustrophobic history class I’m in now that I sleep through every day. (Got an appointment with a guidance counselor tomorrow afternoon to figure out that mess.)
Hmm, what else is new….
I was in the middle of a dream yesterday morning that I was wandering the halls at Hogwarts; somebody (I believe Ron, though I’m not sure) had just made a comment about the size of the hallways–I don’t know exactly what he said. And then we stepped into the Great Hall and just…stopped, and looked at it as though we’d never seen it before. I was really taking in its massive size, and just turning my gaze to the ceiling to take in the outside sky, when from behind me I heard my mom say, “Ginny, there’s a boy on the phone for you.”
I opened my eyes, rolled over, and said, “Is it Milo?”
“No,” she said.
“Tell him I’ll call him back.” And I went back to sleep.
Despite all of my protestations, my parents went out yesterday to get a bird. (Brother went with them.)
They returned with a cage containing a cockatiel and a parakeet. The parakeet, having come free with the cage, was to be Brother’s, and he had named it (we think it’s a him) Pepsi.
“To arms!” Psychobrat yelled. (Well, no, that’s just what I was thinking when they announced that Pepsi belonged to Brother.)
“WHY DID HE GET A BIRD!?” Psychobrat yelled. “I WANTED MY OWN BIRD TO PUT IN MY ROOM!”
My parents tried to calm her down by telling her that she’ll get her own bird later, when she goes along to pick it out. (*cough*DUDLEY*cough*)
“Pepsi is a stupid name,” she told Brother. “You can’t name it that.”
“He’s my bird!” Brother retorted. “And Pepsi isn’t a stupid name; I like it.”
“I think Pepsi is a cool name!” I called from across the room.
After a 15-minute argument, during which time Psychobrat tried to convince Brother that he should name his bird Blueberry, she finally retreated to her room and was not heard from again for a while.
Brother came up to me to show me Pepsi up close, and I repeated, “I think Pepsi is a cool name. Nobody has that name for a bird.”
“See, that’s what I thought!” he said. Then, with a sly grin, “I came up with the name Pepsi while I was drinking a can of Coke.”
Returning the grin, I said, “Brother, that’s awesome.”
Then he gave me further evidence that my training has been working to some degree. See, recently, I’ve been showing him all this Python stuff, and Brother’s gotten really into it. And we got A Fish Called Wanda, which technically isn’t Python, but it’s got Michael and John in it (my two favorites)…so Brother told me that when he was at the flea market, looking at all the animals, he approached a tank of fish and greeted them (loudly), “Hello, K-K-K-Ken’s p-p-p-pets!”
I was rolling. Brother is awesome.
A bit later on, Brother found the old birdcage from like 15 years ago and took out some of the old ladders and stuff to clean and put in his new cage, and Psychobrat’s radar blipped on and she stormed from her room, shouting, “YOU CAN’T TAKE THAT STUFF! WHAT AM I GOING TO HAVE IF I EVER GET A BIRD!?”
I said, “If you ever get a bird? He has a bird now. We can get something else for you if you ever get your own bird.”
It actually shut her up. I was pleased.
And that’s really all that’s new for the moment.