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at school, mariella didn't have many friends. the girls, they all looked at her and they thought she was quite strange - and the boys, they're not really into girls at that age - and the teachers, they thought mariella was just going through a phase. but mariella just smiled as she skipped down the road, because she knew all the secrets in her world. yes, she always got the crossword puzzle right everyday, and she could do the alphabet backwards without making any mistakes. mariella, mariella, pretty, pretty girl. mariella, mariella, happy in her own little ( world. )
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[January 25; 01:17am] |
My father took me to see Wicked last night, which was absolutely amazing. It was one of those rare theatrical performances that manages to strike a harmonious balance of funny, emotional and intelligent. I haven't had such a good time with my father in ages. It made me want to watch The Wizard of Oz, so I've got it downloading at the moment. It used to be my favourite childhood movie. I've always been a bit obsessed with Judy Garland.
Speaking of downloading, I'm pathetically excited that my favourite TV shows are coming back. I'm turning into Dani. I'm about to watch the first episode of season five of Lost, and I watched the first episode of season three of Skins earlier which was amazing. I'm not sure if any of you have watched Skins since it's an English TV show, but it's a great comedy type drama that focuses on the lives of a group of college-age kids. It has a new cast this series and I already love them.
This entry was such a whole load of crap. I babble way too much. Okay, Lost time now! Hope you're all having good weekends.
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[January 11; 10:33am] |
Even though I maintain that my little sister is obnoxious and spoilt, she did greet me with a very cute banner when I landed at JFK on Sunday. It said 'welcome home Eden' and had a lot of pink glitter on it. Then during the car ride home my father guilted me about spending Christmas in England. I love how he pretends to be hurt despite the fact he had 18 years to spend a Christmas with me before I moved out here, and he didn't bother. sdlkfjsdkljf Ugh. Tom is right, he's kind of an asshole whether he throws money at us or not.
Anyway. I'm surprisingly enjoying being back at work and college, despite how nice it was to laze around and gain weight for a couple of weeks. I'm a routine person, though, so in some ways I prefer getting up and knowing my schedule for that day. Yes, I'm 50. Don't judge me.
I'm going to go for a run with my dog now while the streets are still relatively quiet. I'll see you all at the office tomorrow morning. Can't wait.
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[December 30; 11:29am] |
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We finally convinced my Dad to take a few days out of the office, so I'm currently in Yorkshire where my family and I have rented a house for the new year. The house is huge (though it would have to be to fit 12 adults, 3 children and 6 dogs) and it has a massive open fireplace in the lounge. It's so cozy. It also has a private lake and 4 reception rooms. We're stupidly lucky to have such a hard-working and generous dad.
My mum has made a rule that the TV is only allowed on for 2 hours a day, so we're really making the most out of spending this time as a family. It's nice to sit round the fire and chat during the evenings, wonder into town and find lunch in a pub, play board games and take the dogs out for walks during the day. I'm enjoying myself, even if my friends at home assure me I'm going to be missing a great night getting 'wasted' at a club in London tomorrow.
So our new year's plans so far are to see 2009 in with a bottle of champagne, though Mum and Dad aren't too sure about whether or not my 13 year old brother will be able to partake. I'm guessing they'll have had a little too much wine by that point and not really care when the clock strikes midnight, but I suppose we'll soon find out. I love my family so much. I never want this holiday to end, I'm going to miss them horribly when I'm back in New York. Have a happy New Year, everyone.
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[December 26; 10:59am] |
It's 11am on Boxing Day here in England, and my family are about to set off on our annual Boxing Day Walk. We pick one of the plethora of fields around us and take ourselves and the dogs for a nice, crisp walk, stopping halfway at a pub for lunch. It helps burn off some of the sluggishness from overeating the day before.
I'm still quite jetlagged, I feel as if I should still be asleep at the moment, but it's lovely to catch up with everyone. I went out on Christmas Eve with my old school friends to a cheesy club near my home and we danced all night to bad holiday songs. I also got hit on my a large, older man in a Santa hat, but no one needs to know that.
Anyway, I hope you all had lovely Christmases, or lovely December 25ths if you don't celebrate.
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[December 19; 04:04pm] |
The hardest thing about raising puppies definitely isn't staying up all night with their mum while she's in labour, or setting an alarm to go off at 2am, 4am and 6am during the first week to check they're okay. It isn't staying home as much as possible or finding someone to 'puppysit'. It isn't cleaning up copious amounts of puppy waste, keeping track of who has had what food, who should be eating more food and who has eaten too much food. It isn't working with the alpha and the runt to achieve balance, socialising them at every oppertunity, crushing up worming tablets, booking vet appointments or making a single person's attention stretch to nine dogs. The hardest thing is most definitely saying goodbye.
I have four days left with the puppies. I'm writing this at the moment on my bedroom floor with Sheba sleeping pressed up next to me and all eight puppies either sprawled across my legs or romping across my feet. There's really nothing that beats getting home from college or work every day to be greeted by nine wagging tails, so it's going to be really strange with them all gone. You'd think that spending the past 22 years living with a mother that breeds GSDs as her profession would make it easy, but it really hasn't. I'll probably cry when the last one goes just like I did last year, which was immensly awkward. Still, I have to remember that eight families are going to have the pleasure of raising a puppy this Christmastime, and that isn't a sad thought at all.
( My last ever picspam. You can all breathe a sigh of relief. )
In non-puppy-related news, I'm looking forward to the Christmas party tonight. Does anyone know if it's formal or semi-formal?
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[November 23; 04:54am] |
The puppies played in the garden for the first time today. Their Dad came to visit so we took them outside so they could have a little romp. And because I have nothing else to update about, here are some pictures.
( Click for cuteness. )
Their personalities are really starting to shine now. I have to tell myself every day that I don't have the space for another dog. It's not easy!
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[November 12; 02:07am] |
I wish I had something of substance to update about, but unfortunately my life is extremely boring at the moment. Having 8 tiny puppies in the house means I have little to no social life. I'm booking my plane ticket to London soon, which is exciting, though my father is trying his hardest to put a dampener on things by pretending to act hurt that I'm not spending Christmas with him. Although he ignores the fact that there have been twenty one Christmases where he could've easily flown to London to be with us, and he chose not to.
Anyway, I'm really looking forward to getting back to my family. I know I'll miss Manhattan when I graduate, but I still can't help but be excited that I'll be living back in England within the next couple of years. Living in America has been a real experience, but to quote Dorothy, there's no place like home.
( Locked to TJ )
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[October 29; 02:06am] |
My dog is due to give birth pretty soon - probably within the next 3-5 days. So I put an ad up on a couple of good websites I go on pretty often, since I figured it was a good idea to get homes organised as soon as possible. That's what my Mum always does, and she's been breeding for about thirty years now - plus it's nice if the new owners can visit a couple of times and get to know the puppies and the mother, and you can send them photos of the puppy's development and stuff over the nine weeks before they're ready to go to their new homes.
So anyway. I've had a few replies so far, the majority from people who sounded like timewasters, but there was one reply that I just received and... wow. This is it, word-for-word:
hi, r german shepherds the dogs who get really aggressive around kids?? i really want one of the brown and black ones but i have a kid. i think their really nice looking dogs though so i really want 1. pls let me no. also how big do they get?? thx!
Words fail me.
And, please, if you know anyone who is seriously looking to buy a German Shepherd puppy, let me know. I sound self-righteous and arsey in this post, but eh. I don't care.
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