Today's rambling: New interest in libraries
Written on Thursday, Apr. 04, 2002 at 3:32 p.m.
while feeling a bit

News flash: People are now going to the library specifically to look at porn on the Internet. I can see it now:

"Mom! I'll be back later!"
"Where are you going, honey?"
"To the library!"

And of course, the mother will beam with happiness (not to mention surprise). Her child has finally stopped hanging around with those bum friends of his, and is taking an interest in more academic pursuits! She always knew she had a smart boy!

Meanwhile, at the library, Mama's smart wittle oodums is staring, transfixed, at the computer screen. His eyes are wide with disbelief--is that position actually possible??--and his mouth is crooked in an idiotic grin. Add a little drool for effect.

Then the parents hear on the news about this new trend of people going to the library to look at porn. Suddenly, when their son tells them he's going to the library, you hear the mother yelling:

"No!! You're not allowed to be in that HOUSE OF SIN!!!!! Go to your room!!!"

And thus, Junior is left with that stack of magazines he collected.

Of course, I'm only using a boy as an example. I'm sure plenty of females are part of this new statistic of library-goers...but of course, all the attention goes to the males. Hehehe...

I've come to the conclusion that I can no longer eat pancakes. Every time I eat them now--even if I only have one or two--I become so sick to my stomach that I have to go rest for awhile because I feel like I'm going to upchuck. This is quite sad, because I've always loved pancakes. In fact, I still get cravings for them...such as this afternoon when I woke up, for instance. Awhile ago, Mom had bought this yellow plastic Bisquick bottle where all you have to do is add water, shake, and pour. Laziness, I know, but today as I was searching for something to eat, I thought that some pancakes might taste quite yoomeh.

The bottle said it made up to ten, but I got four out of it...though one of them had to be thrown out because the spatula melted. I knew I couldn't cook, but for goodness' sake, I'm probably the only person who melted their spatula while trying to make pancakes! So anyway, I'd eaten two of them--I don't even put a lot of syrup on them--and I was feeling sick.

The same thing happened when Mom and I went out for breakfast. I bought a small stack of blueberry pancakes (though of course they were huge, so it didn't matter that there were only 3), and I hadn't even gotten halfway through before I seriously thought I was going to be ill. What is WRONG with meeeeee??? I think it's mostly the syrup that makes me feel sick on my stomach. I guess I'll have to stick with cereal and salty things like omelettes and bacon-and-egg sandwiches for breakfast from now on.

*sniffles* It makes me sad.

The front of this catalogue has a picture of the Sydney Opera House...the sky's this gorgeous dark purpley-pink, and there are lights shining on the building...it makes me want to go there really really badly. I love looking at scenes like that; they're so poetic and romantic, it sort of makes my heart ache to look at them! Heh, now I'm sounding sappy. But I'd still love to go.

This is why I need to become a multi-millionaire. I'd have a really small house, and I'd use all my money to just go traveling. Whee! But that would mean that I couldn't really have any pets, because it would be mean to leave them at home so much. Gah, I can't win either way! Unless I had a private jet and took them with me. No being shoved in cargo: they could just run around the cabin! I wonder what the change in air pressure does to animals. It's uncomfortable enough for me when my ears start popping, but does it hurt animals? I once imagined trying to stow my gerbils and hamsters on board, but I thought, "Would the change in air pressure make their eardrums burst?" :oP Probably not, but I'll keep them safely grounded anyway.

The American Gerbil Society, now that it's actually a government-recognized society, is having a Virtual Show. You send in two pictures of your gerbil (one of the face, one of their whole body), and then of course they get judged, blah blah. I was thinking of entering Chloe. She's so gorgeous, I think she'd have a chance, at least.

But I'm afraid that the judging is going to be a bit biased. The winners, I think, will probably be the people who participate in the mailing list all the time and are a part of the "government". People like me, who requested to only receive mail if it was important, will be kicked to the curb regardless of how qualified their gerbils might be.

Still, it'd be worth a shot, right? I might do it. Of course by the time I decide, the deadline for registrations will be over and it won't matter anyway. *giggles*

I think I might go MUD for a few minutes, now. I just need to make sure that I don't accidentally try to attack my horse again, like I did last night! Eesh!