Saan's happy, because the puppy-glow's not faded yet, and nothing beats waking up to find out you've got a two-day schoolweek ahead of you. another thing that's got her happy is that the class assignemt today, for Latin, was the same text she got for an identical assignment last year. Which was corrected thoroughly. So despite having forgotten both vocabulary and grammar book, Saan's got good hopes for the grades. Less hope goes to her reading excercise French and her Physics test, but then again, it's nearly summer. Which is another reason to be happy.
And now Saan's going to try and force a male pregnancy.
Saan's had, as the title puts it, a quiet little Sunday. She's played a few long-time-past favorites among her small choice of computer games, fell asleep behind her schoolbooks, tried to have dessert before the actual meal and tried to plan ahead some. She sat in the back seat while her brother tried to learn how to drive. She argued with her sister and discussed some things with her mother. All things considered, not a bad day. Maybe there should be more of those.
Saan actually found a second breeder, not far from the first, who still had puppies available. These are two weeks old, at the moment, so Saan saw her soon-to-be puppy, or one of her sisters, today, but didn't get to cuddle and coo all over her because she's not really in her socialising stage yet. More at the learning to walk stage. Probably enough of a job, when you've got a second body's worth of fur to grow into. No need for Saan to go a wear her out and spill foreign non-mom scent all over her. Over the next six weeks, she'll grow from a both-hands-load into a small armload. And around then, Saan'll be taking the ninety-minute drive to Holland again, to pick her up and take her home. She'll definitely get one of the pups. For an economically painful price in Saan's bank account's point of view, since the breeder's the breeder the longest active in his country, and his dogs have won 'national champ' several times. But that also means she'll get a pup that's definitely okay with the European breeding standard. Her mom's supposed to be a real sweetheart, so a lot of people are hoping that'll breed through.
She did get to try and keep track of a twelve-week old pup (which she might have gotten, if she didn't have exams first and had the money with her) on her lap. Unlike at eight weeks old, the total sensory overload of the whole new world to explore had passed, and though its little friend (after it got clear that one pup was more than a handful, the calmer one got put in the breeder's arms) was quite calm, this little lady was quite convinced to explore the four strangers all at the same time. Saan got covered in hair, drool and wannabe-bites. Her only injury is a miniscule scratch, caused by a pair of overzealous claws when Saan was pulling the pup out from behind her mom for the umpteenth time.
So now Saan's saving newspapers for Mr. Breeder Bart, who needs them a lot.
No puppy left for Saan. Which means Saan's back to level one, and looking for other kennels who'll have puppies between the 20th of June and the1st of August.
Saan's hopeful pup is to be born tomorrow. She's got butterflies in her stomach just thinking about it, though that could also be the yoghurt.
She didn't have any homework, but she read some in her *BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!* book for French, and now wants to kill all bald female singers, and did some extra work for Chem, until her fingers cramped up enough for it to hurt.
And now she's going to kill the flutter-by's with some more strawberry-laden diary products.
Saan fell asleep today. Somewhere five minutes after coming home, 'till dinner, then again after dinner. She was lucky to get through her last two classes. And then she still had to do some translation. And got distracted while critisising soccer and all its evils. And got some bad news on Philou's blog. So there's not much (extra)ordinary news to put here. Only three more days till Friday.
Look at this. Saan's WWI cake, complete with Saan, trenches, 17-21 soldiers, barbed wire (okay, so stretched out wire-wire) and sandbags. To be eaten tomorrow, unless it dries out to badly. All her homework's done. Maybe she should go shower, since she smells like fresh laundry (because if you borrow professional equipment, it's cleaned. Professionally.), chocolate cake (so much chocolate cake) and butter.
Counting down to: -Decorating the cake tomorrow -Putting the teensie weensie soldiers in the trenches -The birth of the puppies -Her group project for RE.
Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees... + WWI... Culinary style!
(Saan's not giving up on her blog. Things are just being ultimately wonky at school, home and on her pc. Four days slipped by unnoticed, honestly!)
Saan unexpectly went out with Yif and Li'll Miss H. to an arboretum in the north-something of the country with Project Pi. Saan managed to surpass the limits of one muscle in her neck before the chaperone (who missed the train by seconds) arrived. She's out of practice for the 'run, fight, pounce, peck on the cheek' move she developed for interfamily warfare when she was eight, and used for the following two years. The morning got spent kissing boys and whining that her neck hurt. She helped plant some seeds for the hopefully soon-to-be flower clock (Whoo! first time ever attempted anywhere, though Linnaeus worked out all the theory), ate of a plant she's sorely missed seeing since she was eleven or so (Oxalis acetocella) and bounced along through the tree gardens. The afternoon was dedicated to waterpainting (yes, be afraid) flowers and plants found. The plan was to make a botanically acceptable drawing, and paint it. Saan's sketch was almost good, but her total inability to mix waterpaints made her develop the Bellis perennis prodigiosis or the Native Australian Daisy, also known as 'Saan's Totally Made Up Daisy-Variety'. To make it complete, she put some impulsive dot-painting and a little would-be scientific babble next to it and signed with 'The Staff & Project Pi'. The day got concluded with healthy (Booooo!) food the Pi-sters had picked themselves. Saan had savaged some rosemary, rhubarb and chives for the meal. Botanic Water (a kind of herb-soda pop) didn't really fit Saan's tastes. Too tea-like.
She also got started on her bit for her group's WWI project: cake. Saan's completely miswired psyche has etched the link 'World War' goes to 'Chocolate Cake' onto her very cortex. This makes for excellent ideas when teachers wish for creativity, but strange replies on tests. The first chocolate-cake related project were muffins with candy and strange icing, made to represent carts used for physical labour by holocausted people during World War II. It made complete sense at the time, and she got 80% for it. Now, it's five years later, and suddenly History classes start revitalising the WW-CC-link. This time, Saan's group is given the job to do anything creative, preferably vaguely related to the build of and the life in the trenches during WWI. Hear the evil laugh in the distance. So now, Saan('s mom) has sweet-talked Saan's uncle (who is a professional baker/patissier) into baking a 40 by 60 cm large, soft, chocolate cake. Saan & mom spent the evening digging out the foundations of the project (ie. trenches). Leftover cake bits got shipped off to the Big Bro's circle of friends, because everyone likes chocolate cake. Decorating will take place tomorrow, or on Monday evening.
Saan would be very happy if anyone were to have an idea for edible sand bags.
Saan's li'll sis had her big day today. In short, Saan got up waaaayyy too early and hasn't had a moment to herself in the following thirteen hours or so. Her throat hurts, all family's left and her head hurts. She's even more tired than last night and still she's filling out her blog first thing, because she knows she'll forget if she doesn't do it now.
For once, Saan didn't overeat. And she didn't stain anything. She did get three rubber ducks on keychains out of it, with all candy still attatched. She did a few things with poi in front of family, and had fun doing it. She also nearly fell asleep over her barbecue, so she's just going to feed TheSeals and go to sleep, since her free day once more completely slipped through her fingers.
Note: it's late and Saan's wonky spelling shows it.
Saan's back from Ypres, and she's aching because of her *expletetive deleted* backpack and stiff walking shoes. She filled out all her questions and made several useful discoveries for later in life.
Such as there are: -In an open field, you've got several 'on your right's -'Known Unto God' and 'Their Glory Shall Not Be Blotted Out' are not the sort of sweet nothings a family puts at the bottom of a gravestone. It's Kipling. -There's a subtle difference between an oak and a poplar. Especially if there's several dozens of miles between the oak and the poplar, and you're looking for the wrong nationality for the graveyard. -There are two British soldiers buried in the German Langemark cemete-cemetar-cemre-ceme-graveyard. Other way round: there are several German soldiers buried in several British War Commision graveyards. -The only good thing to come of the first World War are gas masks and several job opportunities in the War Graves Commision, the Poppy-Club-Thingy-With-A-Name-Saan-Forgot and the Belgian West-Flanders' war tourism economy. -Ypres needs more good, cheap eating locations. And ice parlors. -Talbot House has several nicely chosen witticisms on the walls, and has a side-function as a short-term hostel-like thingy. -Nine million people died in the WOI, for practically nothing. -That the first world war broke out is a disgrace, as is the outbreak of the second. War's a vile, hideous thing that brings out the worst in people because they think it's for the best, when it's only for the selfish pride of a nation. War has never solved anything. The only thing it's done, is bring the boy next door to his death at age fifteen, and have what little remains to be buried in a grave with no name, and never have his parents know if he was still alive.
Tomorrow, Saan's gone off to Ypres, without a camera, because people yell at her if she does.She's taken one big book and two baby-books, pen and paper on top of what she had to take. She spent her entire day making schoolwork (and now is officially done until Wednesday afternoon) and looking like crazy for her letter with everything she needed for Ypres. In the end, she just called St. Fi and asked what she needed to bring. She lost several hours to one round of Kou-jong on neopets. Now all she's got to do is shower, get some water for tomorrow, get her mom's stuff and go to sleep.
I want to run through the halls of my high school--I want to scream at the top of my lungs
The end of the schoolyear's supposed to be wonky, and get wonkier each year, but Saan's schooldiary's gotten way out of hand. Her homework's nearly finished (just some extra chem homework and a paper for Latin), but Saan's still got the feeling that everything is starting to grow over her head. Ypres, family party, Wednesday with PE. No choices for Saan.
She had to go look for shoes and didn't find any, because they all were too big, too narrow, both, ugly or too uncomfortable. And Saan doubts there's still more time to find a pair of silver Crocs, Mary Jane style. (To placate Yif: less chunky, less holes, more skin showing) She does have an outfit for the party, with the necklace she saw last week, but didn't buy, and then got today.
Saan doesn't ever want to go shopping again when she's having her period. A top that barely fit halfway the month suddenly is a perfect fit. That little bloaty thing successfully tore down more of her self-confidence that changing rooms and neon lighting usually manage.
Her toe is starting to heal, according to her dad, so there's some good news too.
Family barbecue happened tonight, which means Saan's entire body is on the edge. She's practically shaking behind the pc, and everyone's left already. God save her for Tuesday. And pray for good weather while you're at it, so she can wear her sandals instead of the yucky white shoes.
Saan's not-finished homework from last night almost didn't get finished. It started when Saan nearly was late for school (2 minutes or so to spare) and so ended up still scrambling around her locker for her books when the bell rang. Because she had clean-up duty for history, she lost half her recess to getting rid of the paper waste. She did manage a rough outline for her missed homework. Luckily, the chemistry teacher let everyone go earlier than normal, after failing Saan for the second time this year, and giving extra excercises. Everyone had bad results for the test. She went to the park, finished her missed homework, got a comic book she had to pick up and came into the school with enough time left to use the toilet and finish reading the comic.
More trouble came this evening, when studying for Dutch took longer than expected (Saan still isn't so very confident about it) and she ended up finishing around half past nine. Maths gave her enough problems for 20 minutes of suffering, but Latin ent fairly smoothly.
So for once today's post is short because Saan really didn't have time for anything more. But at least she pinned the homework monster at last.
Saan has, for once, finished all her homework (except for the parts she couldn't do) before nine pm. She's now hunting for NP on neopets while she waits until the fish tank's filled again before taking her shower. Neopets is being just strange, and Saan's pc isn't very keen on this kind of strange. The webpages load at a snail's pace, while all other things run smooth as can be. The web pages stop responding at odd moments. And then it acts semi-normally, before playing a bit with the speed of the connection.
And Saan is, on top of all the unusuality, freaking herself out by typing blind, unless she notices.
Saan's just back from the beauty parlor (okay, lie, she's just back from her two minutes of Latin translation, but before that, she was just back from the beauty parlor) from getting waxed. Not head to toe, but her two (...or is it four? ) most bothery bits. Apparently, she bled. She didn't quite notice it, but it's starting now her body's no longer under siege and is slowly returning to its habitual functions, like sweating. Her legs, however are smooth as can be, and this time probably without three days of sticky legs or at the cost of two inches of scar tissue. Hurrah for paid selective hygienical care.
The only uncertain bit is if Saan's allergic to the lotion the nice lady used. Saan should probably have pointed out dermatological allergies at some point before the woman started smearing three different kinds of *stuff* on her. So far, no insane urges to scratch the skin of her bones, so it's probably safe. Professionals usually get access to all the stuff that works properly, smells good and doesn't make you turn twenty shades of red. Mere mortals have to make do with one or two of those options.
Another thing Saan discovered when she was staring down her legs with her mom and the lady was that her un-operated toenail's grown in and gotten itself infected. This time, it's broken habit and gone to the inside of her toe. Saan doesn't feel anything much of it.
Now all she has to do is put on her long skirt and loooooove the feel of it on her legs.
Saan's looking to the future, in a small way. She's bought a small notepad and is now working off the ugly and irregular TROLLZ lines with leftover pictures, quotes and comics from her schoolbook-project, and halves of empty pages, of different kinds of paper and lining. So now she has a scrapbook-like contraption, in which she can doodle, read, watch and try to be funny when a teacher gets sick. The only real reason she's on her pc now is to print out a few more un-colored chibis in carbon copy format to paste alongside the empty pages.
Kine today proclaimed Saan ready for a whole two week gap in her therapy, meaning that if she's as good as today or better by then, it'll be the last session.
This week is gonna be busy busy busy. And next week has her little sister's party and a whole day of Ypres to look forward to, with the Ypres-day (day before the party) ending at 22.15 because of the Last Post. Saan, the zombie, might be called from its mental grave.
And the week after, the litter of puppies from which Saan might get one is scheduled to be born.
Which means Saan's back to level one, and looking for other kennels who'll have puppies between the 20th of June and the1st of August.
She's got butterflies in her stomach just thinking about it, though that could also be the yoghurt.
Look at this. Saan's WWI cake, complete with Saan, trenches, 17-21 soldiers, barbed wire (okay, so stretched out wire-wire) and sandbags. To be eaten tomorrow, unless it dries out to badly. All her homework's done. Maybe she should go shower, since she smells like fresh laundry (because if you borrow professional equipment, it's cleaned. Professionally.), chocolate cake (so much chocolate cake) and butter.
) most bothery bits. Apparently, she bled. She didn't quite notice it, but it's starting now her body's no longer under siege and is slowly returning to its habitual functions, like sweating. Her legs, however are smooth as can be, and this time probably without three days of sticky legs or at the cost of two inches of scar tissue. Hurrah for paid selective hygienical care. 
Saan doesn't feel anything much of it.
