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• 01:04 Gah, think I'm losing my voice. Throat is swollen and I sound like a teen boy whose voice is breaking. Talking is amusing but painful.

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• 20:27 brb am dead from flu (no hog-o)
• 02:49 No pokemonthallucinations but odd dream about being fat hawaiian guy at boatshow. Improvement? Maybe

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• 13:34 Today is just not a good day to be my fingers
• 19:29 I fail really really hard at word association games ):

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• 04:02 Talked for six hours straight, throat dead, MANY laughs (: good times

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• 17:03 It's time
• 17:53 R.I.P. Muff -- 1998 - 2OO9
• 17:55 I feel better now (: No pain anymore

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Today, at roughly 5:30PM, we put Muff to sleep.

I made the decision earlier this morning; he showed no interest at all in his food and when he opened his mouth, his tongue was quite swollen and purple. He could barely eat, he couldn't drink, and cleaning himself was an impossibility. It was simply cruel to try and keep him alive; my mum initially thought we should wait until Tuesday but I didn't want him starving all over the long weekend. So that's that.

Muff spent the whole day sitting outside, following a patch of sunlight across the garden. He came in eventually and I cleaned him up as much as possible, then we took him to the vet.

I envisioned that scenario multiple times; I always thought it would be just my mother and I trying to hold back tears. In actuality, my entire family was there (yes, dad and Rory too!) and all of us were shedding tears unabashed. I really appreciated having everyone there, it really made things easier.

He went really quickly, less than ten seconds and he was out. I was glad it was so quick; he's been through so much these past five weeks that a swift, painless death would be the best thing for him.

It's taking a little while to sink in because I keep feeling his essence still around. Like, I'll walk down the hall and see him crouched there, or I'll be in the bathroom when he pops his head in to say 'hi'. But I do understand that he's gone, and I'm going to miss him so so much. He was my best friend for eleven whole years; there was not one moment that I felt anything but pure affection for him. It was hard to let him go, but it's for the best.

I'm feeling a little drained right now, but I know I'm going to be okay. Sometime this week, I'll put up a photopost showcasing the Best of Muff, haha~ He was such a brilliant cat; if I could upload him to the internet for everyone to enjoy, I would do so in a heartbeat. But alas!

Anyway, thanks for all the support you've been giving me lately <3 I appreciate it more than words can express! You're all so brilliant, thank you so much <3

R.I.P
Muff
Always and forever my baby-meow
1998 -- 2009

BUSY COUPLE OF WEEKS O:

First off, I finished uni for the semester on Friday. MAN, the last four months have just flown past, seriously. It seems like just yesterday I was figuring out train schedules, ah. Anyway, I've got a couple of exams in June but aside from that, things are going smoothly. I'm going to miss my lecture friends, though. We didn't get well accquainted enough to exchange phone numbers and/or email addresses, ah. Although I know for a fact that I'll be in a lecture or two with MY GOOD BUDDY LACHLAN. Haha, MAN he is kickarse. Last Tuesday, we sang Schadenfreude from Avenue Q all the way to the station, just BELTING IT OUT and that was followed by Everyone's A Little Bit Racist. We then moved on to If You Were Gay, which included me singing "hey, guess what? I'm gay!" at some dude on the platform :B We got about halfway into The Internet Is For Porn before his train came. BUT YEAH awesome times. Schadenfreude was incredible -- that was the only one we knew all the lyrics flawlessly for. Man, kickarse!

As for my kitty, he passed the three-week mark on Friday and he's still going strong! The vet thought he wouldn't last five days but HAHAHA WHO'S THE VET NOW

And, remember how my brother ran into some trouble down on the ol' steam engine? Apparently they've already caught two of the culprits and are planning on getting them to identify the others O: FEEL THE SWIFT HAND OF JUSTICE.

And today I saw Star Trek. IT WAS REALLY REALLY COOL okay :D My mother, a Trekkie, was very pleased and the results and was pleased that they didn't "go stupid with special effects". So yeah, it was very enjoyable! My inner Trekkie has been awoken and it craves MORE.

Also today, I camped out with Victoria for a little while for AC/DC tickets! She had set up a chair outside the local newsagent and was first in line, haha! When I got there at about quarter to nine this evening, there was about fifteen people lined up behind her. One guy was reading all these magazines like Ralph and Zoo and whatnot, SOFTCORE PORN RAGS, and was pulling all these hilarious expressions, haha! Anyway, I hung around with her for about four hours -- we went down to the primary school and mucked around on the equipment, telling each other freaky stories and whatnot. Then we hopped in her car and drove down to Macca's and got some chips, singing AC/DC's THUNDERSTRUCK into the intercom at the drive-thru :B Man, I wish I had the money to go to AC/DC, they just rock! Anyway, we had a good time and a good old catch-up! Camping out for tickets is absurdly fun, haha! My mum brought us some hot chocolate (aaw!) and a bogan-like guy and his girlfriend were hanging around all like "man, are youse waiting for Acca-Dacca tickets?" "You gotta be shittin' me!" The guy told us that he "threw all my tickets in the bin in '96!" and "they'd get thrown in the bin if I got 'em!" And the girl apparently 'knew' one of them and was talking about all of us paying top dollar or something... I DUNNO they were funny :B

Anyway, I am most exhausted and going to collapse in bed. Live long, prosper, and for those about to rock, I salute you.

BUT WAIT FINALLY! Last thing, I gotta share this:

I WANT IT.

YOU KNOW Pokémon Platinum has just been eating my life lately.

I've been doing that THING where I assign ridiculously detailed personalities and backgrounds to my Pokés but now more than ever am I getting the urge to WRITE IT ALL DOWN.

OR MAKE A COMIC OF IT or something.

I DUNNO one of these days...

MORAL OF THE STORY IS play Pokémon and we can like trade or something I can write you some funny mail come on it will be great we'll have a good time!

Spot Review of: 30 Rock
By: my mum

"I don't get these shows where everyone has to act like... like blingwads. I mean, they're all dorks; there's this dork, and that dork, and the funny dork, and... it's like all the actors have been stolen and replaced with flailing muppets from Planet What-The-Hell."


_{"Mum, what the hell is a blingwad?"
"It's one of those... you know."
"No, I don't."
"You know, I can't be hip and drive the car at the same time!"}

I'm not fond of meeting new people, unless they're people I'll never see again. I'd rather NOT meet a friend's cousins, but if some cokehead comes up to me and starts chatting... HELLS YEAH.

Seriously, I was waiting to catch the train home when this chick dressed in... well, interesting attire comes up and checks the train times. And, naturally, she strikes up a conversation with little ol' me. She asks me what Richmond (the suburb we're in) is like, what the spots to avoid are, then when I told her I didn't really know, she tells me she has a "sixth sense for those kinds of spots, y'know, Drongo Central. I can tell when drongos are around.".

She tells me about this party that she's going to with her friends and how all the trains and trams are doing her head in, and when I said "once you get used to going in and out of the city, it becomes second nature" she cuts in with "oh, mate, I've been around the city!" According to her, Lygon Street is "real classy, you won't run into trouble there" but Bourke Street at night "is a place where you really gotta hold on to your snatch".

I don't know if she noticed my Support Gay Marriage badge or not, but she started talking about her friend who was "really like a full-on gay". Whom she has "done the cunny with, you know?". I assumed she meant cunnilingus. She tells me that her aunt and her mother think she's better off not associating with "thems kinds of people" because "if you're too emotionally dependant on 'em you could end up being a bit that way yourself". She tells me that's how she got to 'do the cunny' with her friend; "I was really emotional which happens 'cause I do a lot of blow". Before I can respond, she continues "my friend did too, that's why she sleeps with too many girls. I don't know how you can sleep with TOO many girls because... Jee-zuz, girls can be dynamite, yanno? But she thinks she sleeps with too many 'cause she's coked up. I don't even know, it's like having too much air or something. ... I prefer dudes but the same thing applies, you can never have too much of either. You know?"

In about five minutes, I found out more about this chick than I ever would have dared to ask.
She had this weird kind of wisdom about her, I have no idea how to describe it.
She could have taught me much but alas, my train came and we thumbs-upped each other as a goodbye salute.

Dear Strange Blue-and-Pink Outfit Lady;
I barely knew you but you were extremely interesting.
Just for you, I'll hold onto my snatch when I go down Bourke Street at night.
ROCK ON.

It's kind of funny to think about; a week ago I was seriously thinking that my cat would have been put down by now.

Muff's doing REALLY well, which pleases me to no end. He's still sleeping, going outside, being stupid, and so on and he can still eat by himself (albeit with some struggle). If we cut his food into really little pices, he can pick them up but it's easier to just sit him down and put wet food in a syringe. He's become really good with syringe feedings; he just sits there and opens his mouth which makes a VAST change from last week. Both mum and I had to hold him down and open his mouth in order to get food into him. These days, he's as calm as a lamb. Of course, I'm still thinking of our time left together in weeks but I'm a lot more optimistic than I was when I first got the news. Keep wishing us well! <3

And in a little bit of non-kitty news, I was thinking of doing another COOKING ADVENTURE sometime this week. Just for something to do, yanno -- aside from uni, I barely do jack. SO that'll be fun!

SO YEAH here's hoping for a good week~

Today's events and thoughts in Tweet-form!

• 05:10 I have reached the so-sick-I'm-delerious-and-shivering-stage and all my hallucinations are about Pokemon. Am texting to keep sane
• 05:13 If I don't come home it's because my catchratio w/ poison factor is greater than the sum of my and whem. I'm in the SAFARI WZONE notmaki ...
• 05:16 Why iós my phne siowing me legend of the dogfaced woman and a'm dea
• 05:16 f? No snund!
• 05:17 Going to bed where nts d mdmd
• 05:17 Going to bed where nts d mdmd IF I DIE I WAS POISON
• 08:43 GUESS WHO LIVED THROUGH THE NIGHT :D :D :D Take that FLU.
• 08:44 The meaning behind hallucinations: they were moulding me into various shapes to be part of some big machine, The Bigger Picture. MAKES SENSE

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Derp derp. SOME GOOD NEWS O:

Muff's doing well! He's becoming very accepting of his food-syringes and will just sit there as you squirt them into his mouth. Messy, but as least we can feed him! And he's pretty much acting like his normal self; whining, stalking Ash, sleeping in strange places... so all is well!

And last night, for the first time since late February, I met up with the GALPALS. Well, just Victoria and Nadine -- Greta couldn't make it due to work. DAMN HER AND HER MONEY. But yes, we met up at Nadine's house, took a train into the city and went to Odeon which is where we went last time for Victoria's birthday. But before we even got there, we had to play Twenty Questions with this drunk guy. Well, he asked US twenty questions. And they were all the same one. "Which way do I have to go to get to Caulfield? This train goes to Caulfield? Okay, 'cause I need to go to McKinnon. Is this train going to Caulfield? I need to show youse somethin', this goes to Caulfield? Okay, I need to change at Caulfield... this train goes to Calfield, right?" Dhrrr. Annoying!

But we had fun UP IN TH' CLUB. Got there about 11:30PM, had a drank, then grooved until the live band came. Same band as last time, Adam 12, and they were great! It was quite an amusing evening; while Adam 12 was playing, some chick got up on the stage and was dancing with the security guard as he tried to pull her off, hah. And these three chicks in front of us, these FAUXBIANS, were totally grinding against each other and boob grabbing right in front of us. And then, when some guy with a bigarse camera came around to take their picture, I stuck my face in (: When that guy checks his photos out, he's going to find one of three girls standing around posing, and one chick with a big "8>" face in the background. Hurhurhur, I'm such a jerk :B

I had a good time, though. My shoes totally shredded my feet, though, and now they are MORE BLISTER THAN FOOT. Ugh. But hey, the dancing was great! No touchy-feeling drunk dudes trying to drag us around like last time, although a guy did try to get Nadine's number. He was dancing with her for a bit, and he would've been around thirty, and then followed us around a bit |: When we went off the dance floor to get drinks, he followed us and was just sort of... standing there. But Nadine was all "OH I HAS BOYF lol sry" and he shook our hands in defeat and went off. BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME, CLUBGUY (:

Butyeah. Got home at about 3AM and went straight to bed, pretty much! All in all, not a bad evening. I didn't mind Odeon as much as last time -- I think my shoes, while painful, were marginally better than the ones I wore previously. THAT and no drunk guys trying to grab my hand and pull me around. No one touched me this time, apart from the accidental bump I got while groovin'. I defended my dance turf like a pro, dammit.

Anyway. HAVE SOMETHING that's been stuck in my head for the past few days! 8)

The vet called this morning and confirmed that it was a carcinoma. Inoperable, too -- they wouldn't be able to remove it without taking off half his face, and it's on the move anyway. She's given him an antibiotic that should last two weeks but once that wears off, the cancer will get into his bloodstream and so on, so forth.

We've developed a method of feeding him via syringe which he actually quite enjoys because he can neither scoop food up with his tongue or chew very efficiently, so we're just going to continue with that until he's unable to do that anymore. Then we'll see.

I'm feeling a little upset, but not as useless anymore. I think the main problem was that he was starving hungry and I couldn't feed him, until my mum shoved wet food into a syringe. So we're not feeling as useless about the whole thing; we'll keep feeding him every day until his time comes.

Personally, I'm praying for some kind of miracle remission or a case where it just stays there but... pipe dreams, eh? Anyway.

Wish us all luck!

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• 07:14 I finally found something that sums up my feelings on swine flu PERFECTLY: www.pown.it/265?r=338465
• 18:20 Muff's got cancer.
• 02:27 Utterly elated! Finally found a way to succesfully feed my babymeow. We're not licked yet!!

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So, um.

In March, my beloved cat of eleven years, Muff, started drooling. Not just happytime drool, he'd drool while he was sleeping, and recently it just started happening all the time. It was rare to see him NOT drooling. He had also been losing weight around his hindquaters; he's always had a really fat arse but as of late it just vanished. So, three weeks ago, we took him to the vet. Our vet gave him a good check-up, checked his gums and teeth, but couldn't see anything so he came home.

He didn't seem to be getting any better, but thankfully he wasn't getting any worse. That is, until a few days ago when I saw him trying to claw at something inside his mouth. He punctured something in there and it started bleeding, so we went back to the vet. The vet took a look underneath his tongue and there was a large ulcer-like thing. So, he was kept overnight for observation and they were going to sedate him and check it out the next day.

Yesterday, I got a call from the vet. She was saying that they couldn't find any foreign bodies or wounds that would have caused infections in his mouth, and she suggested that it would probably be squamous cell carcinoma -- a common cancer found in cats. She said she'd do a biopsy to confirm, but if it was a carcioma then, because it had become aggressive, the life expectancy wouldn't be great. She told us we'd have the results on Monday.

Today, we went to pick Muff up. The assistant looked over at the screen and said "yes, it's a carcinoma". Naturally, this threw my mother and myself. Apparently they had got the results back earlier than expected. The vet's going to give us a call tomorrow morning to discuss our options, but my mother was saying that she had already been told that putting Muff to sleep sooner rather than later would be the best option.

She suggested a week. I scoffed, saying "well, we'll just see!" but tonight, seeing him struggle to eat and drink thanks to his infected mouth...

I really think it would be cruel to keep him around for much longer.

He's dehydrated and hungry but he can't eat a lot thanks to his mouth and I really don't want him to suffer much more. I've been trying not to think about it, because I had such high hopes, and my mother suggested that the assistant might have gotten it wrong but... as much as I'd like to believe that, he's STILL got something in his mouth that's impairing his food and drink intake.

He's my baby, and I really really don't want to let him go. He was meant to live until he was at least fifteen. I didn't want him to go like this, slowly starving to death.

Tomorrow, the vet will give us our options but if it's serious then he probably won't last the week.

I don't really know how to end this.
I just feel like rewinding the clock back to a time where this didn't matter anymore.

GUYS GUYS GUYS

Okay, every year there's the Melbourne International Comedy Gala which is a big gala of international comedians. NO DUH. Anyway, comedians come from all over the globe and locally to put on their shows and my cousin was one of them! I don't know how many of you know, but my cousin is an up-and-comer in the comedic circuit and she is really going well!

Why do I think that? Because, she won this year's The Age Critics' Award! Eeee~ And only a few years ago did she win the Comedy Gala's Best Raw Recruit, ahaha. I'M JUST SO PROUD ;__;

Anyway, don't take my word for it -- see for yourself!

Update on the whole Rory situation: mostly good! Went down to the police office on Thursday night because the constable had finished writing up his report -- all Rory had to do was correct any errors and sign it. A detective who called a few days ago asking about details on the time etc said that the video footage was very clear and they'll probably be able to catch these guys. At most, the constable said they're looking at a warning but if they have priors, then it's community service. And again, depending on their priors it may be community service or it may be juvie. So, we'll see!

Anyway, tonight after cooking dinner I decided to bake a cake! The rest of the family was out at Rory's friend's house for a birthday dinner with his parents, so I got to stay home alone, haha. My boredom resulted in me finding a box of cake mix and I had my camera handy, sooo... Let's Cook With Mossy! For the inner cooking spaz in us all (:

( Let's Cake! )

man I want to cook more just so I can take photos of it and pester you guys, srsly

So today, I spent nearly half an hour trying to rescue a mouse from my cat's clutches. Ash was determined to get this thing and toy with it, so I had to fend him off with one hand while trying to coax the little mouse into a tin without hurting it/frightening it even more with the other hand. I finally manage to scoop the little thing up, I run around to the backyard, and dig a little hole under the fence for the mouse to to through. He bolts under the fence and into the neighbour's garage, and I quickly fill the hole so Ash can't stick his paws under and nab him.

Mission accomplished, I head inside for a Skittle break.

Exactly an hour later, I look outside to see Ash standing at the top of the seven-foot high fence with something small and brown clamped between his jaws. It's the exact same (albeit much more dead) mouse.

Moral of the story is; cats are persistant little bastards!

PS: He left the now-headless mouse in my shoe for me to find minutes before I had to go out. Thanks, Ash.

WOO NEWS. NEWS.
I don't have any news.
But stuff HAS been happening, like my brother getting attacked on the train on Friday O: ( Read on! Mit diagrams! And swear words ooooh O: )

So, all in all, a very busy couple of days! Today wasn't, though. Although I did go to the movies with my mum and Rory and there was a dude getting blown in the row in front of us. The usher totally cockblocked him though and they got kicked out. KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS, CHILDREN.

YEESH. What with aneurysms, heart attacks, random twelve-hour memory loss spells, seriously squabbling siblings, a sick cat, and random train attacks... my family is just one big lightning rod for drama!