This Eye Thing? It SUCKS!!!!!

Yeah, so I have that stupid eye problem again.  Stupid allergies, stupid redness, stupid itching.  I hate it!

So, anyway.  My credit card bill should becoming soon.  I can see how much I owe and pay that off.  Then I can start saving for Mike’s gift.  And sucky, sucky, SUCKY thing, Dan’s not gonna be able to contribute anything.  So I gotta save up what his share was going to be.  On the upside, my parents said they would cover whatever I couldn’t and it would just be that much more I owe them.  Still sucks, but it means I can still pull this off.

Oh, you know wat’s weird?  On Sunday, they have Family Guy episodes on.  That’s not the weirdthing.  The weird thing is that they claim them to be new shows, but they’re not.  They were on that third season DVD I borrorwed from Karl at work.

You know another odd thing?  Th past few weeks, I’ve been sporadically having dreams about Mike Keller.  Again.  And one common theme I’ve found in them is that we’ll be arguing, or even completely ignoring one another, and then something happens where I end up saying something that just stops him cold.  Then we start talking and we end up getting along and becoming really close.  Or at least we’re on our way to being really close when the dream ends.

Odd, huh?  I guess I’d still like it if that could happen, but I haven’t pursued anything as far as he goes in awhile.  I honestly don’t see a point to it.  I mean, he obviously doesn’t see me as anyone he’d spend any time with outside of a place like Game Factory.  He doesn’t initiate E-mails, he refuses to come to anything that could even remotely be considered a party, so what’s the point?

::Sighs::  I don’t know.  I suppose to some degree, I still like him, but right now, it’s nothing more than a twinge of ‘oh, yeah.  Him.’

I wish I could find a guy I liked, who liked me, but I’m not seeing much hope for it.  I think I’m just gonna wind up as ‘that old lady down the street who has a million birds.’

Oh, yeah.  That’s another thing.  Pidgey.  He’s really cute, and he can wistle, and do imitations of other birds, which is pretty cool, actually.  And he imitates the whistles I do.  We go back and forth sometimes.  But . . . he’s not Ivy.  And I know, that’s to be expected.  I’m aware of that.  I didn;t find another Ivy when I got Pidgey.  But . . . I don’t know.  Pidgey’s more of an . . . auxillary bird.  He’s like an ornament.  Something to display, and look at and say, “Oh, how nice.”  And . . . I don’t want that.  Ivy was such an interactive bird.  I mean, I opened the cage for Ivy, and you know what she did?  Climbed out, and went on top, or climbed out and flew over to me, or climbed out and walked around on the window sill.  You know what Pidgey does?  He sits there.  He might climb over so he’s perched in the doorway of the cage, but that’s it.  I can honestly, safely, leave the door to his cage open all day and all night if I wanted to, and I am confident he would not leave his cage once.

It’s a nice thing to be able to say that, but . . . it’s so strange.  I don’t want an ornamental bird.  I want an interactive bird.  ::Sighs::

I am thinking about getting a cockatoo in the next year or so.  I’m gonna compare their prices with the price of a macaw.  See which one’s more reasonable.  And see if I can afford the cage.  Hmm…  hta reminds me.  I need to get that desk cleared off so Shannon can get it this weekend.

Okay, bye for now!