Hmph yesterday I lost to my cousin (younger than me D:) at
SQUASH! I now have an intense loathing for squash. And table tennis.
-gives a hopeless look-
I am trying to comfort myself. It isn't my fault that I've no ball sense at all D: I shall continue to believe that my cousin is a very sporty and active person, while I am not, so obviously I'd lose to him what -forced smile-.
Okay onto a sadder subject.
Cookie died ): from... (Ying Tong just kill me now) a tumour. Yes. Because Cookie was inbred, you see (his parents were siblings! Scary or not ._. we totally didn't expect Hamleto to erm... move so quickly lar D: they were like 3 weeks old ._. tsk). Thus a tumour.
Anyway D: we decided to... let Cookie live the rest of his life happily (hello! "A hamster with a tumour may live a normal and happy life but try to avoid any sharp objects as these could cause the tumour to burst.") but well yeah. I suppose he was rather happy :D and actually come to think of it he's quite old... two years? Which means Hammie is three years old (!) and oh well the inevitable will come soon.
...
Imagine me, being exposed to death
s at such a tender age :O
(like Viver D:)
(I miss Viver like !@#$!# much zomg -cries-)
(But I am brave, and all that.)
Anyway I've to go now, bye :D
P.S. I'm reading The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman :D