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Dec. 18th, 2007 06:51 amYesterday, Mom had to take Brian to the eye doctor, but me and Marie stayed home with Grandma Ella. Marie was sleeping for the most part, but I continued to work on the pic.
When Mom and Brian came home, we all went to some shopping center. Me and Brian were dropped off at Barnes & Nobles, since we had gift cards for that store. I spent both my gift cards on presents for Brian, and I was still $1.82 short, but the cashier borrowed that remaining amount from someone else. While we were there, I noticed this board game called Pete's Pike, with some anime character and "four" goats on the front/top of the box. I decided to look at it, and according to the back/bottom, the point of the game is that you select one of five "magical" mountain goats to help Pete scale the mountain. (Pete's design sure goes to show how much influence anime and manga have on pop culture, or even culture in general. Characters in the Kidsday section of Newsday are *sometimes* drawn manga-style, and I remember watching a tutorial with anime-style characters on a computer screen at McDonald's.)
After we left the shopping center, Grandma decided that we should go out for pizza. We decided to go to La Marguerita on Bellport Avenue, which is right around the corner from our house. Not much is noteworthy there.
Later on, while I was putting a log into the fireplace, the log fell and pinched the middle fingertip on my left hand between itself and the fireplace rim. Mom and Grandma thought I burned myself, and had me run the finger under cold water, but after Mom came to examine it, she noticed that there was a black and blue spot on the fingernail. Until I was able to ignore it, I held a dry washcloth around it. Mom asked if I wanted an ice cube for it, but I said no.
While Marie was at work, Mom noticed that the rat died when she was about to feed it. Unlike our dog Lucy, though, this animal showed no signs of dying, and in fact, was very active earlier yesterday. Dad came home only a few minutes later, and the two of them brought the cage into the basement, debating on what to do with the rat. I suggested putting it in its ball, while Dad suggested either putting it in a small box or an old sock. For the time being, we just left it inside a box, and left the box in the cage.
I was feeling tired ever since I pinched my finger in the fireplace. While we were eating dinner, I told everyone that I also remember feeling drowsy that day when I tripped over the bookcart and sprained my left wrist. I went to bed at around 7:55 PM.
When Marie came home, Mom told her about the rat, and she started crying. From my bed, I could also overhear her crying while they were discussing Marie's acceptance into some college, and according to what I heard Grandma saying, Marie thought she got rejected outright when, in fact, all that was said was that the people at the college were unable to take "early action" after receiving Marie's letter.
This morning, right before I started typing this blog entry, me and Mom noticed Sabrina sleeping near the Christmas tree, all stretched out. Mom hoped that she wasn't dead, and I put my hand down above her to make sure. She moved slightly in response, and Mom said that it would be sad if she and the rat both died at the same time. Good to know that at least the cat is still alive.
When Mom and Brian came home, we all went to some shopping center. Me and Brian were dropped off at Barnes & Nobles, since we had gift cards for that store. I spent both my gift cards on presents for Brian, and I was still $1.82 short, but the cashier borrowed that remaining amount from someone else. While we were there, I noticed this board game called Pete's Pike, with some anime character and "four" goats on the front/top of the box. I decided to look at it, and according to the back/bottom, the point of the game is that you select one of five "magical" mountain goats to help Pete scale the mountain. (Pete's design sure goes to show how much influence anime and manga have on pop culture, or even culture in general. Characters in the Kidsday section of Newsday are *sometimes* drawn manga-style, and I remember watching a tutorial with anime-style characters on a computer screen at McDonald's.)
After we left the shopping center, Grandma decided that we should go out for pizza. We decided to go to La Marguerita on Bellport Avenue, which is right around the corner from our house. Not much is noteworthy there.
Later on, while I was putting a log into the fireplace, the log fell and pinched the middle fingertip on my left hand between itself and the fireplace rim. Mom and Grandma thought I burned myself, and had me run the finger under cold water, but after Mom came to examine it, she noticed that there was a black and blue spot on the fingernail. Until I was able to ignore it, I held a dry washcloth around it. Mom asked if I wanted an ice cube for it, but I said no.
While Marie was at work, Mom noticed that the rat died when she was about to feed it. Unlike our dog Lucy, though, this animal showed no signs of dying, and in fact, was very active earlier yesterday. Dad came home only a few minutes later, and the two of them brought the cage into the basement, debating on what to do with the rat. I suggested putting it in its ball, while Dad suggested either putting it in a small box or an old sock. For the time being, we just left it inside a box, and left the box in the cage.
I was feeling tired ever since I pinched my finger in the fireplace. While we were eating dinner, I told everyone that I also remember feeling drowsy that day when I tripped over the bookcart and sprained my left wrist. I went to bed at around 7:55 PM.
When Marie came home, Mom told her about the rat, and she started crying. From my bed, I could also overhear her crying while they were discussing Marie's acceptance into some college, and according to what I heard Grandma saying, Marie thought she got rejected outright when, in fact, all that was said was that the people at the college were unable to take "early action" after receiving Marie's letter.
This morning, right before I started typing this blog entry, me and Mom noticed Sabrina sleeping near the Christmas tree, all stretched out. Mom hoped that she wasn't dead, and I put my hand down above her to make sure. She moved slightly in response, and Mom said that it would be sad if she and the rat both died at the same time. Good to know that at least the cat is still alive.