Now that we're in the middle of exam season, let me share my secrets to having the motivation to finish your last-minute papers and to study for your many exams. As we know, professors at this day and age like to squeeze everything at the end of the semester because that's when you have finally managed to access most of the knowledge you will obtain in your course. So in order to have enough motivation and not go: "OH GOD TOO MUCH I GIVE UP!" here are my personal tips.
A common tip is to reward yourself for completing something, my advice? Deny yourself access to the many essentials to life, such as food and sleep until you have completed it. Seeing as you require such things to live, instead of postponing finishing your essay, you will want to finish it ASAP so you can eat dinner. If you were to just reward yourself, you would probably end up postponing the REWARD as well, unless the reward is something extremely extravagant, like a new yacht. It is also a quick way to lose weight!
They say having a nice and quiet, clean, relaxed atmosphere around you would give you more of a mood to study! Well, my tip is to go into an empty room. NOTHING at all, not even carpet. I think cleaning out your tool shed or garage will do. Light a candle stick and do your work as if you were living in the nineteenth century. Hell, go ahead and put on a corset while you're at it. Doing homework would take your mind off the pain from having your organs excruciatingly compressed. Even the guys, yes.
And finally, watch a Canucks vs. Wild game. It's so boring it makes doing homework fun. This has been me, who hasn't been to bed since Tuesday.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Rest in Peace, my hamster
It's a Friday, everyone is cheering towards the weekend, and you have just woken up. You go to eat some breakfast, but alas, there is no milk left for your delicious cereal, which is both sweet and healthy. Yet you notice a second empty bowl and a box of cereal left open. You suddenly realize your sibling has gone to the local grocery store to grab some more milk. Hoping that your sibling comes back before you have to leave, you walk back into your room to watch two hyperactive hamsters playing with each other. After five minutes of watching the two jump around and tumble, you hear the footsteps of your brother climbing up the stairs outside on this warm morning.
You head quickly to the door, anticipating the milk, and when you slam that large and heavy wooden door open as if it was just a sheet of bubble wrap, you grab the jug of milk and rush towards your little bowl of milk, for school is near. You pour the milk into your white bowl filled with many o's until the very top. You stop pouring before your milk drowns all the cereal, and pass the white substance to your brother who had saved the day by going to buy milk this morning. After quickly eating your cereal, you realize you must rush to school soon. You go back to your room to feed your hamsters.
There you see the white, larger hamster jump around mentally begging for food, and you grab some wheat to pour onto the bowl, but then you notice there is no second hamster also jumping and begging for food, and you look around. You lift open the little blue house, but there is no hamster. You look in your makeshift cardboard box, but there is no small little hamster. Where has your little friend gone?
Then you see that your hamster was in plain sight the whole time, its brown fur blended in with the brown bedding. You never noticed him because to your horror, he was not moving.
"But he was jumping and running around five minutes ago!"
You quickly run to your brother, yelling that something was wrong with your hamster. He comes with you back to your room, and you pick the little critter up, hold on...he IS moving...a little.
By now, you were already late for school, but you didn't care at all. Your dad yells at you why you haven't left your house yet, but you ignore him to look at your little hamster just lying there. Something was very wrong.
Perhaps this next decision was a bad one, perhaps you should have done something else, but you decide to go to school and let your brother stay with the hamster. You knew you had a spare after first class, so you could run back home to check on the hamster. Certainly nothing bad would happen, after all, the same thing happened to your very first hamster, a stroke, and he was back up running around like a hamster should again.
So you head to school, your mind clearly distraught. All those test and exams and homework and everything...did not apply in your mind. You were wondering if you should have stayed home, but you knew your dad would scream at you despite the condition of some pet, if you did not head to school. You get there late, but you know your first class is researching in the library today, so you go to the library and research on Feudal Japan for a story. This was civilization class.
Your friends are laughing and having fun reading stuff and cracking jokes, yet you barely smile. They don't notice your distraught mind however, assuming people who looked dead or sad was probably tired due to the morning, but they were wrong. You continue to research, asking for terms, wondering if the Japanese of the past said the honorfic "san" and "kun". Suddenly, you decide to dedicate your story on your hamster.
But wait! What are you thinking? Your hamster isn't dead yet! It will be okay, just like your first hamster! There is no need to do any of this, why are you thinking of the worst? You would go back home after and see that your hamster is up and hyper and in a jiff! There is nothing wrong whatsoever! Yet you decide to consider it, and ask your friend who has a great love of rodents, especially hamsters, what rodent lives in Japan. Then you finally explain your problem to her, that something was wrong with your hamster. You friend assures you that it's probably nothing. The hamster would be okay.
Trying to cling onto this information, the bell rings, and you grab your bag and rush back home, dashing through streets and sidewalks and between trees and fences. You evade all the cars heading towards you towards your one destination, home. You reach the house, feeling very nervous. What if he was dead? What if everybody was wrong? What if?
You finally get to the house, your dad yelling at you why you were home because he could never understand the meaning of a spare block, and you finally get to your room. You see your hamster still lying there, and you fear the worst. You pick him up and he feels...cold. You are clearly shocked. Yet you can see his small frame still moving, still breathing, still clinging to life. Your brother was not home. Why the hell was your brother not with your hamster? It didn't matter, you had one hour to do something before next class.
Why was school so important anyway? Your next class was yearbook, in which the actual yearbook was finished, so people didn't do anything. You decide to stay with your hamster. Perhaps you should take him to the vet, but amongst all these thoughts and things, you grasp onto your beloved hamster with its eyes wide open, just staring at you...
You could not figure out what message this could mean. Was it asking you to help it? Or to do something drastic and to put it out of its misery? You knew the car had broken down, so taking it to the vet was almost impossible. You had no money for bus or anything. You knew your brother would be home soon, he would have money to perhaps take the poor little critter to the vet. You hope, and hope, and hope...
But wait, the hamster had stopped moving.
Its eyes were still wide open, still staring, but it was...not there.
It was too late.
Your hamster has died in your hands...
Its petit body did not pulse up and down with breath, you did not feel its chest heaving with a pumping heart...
You are in disbelief. He was not dead! He can't be dead! Not now! Not in my hands! Not here!
Your other hamster was running around in the bin, oblivious to what had happened.
The hamster had died watching you, asking you why didn't you help it, and you really wanted to. What could you do now? It was too late. You can't regret anything because there is no time machine to go back in time. Why? Just WHY!?
...and then you hear the footsteps of your brother, coming back home.
This was too much.
...
I didn't cry that much yesterday. I think it was because I didn't really think my hamster was actually dead. I was kind of in denial for a bit, maybe in shock, mostly because I watched him die. I knew he was alive at one moment, and then gone the next. All the other hamsters I ever had I found them dead, besides two of them. Vulcan Max was found by my brother, with his mouth gaping open and his eyes clearly open, but dead. My first hamster, Hammy, died in his sleep. I saw him sleeping in the middle of the cage, which was strange because he and every other hamster I ever had would sleep at a corner or in a box or something, and when we finally picked him up, he was dead.
But Otter's death was so heartbreaking because I watched him pass away. I didn't find him sitting still, I could've done something, but my mind was like, "Do what parents say. Go to school. Or dad will yell." I mean, I could've rushed him to the vet instead of researching about Japan, but I instead just...didn't do what I should have done. I could have stole money out of somewhere for the bus, and looked in the phone book for a vet that'd take in rodents (which there isn't many) and there was one I knew, but I had no idea how to get there, my brother would've known, I could've checked how on the internet, but it clearly didn't register in my mind then. None of it did, all that registered in my mind was fucking go to school.
I don't know how old he was...but I suppose he was about a year old, 'cause when I bought him, he was a very small hamster. He was the last dwarf hamster in that pet store ever, left over from the previous pet store it had taken over (this current one didn't sell dwarf hamsters). He was the only one left in that tank, and the tank was hidden away under a bunch of other things. When I went to buy Otter, I thought there were no more hamsters left in that place, yet the clerk told me there was one little one left.
The clerk let me hold him. He was quite shy, and something looked wet near his eyes. I read off the internet that when choosing hamsters you should not get ones that looked out-of-the-ordinary, since that meant he must be sick or some sort, but the clerk said the wetness came from the water bottle, and besides, he was the last one left. I had gotten Asako from a different pet store, where he was the last male left.
Otter never bit me in his entire life. Even Hobo bit me once in his lifetime (granted, I accidentally put something heavy on his paw, ouch, ><). He was a different hamster. He was the first hamster I had without red eyes. Whenever friends came over, they would always say, "Your hamsters are evil, they have red eyes". But finally they couldn't say that about a hamster of mine (But Asako has red eyes, XP) He was smaller than Asako, but was strangely dominant. I had to admit when I first got him I was unsure of him because he kept chasing and scaring Asako onto his back, hearing lots of squeaks, but after deciding not to separate them (since they were probably just trying to gain dominance of the bin), they finally settled down.
Whenever I looked into the bin, Asako would be dead asleep, but Otter would always notice me no matter what, and poke his head out. He always poked his head out first. He seemed like the more curious of the two, or the one that had better ears, who knows.
He was also the fastest of all my hamsters. I swear I could put him in a hamster race, and he would win, hands down. He even escaped my little hands once and ran under the couch, it took quite a while to find him. No hamster of mine has escaped since Hammy and Hobo, and that was because they were in different containers with crappy plastic (they chewed their way out). Also, Hobo was quite the escape artist, Hammy would only follow, since we always found Hammy first. If Otter is the fastest, Hobo is clearly the ninja.
Even though Otter had the normal wild fur of dwarf hamsters, and thus probably looked like the most common dwarf hamster out there, he was clearly the most unique of all my hamsters. Small and dominant, yet never biting, with black eyes. Asako may look unique looks-wise, but Otter clearly has him beat. I was able to pick him up with one hand, not having to chase all the other hamsters of mine with a tube or something. Otter was also, oddly enough, the only hamster of mine that did not know how to open a sunflower seed. He could chew and use his teeth, yet he always threw away the sunflower seeds, or attempt to open them and fail. I would then open them myself, and he would eat them. Strange.
Otter did not live out his entire lifespan, but he did live a good life. He can brag to my other hamsters up on rainbow bridge that he slept on the most comfortable bed out there for a hamster, Asako:
What a smart hamster. ;__;
I remember once Asako slept on Otter. I wish I took a picture of that. I ran to my brother's room to tell him to come see and "be very quiet" but when we came back they both woke up. XD
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Other hamster stuff you can see:
Lol, Otter is all: "ATTACK THE CAMERA!" and when Asako wakes up, he's like, "Huh? Whut? Whut the hell is goin' on!?" XDDD
*salutes* May you rest in peace, King Otter. You will definitely overthrow the top hamster on rainbow bridge, and rule all the hamsters and other pets! >D
You head quickly to the door, anticipating the milk, and when you slam that large and heavy wooden door open as if it was just a sheet of bubble wrap, you grab the jug of milk and rush towards your little bowl of milk, for school is near. You pour the milk into your white bowl filled with many o's until the very top. You stop pouring before your milk drowns all the cereal, and pass the white substance to your brother who had saved the day by going to buy milk this morning. After quickly eating your cereal, you realize you must rush to school soon. You go back to your room to feed your hamsters.
There you see the white, larger hamster jump around mentally begging for food, and you grab some wheat to pour onto the bowl, but then you notice there is no second hamster also jumping and begging for food, and you look around. You lift open the little blue house, but there is no hamster. You look in your makeshift cardboard box, but there is no small little hamster. Where has your little friend gone?
Then you see that your hamster was in plain sight the whole time, its brown fur blended in with the brown bedding. You never noticed him because to your horror, he was not moving.
"But he was jumping and running around five minutes ago!"
You quickly run to your brother, yelling that something was wrong with your hamster. He comes with you back to your room, and you pick the little critter up, hold on...he IS moving...a little.
By now, you were already late for school, but you didn't care at all. Your dad yells at you why you haven't left your house yet, but you ignore him to look at your little hamster just lying there. Something was very wrong.
Perhaps this next decision was a bad one, perhaps you should have done something else, but you decide to go to school and let your brother stay with the hamster. You knew you had a spare after first class, so you could run back home to check on the hamster. Certainly nothing bad would happen, after all, the same thing happened to your very first hamster, a stroke, and he was back up running around like a hamster should again.
So you head to school, your mind clearly distraught. All those test and exams and homework and everything...did not apply in your mind. You were wondering if you should have stayed home, but you knew your dad would scream at you despite the condition of some pet, if you did not head to school. You get there late, but you know your first class is researching in the library today, so you go to the library and research on Feudal Japan for a story. This was civilization class.
Your friends are laughing and having fun reading stuff and cracking jokes, yet you barely smile. They don't notice your distraught mind however, assuming people who looked dead or sad was probably tired due to the morning, but they were wrong. You continue to research, asking for terms, wondering if the Japanese of the past said the honorfic "san" and "kun". Suddenly, you decide to dedicate your story on your hamster.
But wait! What are you thinking? Your hamster isn't dead yet! It will be okay, just like your first hamster! There is no need to do any of this, why are you thinking of the worst? You would go back home after and see that your hamster is up and hyper and in a jiff! There is nothing wrong whatsoever! Yet you decide to consider it, and ask your friend who has a great love of rodents, especially hamsters, what rodent lives in Japan. Then you finally explain your problem to her, that something was wrong with your hamster. You friend assures you that it's probably nothing. The hamster would be okay.
Trying to cling onto this information, the bell rings, and you grab your bag and rush back home, dashing through streets and sidewalks and between trees and fences. You evade all the cars heading towards you towards your one destination, home. You reach the house, feeling very nervous. What if he was dead? What if everybody was wrong? What if?
You finally get to the house, your dad yelling at you why you were home because he could never understand the meaning of a spare block, and you finally get to your room. You see your hamster still lying there, and you fear the worst. You pick him up and he feels...cold. You are clearly shocked. Yet you can see his small frame still moving, still breathing, still clinging to life. Your brother was not home. Why the hell was your brother not with your hamster? It didn't matter, you had one hour to do something before next class.
Why was school so important anyway? Your next class was yearbook, in which the actual yearbook was finished, so people didn't do anything. You decide to stay with your hamster. Perhaps you should take him to the vet, but amongst all these thoughts and things, you grasp onto your beloved hamster with its eyes wide open, just staring at you...
You could not figure out what message this could mean. Was it asking you to help it? Or to do something drastic and to put it out of its misery? You knew the car had broken down, so taking it to the vet was almost impossible. You had no money for bus or anything. You knew your brother would be home soon, he would have money to perhaps take the poor little critter to the vet. You hope, and hope, and hope...
But wait, the hamster had stopped moving.
Its eyes were still wide open, still staring, but it was...not there.
It was too late.
Your hamster has died in your hands...
Its petit body did not pulse up and down with breath, you did not feel its chest heaving with a pumping heart...
You are in disbelief. He was not dead! He can't be dead! Not now! Not in my hands! Not here!
Your other hamster was running around in the bin, oblivious to what had happened.
The hamster had died watching you, asking you why didn't you help it, and you really wanted to. What could you do now? It was too late. You can't regret anything because there is no time machine to go back in time. Why? Just WHY!?
...and then you hear the footsteps of your brother, coming back home.
This was too much.
...
I didn't cry that much yesterday. I think it was because I didn't really think my hamster was actually dead. I was kind of in denial for a bit, maybe in shock, mostly because I watched him die. I knew he was alive at one moment, and then gone the next. All the other hamsters I ever had I found them dead, besides two of them. Vulcan Max was found by my brother, with his mouth gaping open and his eyes clearly open, but dead. My first hamster, Hammy, died in his sleep. I saw him sleeping in the middle of the cage, which was strange because he and every other hamster I ever had would sleep at a corner or in a box or something, and when we finally picked him up, he was dead.
But Otter's death was so heartbreaking because I watched him pass away. I didn't find him sitting still, I could've done something, but my mind was like, "Do what parents say. Go to school. Or dad will yell." I mean, I could've rushed him to the vet instead of researching about Japan, but I instead just...didn't do what I should have done. I could have stole money out of somewhere for the bus, and looked in the phone book for a vet that'd take in rodents (which there isn't many) and there was one I knew, but I had no idea how to get there, my brother would've known, I could've checked how on the internet, but it clearly didn't register in my mind then. None of it did, all that registered in my mind was fucking go to school.
I don't know how old he was...but I suppose he was about a year old, 'cause when I bought him, he was a very small hamster. He was the last dwarf hamster in that pet store ever, left over from the previous pet store it had taken over (this current one didn't sell dwarf hamsters). He was the only one left in that tank, and the tank was hidden away under a bunch of other things. When I went to buy Otter, I thought there were no more hamsters left in that place, yet the clerk told me there was one little one left.
The clerk let me hold him. He was quite shy, and something looked wet near his eyes. I read off the internet that when choosing hamsters you should not get ones that looked out-of-the-ordinary, since that meant he must be sick or some sort, but the clerk said the wetness came from the water bottle, and besides, he was the last one left. I had gotten Asako from a different pet store, where he was the last male left.
Otter never bit me in his entire life. Even Hobo bit me once in his lifetime (granted, I accidentally put something heavy on his paw, ouch, ><). He was a different hamster. He was the first hamster I had without red eyes. Whenever friends came over, they would always say, "Your hamsters are evil, they have red eyes". But finally they couldn't say that about a hamster of mine (But Asako has red eyes, XP) He was smaller than Asako, but was strangely dominant. I had to admit when I first got him I was unsure of him because he kept chasing and scaring Asako onto his back, hearing lots of squeaks, but after deciding not to separate them (since they were probably just trying to gain dominance of the bin), they finally settled down.
Whenever I looked into the bin, Asako would be dead asleep, but Otter would always notice me no matter what, and poke his head out. He always poked his head out first. He seemed like the more curious of the two, or the one that had better ears, who knows.
He was also the fastest of all my hamsters. I swear I could put him in a hamster race, and he would win, hands down. He even escaped my little hands once and ran under the couch, it took quite a while to find him. No hamster of mine has escaped since Hammy and Hobo, and that was because they were in different containers with crappy plastic (they chewed their way out). Also, Hobo was quite the escape artist, Hammy would only follow, since we always found Hammy first. If Otter is the fastest, Hobo is clearly the ninja.
Even though Otter had the normal wild fur of dwarf hamsters, and thus probably looked like the most common dwarf hamster out there, he was clearly the most unique of all my hamsters. Small and dominant, yet never biting, with black eyes. Asako may look unique looks-wise, but Otter clearly has him beat. I was able to pick him up with one hand, not having to chase all the other hamsters of mine with a tube or something. Otter was also, oddly enough, the only hamster of mine that did not know how to open a sunflower seed. He could chew and use his teeth, yet he always threw away the sunflower seeds, or attempt to open them and fail. I would then open them myself, and he would eat them. Strange.
Otter did not live out his entire lifespan, but he did live a good life. He can brag to my other hamsters up on rainbow bridge that he slept on the most comfortable bed out there for a hamster, Asako:
What a smart hamster. ;__;
I remember once Asako slept on Otter. I wish I took a picture of that. I ran to my brother's room to tell him to come see and "be very quiet" but when we came back they both woke up. XD
---
Other hamster stuff you can see:
Lol, Otter is all: "ATTACK THE CAMERA!" and when Asako wakes up, he's like, "Huh? Whut? Whut the hell is goin' on!?" XDDD
*salutes* May you rest in peace, King Otter. You will definitely overthrow the top hamster on rainbow bridge, and rule all the hamsters and other pets! >D
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