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I still haven't gone to sleep yet, which is nice because I had the chance to talk to some of you Early Birds. It's been a while, hasn't it? I promise to either stay up later or get up earlier in the future. Sleeping through your friends' lives is a bit rude, I think.

The past few days, I'm been waking my sister up. This has been the highlight of my mornings. Seriously, I've been having way too much fun with this. So much fun that my sister told my mom, "Don't let Cassie wake me up ever again." That was after the first day.

I've also taken the early morning dog-walking shift, though I'm used to the late night one. I'm not sure which shift is better. Mari tends to get off her leash, so the cover of deep night is better for chasing her around. Just last weekend, she somehow managed to slip her head out of her collar. I had to chase her back and forth across the entire neighborhood before I could catch her. If any of my neighbors had been looking out their windows in the wee hours of the morning, they would have gotten quite the show. Trust me.

Walking the dogs in the morning is always kind of nice, though. The sun's just starting to come up, and it's always very quiet and tranquil. The past few days, it seems like British weather was being brought to me. It was always cool, wet, and overcast with grey clouds. Which brings all sorts of lovely creatures out into the open.

This morning, I practically stumbled upon a snail. I've never seen snails around my neighborhood. And this guy was huge. Big, big snail. My first thought was about the book on gastropods I've been reading lately. My second thought was a very childish, "I want to keep him, and put him in a jar with leaves and sticks and such!" Of course, I knew that he wouldn't survive that way. So to quiet the first thought, I picked him up and took a closer look at him. He was actually able to pull himself entirely into his shell, but I was still able to get a good view. To quiet the second, more childish thought, I named him Hubert.

Of course, then I rushed inside and had to tell my mom all about it. I ended up dragging her along outside to see Hubert, because Hubert is incredibly awesome. But by the time we got there, Hubert was gone. I have no idea how he managed it. He's a snail, after all.

When I tried to get Margo up, she wouldn't budge. So I went on a whole tirade about how she was being lazy and how she completely missed being able to meet Hubert. But that Mom was already up, so she got to go out and almost see Hubert.

I'll never forget the look on Margo's face as she squinted at me, still half-asleep.

"Who the heck is Hubert?"
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Yes, I'm still awake from last night. I'm trying to nip this whole "Yay, I'm nocturnal" thing in the bud today. I'll be trying to stay up through the entire day, so if you're bored, feel free to drop me a line or give me a call. The only way I'll be able to pull this off is to keep my mind constantly occupied, so any distractions would be lovely.

I saw a beautiful sunrise today when I took my dogs for their morning walk, and the beauty of the day because even more ethereal when a flock of white ibises decided to stroll through my backyard. Sometimes it pays to live in a neighborhood that doubles as a bird sanctuary. Of course, Siriah (my little dachshund) wanted to take a closer look and spooked them. They took off, almost as one, and wheeled away over my roof. I've actually never been that close to a flock of large birds, and it's hard to describe the sound of their wings. It was like a combination of a rustle and a whisper of sound. Now I can understand why ancient people would decide that angels should have large white wings. Lovely way to start my morning.

I'm going to be spending a lot of my free time today on the next segment of [ profile] our_resistance, and I'm going to post it by the end of today. Or die trying.

For those of you that are bored, I bring you various quizzes )

Some are pretty silly, but all are worth giving a shot when you have nothing better to do. I found them to be reasonably accurate, but then again, maybe I have the kind of personality that's easily stereotyped into blog quizzes.

As for the past weekend, it was quite fun. Several "firsts" for me. Shini and Irene invited me to come along with them to a garage band concert. In fact, they were willing to actually drive back to get me, and were also willing to wait for me to get ready. It was very sweet of them. As for the event itself, I have to say that I was impressed. Not all of the music was to my usual tastes, but I have to say that everyone who performed there was a true musician.

Cold receptions, thy name is Kaleidoscope. Heh, but then again, I was expecting as much. You can't be friends with everyone in the world, and I'd have to say that I'm more of an "acquired taste" anyway. In any case, it was nice to see Garrett, and he made my time there enjoyable as well. It seems that we missed seeing the other [de]Toxic Soapers there, but hey, you can't win them all.

My other first is my first pimping. That's right. Someone, without being coerced at all, put a good word about [ profile] our_resistance in their own journal. And that someone was a lovely young lady by the name of Rachel ([ profile] sinister_beauty). If you haven't had the pleasure of her acquaintance yet, I would highly suggest heading over to her journal and dropping her a line. She's been trying to accumulate one thousand comments, after all.

It's a worthy cause, I assure you.


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