I looked up if cats could get any illnesses from humans, and all I found was links asking if humans could get sick from cats. What is this world coming to? XD

Well, today I am terribly ill.
Here is the story of my life:
On febuary 2nd, I got a cold. It lasted for quite some time, but mostly went away sometime around the 9th. I was just recovering, when on the 13th I got the flu. A very bad flu, on vacation to texas, where the people took all their fail time out on my arms, leaving me currently with seven large green blotches from attempted IVs. Last one did work, luckilly. And they were very nice. Then it slowly went away, only left with slight cold symptoms on the plane, when the day after the next I was sick again- Most likely another flu, with strep. I got another injection, and the people here seem to know what they're doing- didnt' hurt a bit. Sadly, it hasn't worked so far. I think I'll have a good solid month at least with illness. But my best fat cat friend has been by my side.
ANYWAYS, probably wouldn't attempted opening this laptop today, except it is George Harrison's birthday! And of coarse, he gets a happy birthday from me.
Even though I have trouble reading now and got laundry confused with my homework, I'll try XD

YAY GEORGE! 

YEAH FREE CORN

Well, it's been a few days... Been to Texas. Got a couple bags of IV fluid. The usual.
At least I got my fat friend back.
And finished my knee joints =D

Sad old man drinks koolade in the shade with a cat on his lap and a buck in his pocket. He takes out his gun and salutes to the sun, running down the hill until he drops it.

I take nine of them, and talk seven. That's a problem.
Sometimes I such know what asperations build me to be, but they dissapear and I'm left with...
Melted ice. And that's no good. But I'll just have to freeze it all myself. Sometimes I care and sometimes I don't. Think I was born wrong.

Only fuzz on the chin

Ted was nice enough. A bit funny looking, but nice. Had a good sence of humor, he thought. Was unusual, but a good person all the same. Had a good friend.
She'd tell him about how things were going, about life, and spilling coffee on her new shoes turned into the places she used to go in the summer as a kid, and to that boyfriend he'd seen her with. Never liked him, and the tales she told painted a worse picture. Ted would listen as she'd cry, but he was always there. Listening, waiting for when they'd be able to laugh again. It would be worth it- They were friends. He'd do what ever she'd say- Because she'd give him a smile. He could never resist a smile.
He'd make it alright. He'd be better than that boy- He'd be a gentleman.
One day, she started talking to another man.
He bit his lip, tapping his foot anxiously. He wasn't quite sure why. They were friends.
Next day, it went farther. He started to loathe seeing the two talking. He wasn't sure why- And not sure why their time together started to grow larger as his shrunk. He clenched his fist in his pocket, walking away to throw out his empty bottle of pop. He told himself he wouldn't go back- When he made the mistake of glancing back at the two.
He'd stay- He'd be there again.
He was there still, waiting for her to turn to him. They were friends- And this bloke was big, tall and didn't have his sense of humor...
His stomach would twist as her new friend would take her arm and put it around his shoulder as she'd casually try and talk to a friend.
He didn't understand why- They were friends, that's all. That's all he wanted to be- Yet jealously clouded him, making him wonder...
One day, it was too much. He threw out his pop again, walked around the corner and didn't turn back.
He saw her again once across the street, alone.
"I'll make it alright," he whispered to himself, "We're friends."

Magic people for EVERYONE!

Well, today has been nice. I got my official knee joints done. Almost. The connectors are baking.
Sure, they don't look pretty yet, but they'll work in a fantastic manner.
Then I'll move on to the head core, get the neck joint figured out, then the hands and feet... If I don't hit another thing to renovate. Renovate. Think about that word. Re-Nov-ate. Re, as in repeat, Nov from "Nova", the latin word for new, and ate, which is what the english language puts after that kind of things. Like Exterminate, or other Dalek-type words. That is what goes on in my mind. That and some stuff far odder.
I don't know how I still remember latin words, but I do. Nova. The television series pronounces it wrong, like most people tend to do with latin. Yet I wonder how people know that original Latin v's are pronounced as our w's... How do they know that? Didn't exactly have means of recording their accents- WE COULD BE WRONG... AND NOVA COULD BE RIGHT.
My goodness.
Oh my.
My, my, Oh my, my, Mr. Harrison.
My, how I like his teeth. But that's besides the point.
My laptop was at 99% battery when I unconnected it, and five minuets later it's boosted its self to 100%. I don't understand this madness.
Blimey. Big fat bucket of slime. It's telling me to service my battery.
It's gone from 10 hour capacity to about 3 and a half. That is unfortunate. But it's still better than a new Microsoft, I bet.
This thing's been working for nearly four years. Mid 2010 model, and it's telling me to service my battery. That's pretty good, except I fear I'm growing far too old too fast.
IT'S THE FUTURE. NOW IS THE FUTURE.
YOU ARE READING THIS IN MY FUTURE...
MY MY, OH MY, I AM SCARED.
Mr. Harrison. And his lovely eyelashes.
My stuff finished cooking.
YEAH. I CAN SLEEP NOW. Good day, fine citizens of this fine Earth.
And remember, you have thousands, maybe millions, of mites on you this very moment that love you very much.
I thought thousands had a z in it. I was dead wrong.

When Life Get's Wëird...

Well, I'm going to make a bowl of tea and hold my ear up to it, then my nose, then drink it, and then go to sleep, or try to with thoughts of weekend's worth of stories or trying to remember just exactly what George Harrison did in my dream last night. Then I might get cold, and my nose won't get too much better the next day. Or I could find more blankets. I really need to clean my room. It's been a great while.
Well, actually I think I'll brew myself a mug of tea, not a bowl. But same concept. And I might squish the fat on a cat's sides.
I live in am become that thing where you are and entirely occur in jello flavoured alphabet soup colors.

My ear dosn't enjoy it's existance right now.

I have an earache, and I can't hear out of the ear. And it's annoying. So, that's all you're getting from me XD

Some things make me happy, some things make me sad, and some things make me want to burry my head in fresh manure.

Sometimes people seem like monkeys with guns. Just plain stupid, yet some how they kill you every time.
And they say I have unrighteous motive. If only they could step from behind their thick screens and become what they're watching and ridiculing, just for a moment. Here the blessed sorrow whispered from the balconies of a play that must not be named. The swan song of a man burned for the same act celebrated, under precise conditions. This has happened before.
But they say this time is different. There's no right there.
Is there a right behind cries to the highest power- Pleading for an answer to their helpless questions? Something that had been argued over on earth, yet no one truly listened. I asked it one night, staring up at the summer stars from behind a window, as those familiar ugly sounds echoed through my mouth, interrupted by a delicate, desperate whisper.
"Is it right? Lord, is it right?"
You start to wonder where they get their answers, and if the one you learned was really true.
And there they are, running about as the poor wretched ape is sat on a thrown.
It's not their fault- Though why do they hurt people so?
The right had condemned the wicked, while we got caught in the crossfire.
Countless "holy wars" have been waged, some laughing at supposed stupidity while the subjects scream out. The subjects just stay silent, until the true answer comes through.
I like to think my feelings are sound, my rights are secure, that I'm okay and I'm doing alright.
Is it right? Lord, is it right?

YEAH CAKE

I should sleep now. I have a cat. A fat cat. I have a fat cat. You have a fat cat. I am the walrus.
Lennon was clearly a confused man- Yet he didn't even know it himself.
My sinuses are clear. That's always a beautiful thing.
I HAVE CHEMISTRY TOMORROW- I love that class. I don't know why, but I really want to learn right now. It's quite unusual to want to listen to a lecture, but the in class demonstrations make it all worth it.
I'm a strange child.
I've been watching far too much weird al this week while I have been ill, and it's given me a new outlook on life. Well, an old one, but he's quite a similar person to myself. We both have curly hair, are vegetarian, are strange, like cheese... The similarities are endless. Though I doubt I'm directly related to anyone named Yankovic. Polka players...
Yes, I should sleep.

Maybe someday I'll get to be as tall as Ringo XD