|Playing catch-up (Pt. 1)
||[Jan. 26th, 2004|01:56 am]
|||||I Wish it Would Rain Down - Phil Collins||]|
Yeah, it's been a while since I've actually written anything substantial. But, here's the first part of correcting that. A bit has happened to me since the last time I wrote a personal journal entry, and almost none of it has been good. I guess that's mostly why I haven't written anything. I don't want to come off as somebody who whines about how life sucks and such. Right now, it's not going that well, but I still have faith that things will get better in the long run. In fact, I have a plan that will work me towards that now (but I'll be getting to that in part two or three...)
First, though, I wanted to let everyone who didn't already know that both Skittles and Evander are no longer with me. Actually, they're no longer with anyone. Evander died about a month ago now, and Skittles died about a week later. There was absolutely no sign of it coming in either case. One day they were fine, acting and looking just the same as they always were, the next day (or, in Skittles's case, later that day), I found them dead. I've cleaned out their cage completely, so my room no longer smells like hay and pine shavings, but the cage still looms in the corner as a constant reminder. Tomorrow I'm taking it apart and putting it out in the shed until Shauna (the woman who sold me the two chins) finds someone interested in buying the cage and all of my chinchilla paraphernalia (exercise ball and wheel, sandbath house, and feed dishes).
I won't be getting any new pets for the foreseeable future, but maybe down the line, when I'm living completely on my own, or with a girlfriend/lover/wife, I'll try again. Something to keep in mind for the future: chinchillas shouldn't live in the same room as you. Even if you're naturally a night person, they still keep very different schedules (they are active from about five pm to six am). Also, as mentioned above, their cage tends to make the room smell (not the animals themselves, but their food and bedding). Although that doesn't bother me personally, since I have next to no sense of smell, if you want to have company in your room, that's probably not the best scent...
Anyways, I'll leave you with a picture of the two of them, behind an LJ-cut for those with low bandwidth connections...
R.I.P. Skittles and Evander Onstad