Hey. I'm not dead. I'm so sick of using that excuse, but hey, I think I should clarify.
Okay, I'm just going to come out about it: I'm not a very online-social person. I don't do well with communicating in pretty much anything but face-to-face. I, like, never respond to e-mails or forward them, I always forget to respond to notes and messages of Facebook, don't even get me started on replying to favorites and comments on deviantART....

So, I don't do it often. I'll try to do better. But I probably won't improve. Heads up.

Anyway...

I started school over a month ago. Not fun. Hectic. Doing okay in my classes, though.

Around the middle of last week I was in the middle of replying to a roleplay when our fridge broke down and we had to transfer all the food in, like, 10 minutes. The day after that, I got sick - NOT SWINE, FOR THE MILLIONETH TIME, but 102-fevers, chills, sore throat, hacking cough, etc. etc. I guess there's something going around. Now I have about five billion things to catch up on. Wish me luck.

Also, if you were the person I was replying to, don't expect a reply soon, as the case of events seems to be preventing me from doing much.

Finally, the hoglets have offical, going-to-stick names:

- Spartacus (Brave one who has an agression problem)
-Velcro (Scared one who gets stuck to things a lot)
- Samoa (One with really intricant design on his back)
- Sam (Sleepy one - randomly named)
- Snowflake (Almost pure white one, runt of the litter)

That's all, got more homework to do, seeya

OMG!! WE HAVE HOGLETS!

Okay. Okay. Let me start from the beginning.

Most of you know we've been fearing the pregnancy of Rosie the hedgehog for a while now.
This morning, my mom goes in to check on them. They are acting extremely strange; Doug is trying to burrow under Rosie and/or climb on top of her, and Rosie is frantic, dragging blankets around the bag they sleep in.
Me and my mother hope they're just trying to mate, that Doug is too young to know how to, and that they can only mate in the dark, which would explain the blankets.

About six or seven hours ago, my mom comes in and tells me we need to separate Doug and Rosie because Rosie is holed up in the bag. This is EXTREMELY strange - normally Doug hides in the bag while Rosie runs out to greet us. So, we separate them and put Doug in his own 'bachelor pad'. For some 'weird' reason, Doug is extremely depressed and stressed, so I give him a bath to calm him down [which actually stresses him out more but that's not the point, he fell asleep afterwards]

Not too long ago, my mom carefully and quietly walked out of the hedgehog room, looked at me, and said "Rosie had babies."
I went, "What?!", not believing her
and lo and behold, I go in to check on her [in ninja mode, mind you] and these little high-pitched squeaks come from the bag. She leaves the bag - and the squeaks continue.

I about had a heart attack of cuteness and terror.

We can't disturb them for another ten days, the day school starts, or else Rosie eats the babies.
(BEFORE YOU FREAK OUT!!! View this from the viewpoint of a wild hedgehog: If there's a predator, and the mother hedgehogs are too weak to defend the babies, she'd better 'reabsorb' the nutrients she just spent giving birth or else not only will the babies die, so will she. This way, there's a much larger chance of there being another litter.)

If I were to guess, I'd say there were 3 babies.

!!!!!!!!!!

SCHOOL YEAR!
That's not as exciting as 'Christmas', but oh well, it's happening. 3:

I got my schedule and whatnot yesterday. Math is first again...and I ended up with 'A' lunch, but sadly, that means I eat and then go do Gym.

BUT THERE'S NOT SMELLY FOOTBALL PLAYERS AROUND MY LOCKER THIS YEAR!!!!

I have a female above me, and then a friend diagonal to my locker, and then a person I KIND of know next to me. No idea about the other side.

BUT NO BOYS WHO DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE DEODERANT!!!

annnnd that's about all I know thus far. XD We don't get to know who our teachers are until the first day of school (WHICH IS SO DUMB but hey who asked me) so...yeah. :/

In other news, there is no way for me to catch up on deviations. D: Sorry guys, I just was on two trips and when I got back there were, like, 50 deviations a piece and I just can't do it. D: Sorry.

I've just been soooo freakin' busy!!! DX It's like, everybody wants to hang out right before school starts.

anyhoo, what else? Um...I got my ears pierced. XD
That's about it.
I'll just leave you guys alone now.

I realized the day after I left that I forgot to inform you guys that I'd be on vacation for the next week. 8D;; Um...sorry. Only one person noticed, anyway. XDD

Anyhoo, we went down to the gulf where my dad counted and over the course of the week, I met up with 52 friends and relatives. 8D;;...yeah. Who knew I had so many deep south relatives!!! ><;;

...Hmm...what to put next? Well, over the course of the week I managed to lose not only my favorite cross, but also potentially my wallet - containing all the money I have. Yep, all 8 dollars of it. Not only that, but one of my only two pairs of jeans ripped, as did the strap of one of the only dresses I own (had to wear it for the fourth of july), and my cell phone acquired the lovely new habit of shutting down WITH NO WARNING and then refusing to turn back on, no matter the amount of charge.

But I had fun! I got to sleep over with my cousin Hannah and her five siblings, hung out with my mom and dad's friend's son, Ramsey, whom I only see twice a year, got a cool keychain, M&M headphones, a notebook, two random books, and THE MOST AWESOME AIRBRUSHED SHIRT EVER!!! 8D We asked them to do a really...different design. XDD It's a hedgehog in the middle, and it says 'Love Hurts: Ask a Hedgehog'. :3

Speaking of hedgehogs, I think I'm going to go try and give Rosie and Doug a footbath. Wish me luck!

My mom and I walked in the hedgehog room a few minutes ago and Rosie was HANGING off the side of the cage BY ONE QUILL. ;; She was STUCK. I pretty much PANICKED and my mom saved her. (We checked her; it seems she's pretty sore, and the quills are sticking up everywhere, but no blood.) but it gets worse!!!

Rosie scurried into the tunnel almost immediately after we put her down, and then we were cleaning out the bag and giving Doug some love since Rosie was given special treatment (Crickets and lots of holding), and Doug had the sudden hunkering to go into the tunnel, too. So all we can see is Rosie's back from the hole in the tunnel, when she suddenly spikes up RIGHT when Doug passes. Then, he turns around, and me and my mom are cleaning up when suddenly...

One. of. them.

SCREAMED.

I mean, like, a mouse screaming. (Look it up if you've never heard it and wish to know.) So I panicked again and was about to drag Doug out when he ran out of there like there was fire on his heels.

D; Poor Rosie. She's normally so sweet and loving and now she's all...unhappy.

In other news, they're beginning to use the litterbox.

(Oh, and Micheal Jackson is dead. Just in case you didn't hear.)