What the...?

... heck is going on here?

So, picture this: A girl... let's call her... I don't know... Vanessa... FINALLY has gotten free of all those damn exams and FINALLY has time to remember her name.
Vanessa (really have no idea where that name came from) decides to check the blog at 2h28 am (why not? Who needs sleep anyway?). What does she find? A be-a- uuuutiful definition of home, a review from a movie that looks really, really interesting, a new story (about damn time!), an argument (His Majesty... Ah Ah Ah) and... a completely different color. I thought I was daltonic for a second!

Aaaanywayyy... how's life treating you all (even you 'His Majesty- in your dreams')? Did the grades make you all happy?

My grades made me happy, except for one, which was the reason why only today I am free of those exams. I felt I needed a tinny, little "exame de melhoria".

Now, on a subject totally unrelated, two weeks ago I found two guinea pigs close to my grandmother's house. They were obviously abandoned. If it wasn't for the noises they made, I wouldn't have found the box they were in. They were beautiful, but they were dirty and obviously needed food and water (the people that abandoned them didn't even leave them some food and water, so I'm guessing that they really wanted them to die). My grandmother used to have bunnies, so she knew a little bit about how to care for rodents. Unfortunately I found them at night, so I couldn't get the things they needed (like hay, for example). So, I made do with what I had. I gave them carrots (boy did they eat!) and a water bowl (which is not recommended, but what could I do?). I spent all night with them (didn't even study, which was what I was going to do when I went to my grandmother's).
The next day I took them to the vet. I knew that at least one of them was hurt in his paw. There I found out that they were both female. They were both dehydrated and malnourished and they needed a bath really badly (and these animals don't need baths, because they take care of it themselves, so guess how dirty they were). The pig that had a hurt paw had to be given an injection. Poor thing shrieked so much! The vet asked me to hold her down and I was really scared that I'd get bitten. But that didn't happen. After the injection, I picked her up and held her. The sweetest thing happened: she calmed down, relaxed against me and laid her head on my shoulder. I fell in love. I just knew that I would keep these two gals.

Two weeks have gone by. They are happy, they are being treated with love, they always have food and water... I gotta say I'm proud of what I did and of what I'm doing. Those animals didn't deserve what was done to them. Thank God I decided to study at my grandmother's house, or else... I don't even like to think about it.

Oh, according to the vet, the guinea pigs are still very young (about a month and a half, maybe two months now). Their names are Brownie and Whitey (what's more original than that?). So... guess their colors!