Life isn't completely fawntastic (yet), but I think it has the potential to get there. ^___^ Weekends tend to put a positive spin on my outlook, but when Tuesday rolls around, and I have classes, I'll probably start moping again. That's the general pattern.
It's funny how I've formed a definite weekly routine; it involves a roller coaster of ups and downs that seems a little eccentric most of the time. I only have classes Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, which is nice for the most part. Having three day weeks seemed like an awesome schedule at first, but then when the semester actually started up, I found out how difficult it was to balance out three days of intense amounts of work with four very intense classes. I kind of feel like this is my first year of college since this is the first semester where the work I'm given is of interest towards my future career.
After my Thursday night class, I tend to become overwhelmed with a huge sense of relief. The week is finally over, and I can go back to my old self. For the next four days, I don't have to worry about classes, homework or getting stressed out. That's exactly how I felt last night. All of a sudden, that smile comes back and my attitude towards all the work I've done throughout the week and the people I talk to makes a 180. Poor Beth and Shawn have to put up with quick changes of attitude. They're troopers though, thank goodness.
I've made sure to keep up with small rewards for myself along the way. So if I have an extra tough week, I usually splurge with goodies on the weekends, meaning that I don't hesitate when I see something sweet. I've become pretty weak when it comes to coffee lately, so the "something sweet" usually means that I'll opt for a good quality piece of chocolate as I drink my coffee. The small little piece of goodness somehow makes the entire week seem worth it.
Another example of weekend splurges is my newest plushie addition, Lola. I fell in love with the fawn when I saw one of my favorite sellers on Etsy put her up for sale. I immediately bought her (and received a lot of teasing from Beth because of yet another plushie purchase) and waited for her arrival. Shawn picked her up from my house and brought her to me last night. As soon as I saw her in person, I knew that it was meant to be. Her old fashioned look reminds me so much of Mark Ryden's artwork; I decided to name her Lola after another favorite artist of mine. (Ryden and Lola seem to have a very similar take on art, hence my decision to name her Lola instead of Mark or Ryden. Plus, my fawn needed a feminine name.) Lola's sitting right next to me as I type. *taps her on the head* She's one of my favorite plushies now.
Besides enduring my ups and downs, I've been dealing with Yukimo's own roller coaster of emotions. My poor little hammy has been going through so much change lately. What most people don't realize is how sensitive to change small animals are. In fact, the reason most hammies end up dying is because of a disease that has to do with nervousness. I was worried that all the moving from my old apartment to my house to my new apartment would really hurt Yukimo, and it did for a while. She started to tear her fur on her underbelly out a couple of times, leaving her with reddish-pink skin. I tried to spend as much time with her as possible at my house, but she fought back.
Yukimo absolutely hated the fact that she had to adjust to a new home and would bite almost anyone that picked her up. Eventually, Mom and Kathleen became scared of her, so when Beth and I had to move to our new place and leave Yukimo behind for about two weeks, no one held her. I was struck with guilt the entire time, but I had to wait until my air conditioner was fixed (since she can't survive in the extreme heat) before I could bring her back to live with me. As soon as she was back with me, I noticed a difference in her. She's been extra active around her cage; she hasn't bitten anyone for weeks; and her fur has almost completely grown back.
Yukimo has never looked so beautiful and fresh before. I'm so happy to have my perfect hammy back. She won't have to adjust to a new home again for a long time, so I think it'll only be good times from here on out!