Yup, I'm still alive. *wink* *wink* While I'd say the 105 trillion digits of pi only cover an eighth of how long I've been gone, time flew by quickly for me.
This time though, the reason for my inactivity wasn't because of my rebellious laziness. Now, if your ears are durable enough, allow me to yap away on why I was gone for these past few millennium.
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It all started when my dad's cousin's son was soon to be wed in Armenia. Hundreds of people were going to fly out to participate in the wedding, and so was my family, until my mom's health problems put everything to a halt. She's okay now, but still recovering. So since we weren't able to attend the wedding, the next best thing happened. You see, my dad's cousin (i don't know how else to word this 
) has a dog named Archoog. She needs to be supervised since she is rambunctious puppy, and no one will be at the house to look after her since everyone else is at the wedding. So my mom took this opportunity to dogsit her, along with me. My dad stayed home at our house so he can watch Zadie, our dog, while me and my mom stayed at Archoog's house. We were planning to stay there for about 10 days, so we had to pack some stuff. I decided to pack my computer and iPod too, even though I knew they probably wouldn't have any wifi on them when we arrived at Archoog's home. I still kept them in my bag, and once we got there, sure enough, my computer wouldn't work. Its only functions were taking pictures on it and Google Docs for some weird reason, and Google Docs wasn't even stable enough to work when I got on it 
Since the camera worked fine though, I decided to take some pictures of Archoog. While I think I could've taken more, hopefully these capture her mischievousness well >:-D
teehee so gremliny 
Archoog supposedly means "little bear" in Armenian, which I can confirm, is very appropriate for her. She's extremely hyper when someone new walks through the door, especially when it's around bedtime. She does this weird roley thing on the ground, and just runs around the house doing who knows what. Not to mention she can jump up on counters, so if you leave food on it, it'll most likely be too late once she's done with it. She also tends to bark at stuff that isn't even there, which resulted in many mini heart attacks because I thought there was a burglar in the house 
Anyways, ye. I wish I could speak Armenian, let alone that I'm part Armenian myself. I literally know only one word though, which is vardik, which translates to underwear in English. How the hecky do I use that in a conversation though
Welp, that's how stuff's been going. There's also a pool at the house, so the last few days have just been me swimming. They have a diving board too, so :-D At least I still managed to have fun while everyone else was being big backs during the wedding (i swear on my Wezer albums Armenian food is so good 
) On the bright side though, my dad's cousin has two sons, so the one that isn't married has a possibility of getting married in Armenia in the future, which means my dream to go there will be fulfilled :'-D
hmmm what else to say, i daurnt knaur 
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You might be wondering how I am writing this since earlier I said I didn't have any wifi on my computer 
Well, my dad actually came over here a couple of days ago to just check on us and catch up on what we were doing with Archoog. While he was here though, he actually helped my connect to a network and I successfully got wifi (yipe 
) So ye, that's why :-)
That wasn't the only thing I wanted to say though, actually. Prepare yourselves, it's kinda a gross story 
So before we started dogsitting Archoog, her owner, my dad's cousin (arjghsbwghefhfgfdshdfjghfrehsdfghowelsedoiwordthis) gave us a little paper with stuff like what to feed her and when, her little schedule, and just stuff like that. In the paper, it also said that Archoog usually sleeps with someone, and not by herself. And because me and my mom were already captivated by Archoog's cuteness, we allowed her to sleep on the bed. Until one day, of course 
She was peacefully napping on the foot of the bed while I was reading my book, and all of a sudden I saw a little brown dot that was moving. As I looked closer, I realized it was a flea. Now I mind you, my dad's cousin had already us about her flea problem, but nothing like a flea infestation on the bed I'm terrorfied of bugs, so this was an absolute nightmare. I killed one flea, then seconds later, another one popped up. It was like a loop. No matter how many times I squished them, more appeared. Fortunately for me, I informed my mom, and she brang in that fly zapper thing and started slapping the heck out of the bed with it. After we confirmed there were no fleas anymore, we rested. ... Except Archoog, who was banned from the bed. #justiceformygirlarchoog
I call it "The fleancident"
Well, despite being partially traumatized from the fleancident, my whole week has been pretty good. Although, this is probably going to be the only Twinkie sighting of the week, because I've got it pretty packed for these next couple of days. When I return home though, I'll most likely make a post. For now though, expect me to be inactive, once again.
erm.... ye. Me and my mom are actually supposed to drive over to our house to meet up with my dad so we can hang out a bit, and then in the nighttime we'll drive back to Archoog's place. And that's basically it. :-D
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