Heyyy, so much for that "Coming Back" thing, eh?

Well, how ironic. The last journal entry I put up mentioned my cat being killed; in this one we can discuss the death of my beloved guinea pig, Yuki.

Actually, I'd rather not. She was very special to me, and I miss her already :/

On a happier note, that little icon in the corner of my dA page will finally become a reality... on November 14, I actually get to MEET. THE. LEONARD NIMOY. You have no idea how fucking psyched I am about this. omfgomfogmfomgfomgfomgfomgfomgofmgoifdng bkjhsdak

Kay. Done.

No, but really, it'll be awesome. I'm going with my babysitter from when I was .5 to around six or seven at least (she and my mom stalked me on my first day on kindergarden. Hid in the bushes, took pictures, the whole shabang.) Turns out, she loves Star Trek too, and now we're going together and it'll be great to catch up and... I'm really happy

... why am I disclosing this on a webpage that no one will look at? D:

Anyways. Look. More Crap. There's a new iscribble dump on the way, so you can all get your torches and get ready to flame. Both of you (Chelsey and Alex, you know who you are.)

It's officially 3:23 Am on October 26, 2009. This is ToraChibiChan. Ready to MEET LEONARD NIMOY AND FIND OUT WHAT HE SMELLS LIKE. -eyetwitch-

... What D: My friend and I found James T. Kirk collogne in borders, so I know what Shatner smells like. Now I get to find out what SPOCK smells like. RADICAL, DOOD.