Strange Little Thing Number One:

On cnn.com today there is a story about Iggy, a pet iguana who swallowed a toy iguana. The little boy that owns Iggy feed the toy iguana to him. The news is calling Iggy a "cannibal" but I don't blame Iggy- I blame his child owner who gave him the toy in the first place. Iggy survived thanks to a 24hour vet that removed the toy. (RIP Iggy and toy Iggy)!

When I was a kid I had a hamster named Kotu. I rarely played with Kotu because he used to bite me. (I would have bit me too) When I did take Kotu out of his cage I would put him in a rolley ball and spin him around until he got sick. At the time I didn't realize I was torturing him- I was just a kid playing with my "toy" pet. (RIP Kotu the only pet I ever had).

I propose that you have to be at least 10 years old or older to own a pet - OR the pets should be armed with weapons so they can fight back against their underage owners.




And now Strange Little Thing Number Two:

Today my Mom called me and and gave me a free counseling and basically told me that I should get a job at a big Hollywood Studio and work my way up the ladder to become the best film director I can be!!!

I don't want to be a film director. I never have wanted to be a film director.

Oh and I almost forgot to tell you that it was the first time she called since January 19 2007. My mother. Called.


Strange Little Thing Number Three:

As much as I want to, I don't really care. Not anymore. I have a fantastic Grandma and four wonderful aunts and a scholarship to study at School of Clinical Medicine, University of Cambridge and I am going home this weekend and my serve is getting faster and I am wearing my favorite T-Shirt right now so I don't care!

She called!

No, I don't care.

My mom. Called!

RIP Iggy, Toy Iggy, and Kotu.