I want a rat...

I've been a bad little blogger again. I used to be so good at this, and I don't know what went wrong. I have my suspicions that it is connected to the awkwardness on the floor at the moment, as it doesn't really make good blogging material. Basically, it's just me and Princess now. Child Genius has buried herself in revision, and Butterfly isn't talking to us anymore. It's sad, but I don't like to dwell on it. It makes me feel too angry.

I still want a rat. Well, two to be precise. I've wanted to have one for months now, and recently my need for a pet rodent has suddenly increased. My plan is to buy two when I leave Uni, a white one called Pandora and a black one called Jezebel. I've got it all planned out in my head. Now it's a case of waiting for two years.

Anyway, I'll post more tomorrow. I'm in the process of preparing for my parents' visit in the morning. I'm taking them to see the new flat that I'll be living in next year. I went to view it with Princess on Friday, and it looked amazing. They also said that they would put more shelfing in if we wanted it, so that's good. It may be an excuse to take my dolls with me next year. Oh, devious me...