Monday, November 06, 2006 . 11/06/2006

I went to the animal shelter with my friend on Saturday, and it was pretty fun I guess. Walking the dogs kind of made me pissed off though, since the one I was walking kept trying to get infront of me. We walked quite a ways too, and I'm not used to that, so I got really tired and irritated. When we went back to the shelter to put the dogs in their kennels or whatever, I was relieved that it was over. I was so tired, I just wanted to leave.

So the part of actually being at the shelter wasn't what was fun.. it was afterwards. My friend stayed over for awhile and we talked, something I haven't done in a long time. It was nice having an actual friend instead of just me with my parents all the time. I didn't feel like a loser.

I finished the second exam for World History, and I got about three wrong or so. It gets so boring sitting at home by myself that sometimes I wonder if it would be better for me to go back to regular school, but then I begin to think how horrible it will be. Me, all quiet, no friends, stress. Then again, if I went back in the middle of the year, people would be more friendly towards me, I think, as opposed to going on the first day of school like everybody else. They'd want to make sure I had friends, so they'd come to me. That always happened when new people came in class in the middle of the year.

Anyway.. I've been thinking a lot lately on how much I want to be in a relationship, and not just on the internet either. I need to be close to somebody, I need to be told I am loved. I am afraid when my time does come that I'll be all awkward and nervous. But then again, pretty much everyone tends to get that way.

My favorite cat, Doots, hasn't come in for awhile. He does this quite often but I worry.. he tends to get into fights. Just a few days ago he came home with a bloody face. I fucking hate my dad for letting him out all the time. I keep telling him that he could get killed, and he only replies with a childish "psh" noise or "will you clean the litterbox?" My god, what's more important, worrying about the smell of cat poop or your favorite cat dying because of ignorance? After all, it's his favorite cat too. I am going to make my dad's life a fucking living hell if my cat doesn't come back soon. I keep trying to explain to him.. uhg.. it's just so frustrating. He is so stupid that it's hard to argue with him. He turns everything into an arguement. This has got to fucking stop. 0 Comments - Post/view comments