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I have to say, it is weird to come to the realization that we are "grown-ups". I don't feel any different. I don't recall when it changed. I don't even think I wanted it to change. Alsas . . .
I rescued a cat, the other day, that showed up in front of TJMaxx in the freezing cold. I have named her Talulah. Buster hates her with a vegence and also hates me for bringing her home. It's actually really funny because he's so fat and irate but loveable and fluffy. It should be a rule the fat, fluffy cats can't be angry.
I am thinking about changing my major. To Art History. And then I could teach. It's a thought.
Alex has found an older boy from Lexington who does magic. She met him at Oasis. I giggled, as it was my doing, until I realized that Magicman (as we refer to him because he was there performing magic . . . ) was into very bad things. Like Eminem. And, well, magic. He is also 17 . . . Alex is 14. I really should have thought that one out a bit more.
P.S. - I hate the winter and its bleak oppresion. It is a season of the devil, and that's final. Anyone who thinks otherwise should be forced to walk, in subzero temeratures and pelting snow bombs, 6 miles . . . and is also the devil. End of story.
P.P.S. - I miss having a life outside of school and work.
I rescued a cat, the other day, that showed up in front of TJMaxx in the freezing cold. I have named her Talulah. Buster hates her with a vegence and also hates me for bringing her home. It's actually really funny because he's so fat and irate but loveable and fluffy. It should be a rule the fat, fluffy cats can't be angry.
I am thinking about changing my major. To Art History. And then I could teach. It's a thought.
Alex has found an older boy from Lexington who does magic. She met him at Oasis. I giggled, as it was my doing, until I realized that Magicman (as we refer to him because he was there performing magic . . . ) was into very bad things. Like Eminem. And, well, magic. He is also 17 . . . Alex is 14. I really should have thought that one out a bit more.
P.S. - I hate the winter and its bleak oppresion. It is a season of the devil, and that's final. Anyone who thinks otherwise should be forced to walk, in subzero temeratures and pelting snow bombs, 6 miles . . . and is also the devil. End of story.
P.P.S. - I miss having a life outside of school and work.