Stopping Points
In a stroke of sheer brilliance on my part, I left my power cord for my laptop at school. So I'm typing this on out other mac, the non-mobile one. The keyboard is clunky and the spacebar sticks. D: I miss my laptop already, and it's just sitting right next to me.
...My brother managed to get online with his 360. And he told me at dinner he started to download the RE5 demo, but stopped because it was taking to long. What.
Had to beg him to download it for me, so I can play it the next time I come home (won't have time tomorrow, I don't think. Dammit). I imagine it's going to be a very lulzy experience, because I can't aim with a 360 controller to save my life (the Wii is a whole other story - on that, my friends, I am mostly ace ).
Also had a bit of a cry earlier, over my dog. She managed to hurt herself again. I don't know what to do to help her when she does this, and all she wants to do is be close to someone when she hurts like that. It breaks my heart to sit there and hold her as she whimpers and trembles, but it's all she wants and it's all I can really do until she feels better again.
She's just getting so old. It's so easy to forget, though - sometimes she runs around like she's still a puppy, barking at the tissues she yanks out of the trash and doing her little "bichon buzz" around the house. But then there are days when her age (she's almost thirteen, now) starts to show, and it's so obvious she's slowing down and getting stiff and going blind and deaf and then it hits me: she won't be around forever. She won't be around forever and I can't be here for her all of the time because I have to go to school. And so I leave her for weeks on end, and I get to hear from my parents how much she misses me, how she'll go into my room and look at my bed like she still expects me to be in it, or how she'll disappear and my parents will go looking for her only to find her cuddled up against a pair of jeans I left behind the last time I was in town.
If I think I'm going to lose it if Jill Valentine turns out to actually be dead (no hoax, no tyrant business), I'm going to be about a million times worse when my dog goes. Jill's a fictional character, no matter how much I adore her. My dog...my dog is my best friend.
...My brother managed to get online with his 360. And he told me at dinner he started to download the RE5 demo, but stopped because it was taking to long. What.
Had to beg him to download it for me, so I can play it the next time I come home (won't have time tomorrow, I don't think. Dammit). I imagine it's going to be a very lulzy experience, because I can't aim with a 360 controller to save my life (the Wii is a whole other story - on that, my friends, I am mostly ace ).
Also had a bit of a cry earlier, over my dog. She managed to hurt herself again. I don't know what to do to help her when she does this, and all she wants to do is be close to someone when she hurts like that. It breaks my heart to sit there and hold her as she whimpers and trembles, but it's all she wants and it's all I can really do until she feels better again.
She's just getting so old. It's so easy to forget, though - sometimes she runs around like she's still a puppy, barking at the tissues she yanks out of the trash and doing her little "bichon buzz" around the house. But then there are days when her age (she's almost thirteen, now) starts to show, and it's so obvious she's slowing down and getting stiff and going blind and deaf and then it hits me: she won't be around forever. She won't be around forever and I can't be here for her all of the time because I have to go to school. And so I leave her for weeks on end, and I get to hear from my parents how much she misses me, how she'll go into my room and look at my bed like she still expects me to be in it, or how she'll disappear and my parents will go looking for her only to find her cuddled up against a pair of jeans I left behind the last time I was in town.
If I think I'm going to lose it if Jill Valentine turns out to actually be dead (no hoax, no tyrant business), I'm going to be about a million times worse when my dog goes. Jill's a fictional character, no matter how much I adore her. My dog...my dog is my best friend.