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My cat, pooches, is not doing so well. We found him about a week ago with a big gash on his head, and we figure that it was a car that hit him. What we know about him is that he responds to us being around by purring and/or meowing, hes partially or all the way blind, and when he walks, he walks in a counter clockwise circle, and he's able to eat on his own, if we give him the food. meaning we don't have to like insert it into him, he eats, he just doesn't know where it is. We are keeping him in my dog's cage so that he doesn't hurt himself, but when we let him out, he just keeps walking in circles until he runs into something. It really is painful to watch. I don't know what to do. I don't want to put him to sleep, i don't want to agree to that, but i feel like it would be the best thing. Poor little guy... why do bad things happen to good cats?
I had an amazing halloween. The whole weekend kind of sucked, aside from work which is my favorite place in the world to be making money. We blasted justin timberlake at like 8 in the morning to make fun of a kid we work with who had the justified cd in his cd collection, and claimed that it was "his girlfreinds". haha Its fun when the boss isn't there. Oh also, a stupid kid named marcus that i never really liked, got fired because he was a slacker, and now they are hiring i believe. So if anyone wants to work in a real kitchen, apply. But both nights i really did nothing at all, and it was kind of worsened because everyone else was out galavanting at their halloween parties. But anyways, sunday night was amazing. Erica and Shane had an amazing idea to play frisbee under the lights at nichols. I don't even know why we never did this during the summer, because i had so much fun. we played for like 2 hours straight. i'm still beat. frisbee is an amazing thing. my fav sport. and those kids were just so cool. and just being under the lights made you feel so awesome. i donno. one of those memories that i'll remember for a long time.
aaaaand as far as colleges go, i'm applying at Johnson and Wales, Southern New Hampshire, CIA, maybe UNH, and hopefully a few good ones that a find that i might go to if i decide against culinary. ANy suggestions?
and i got new kicks. i like them. they actually look semi-ok on me, which is weird. shoes usually look goofy on me. it was a pleasant change. i really want to get ben sherman merchandise. i only have a shirt. i want the whole shabang.
i need the best album you own. tell me what it is and i'll get it. no doubt.
i revised my essay, but i think it still needs some work. tell me what you think, what i can change, grammar, whatever, it would help a lot
One September afternoon, I received news that my cat had been killed. Probably a local coyote didn’t like him invading his area, and killed him. My neighbor found him and sent me the letter in the mail. He was also nice enough to deal with the burying. It crushed me. What a horrible thing death was, especially when it happened to such a cat as Bombie.
Bombie was the epitome of awesome. Even the way his name came up is pretty cool. I received him on my fourth birthday. At the age of four, naming a cat can be somewhat exciting. Who am I kidding, this was the best day of my four year old life. This kitten was black with a little tuft of white on his neck. Keep in mind, my vocabulary was not at all voluminous at four years old. I looked at him, searching my brain for a perfect name, and thought, “hey, he’s round and black, like a bomb!” Then I thought, “hey, he’s a baby!” Therefore, I put two and two together, and thus was the naming of this wonderful cat of mine.
Bombie and I were inseparable. A regular Calvin and Hobbes we were. He would come outside with me, sleep with me, even bathe with me. He’d sit outside the shower, and let me pet him. Weird? Yes. Adorable? Yes. He was my best friend. However, problems began to arise in my life. Schoolwork, friends, family, the opposite sex, appendicitis. Bombie was always there for me, through it all. I know, I know, your cat is “there for you” too, but I feel like Bombie really was more. My parents knew how much he meant to me. If my mom saw me sitting in my room, wishing the world would cut me some slack, she would haul him in and plop him on top of me. I talked; he listened. You may think of me as maniacal, but some of my best conversations about life in general were with Bombie. If he was there with me, everything seemed to make sense. If he heard me crying, he would rush in and start purring and rubbing against my stomach. Most importantly, Bombie didn’t judge me. He accepted me, and he loved me.
Bombie was laid-back. He didn’t care about anything except getting rest and chilling out. I just love people like that. He was a hippie. He taught me how to express myself. I have met so many people in my 17 years on this planet. Each and every person has helped me, and taught me vital lessons. When searching for people that will influence my life, I keep Bombie in my thoughts. If one seems as if they will do for me what Bombie has, then in my mind, they are worth the friendship. I always strive to influence the people that I meet in a positive manner. If Bombie can posthumously keep me this happy and this aware about the positive things in life, than I can to the people I meet. It’s amazing. Bombie taught me all these lessons, all without ever saying a word.
-Benjamin (i think i've decided that i finally like my full name)
My cat, pooches, is not doing so well. We found him about a week ago with a big gash on his head, and we figure that it was a car that hit him. What we know about him is that he responds to us being around by purring and/or meowing, hes partially or all the way blind, and when he walks, he walks in a counter clockwise circle, and he's able to eat on his own, if we give him the food. meaning we don't have to like insert it into him, he eats, he just doesn't know where it is. We are keeping him in my dog's cage so that he doesn't hurt himself, but when we let him out, he just keeps walking in circles until he runs into something. It really is painful to watch. I don't know what to do. I don't want to put him to sleep, i don't want to agree to that, but i feel like it would be the best thing. Poor little guy... why do bad things happen to good cats?
I had an amazing halloween. The whole weekend kind of sucked, aside from work which is my favorite place in the world to be making money. We blasted justin timberlake at like 8 in the morning to make fun of a kid we work with who had the justified cd in his cd collection, and claimed that it was "his girlfreinds". haha Its fun when the boss isn't there. Oh also, a stupid kid named marcus that i never really liked, got fired because he was a slacker, and now they are hiring i believe. So if anyone wants to work in a real kitchen, apply. But both nights i really did nothing at all, and it was kind of worsened because everyone else was out galavanting at their halloween parties. But anyways, sunday night was amazing. Erica and Shane had an amazing idea to play frisbee under the lights at nichols. I don't even know why we never did this during the summer, because i had so much fun. we played for like 2 hours straight. i'm still beat. frisbee is an amazing thing. my fav sport. and those kids were just so cool. and just being under the lights made you feel so awesome. i donno. one of those memories that i'll remember for a long time.
aaaaand as far as colleges go, i'm applying at Johnson and Wales, Southern New Hampshire, CIA, maybe UNH, and hopefully a few good ones that a find that i might go to if i decide against culinary. ANy suggestions?
and i got new kicks. i like them. they actually look semi-ok on me, which is weird. shoes usually look goofy on me. it was a pleasant change. i really want to get ben sherman merchandise. i only have a shirt. i want the whole shabang.
i need the best album you own. tell me what it is and i'll get it. no doubt.
i revised my essay, but i think it still needs some work. tell me what you think, what i can change, grammar, whatever, it would help a lot
One September afternoon, I received news that my cat had been killed. Probably a local coyote didn’t like him invading his area, and killed him. My neighbor found him and sent me the letter in the mail. He was also nice enough to deal with the burying. It crushed me. What a horrible thing death was, especially when it happened to such a cat as Bombie.
Bombie was the epitome of awesome. Even the way his name came up is pretty cool. I received him on my fourth birthday. At the age of four, naming a cat can be somewhat exciting. Who am I kidding, this was the best day of my four year old life. This kitten was black with a little tuft of white on his neck. Keep in mind, my vocabulary was not at all voluminous at four years old. I looked at him, searching my brain for a perfect name, and thought, “hey, he’s round and black, like a bomb!” Then I thought, “hey, he’s a baby!” Therefore, I put two and two together, and thus was the naming of this wonderful cat of mine.
Bombie and I were inseparable. A regular Calvin and Hobbes we were. He would come outside with me, sleep with me, even bathe with me. He’d sit outside the shower, and let me pet him. Weird? Yes. Adorable? Yes. He was my best friend. However, problems began to arise in my life. Schoolwork, friends, family, the opposite sex, appendicitis. Bombie was always there for me, through it all. I know, I know, your cat is “there for you” too, but I feel like Bombie really was more. My parents knew how much he meant to me. If my mom saw me sitting in my room, wishing the world would cut me some slack, she would haul him in and plop him on top of me. I talked; he listened. You may think of me as maniacal, but some of my best conversations about life in general were with Bombie. If he was there with me, everything seemed to make sense. If he heard me crying, he would rush in and start purring and rubbing against my stomach. Most importantly, Bombie didn’t judge me. He accepted me, and he loved me.
Bombie was laid-back. He didn’t care about anything except getting rest and chilling out. I just love people like that. He was a hippie. He taught me how to express myself. I have met so many people in my 17 years on this planet. Each and every person has helped me, and taught me vital lessons. When searching for people that will influence my life, I keep Bombie in my thoughts. If one seems as if they will do for me what Bombie has, then in my mind, they are worth the friendship. I always strive to influence the people that I meet in a positive manner. If Bombie can posthumously keep me this happy and this aware about the positive things in life, than I can to the people I meet. It’s amazing. Bombie taught me all these lessons, all without ever saying a word.
-Benjamin (i think i've decided that i finally like my full name)