This day just keeps getting better and better
Today I woke up in a terriffic mood, got to school on time, kicked my algebra test's ass, did a good egyptian picture in art, and for the most part, did well the whole day. Then lunch time rolls around, and shit starts to hit the fan. I'm hungry as hell, and I have no money so I call up my mom to take me out to lunch, like she usually will if I have money, and I pay for it. I remembered that I had 18 dollars at home, and so I call her up during advisory. I'm hiding behind kali so the teach doesn't see me using the celly phone.
When my Mom answers she sounds totally distraught, and tells me that Binx (my chinchilla..who is like my fucking son and I would hate myself if anything ever happened to him) She tells me that he isn't moving! I freak the fuck out...I don't care if the teacher sees me or not...I just stop hiding, and ask her questions like "Is he breathing? Are his eyes open?!?" Shit like that...and she can't really say...I'm freaking and I start crying because I think my baby is going to die. Kali is there with me though, so I wasn't as scared. I told my Mom to come pick me up...I was crying all hardcore at lunch...waiting for her, and when I finally saw her I ran to the truck, and my little sister had him in her hands. I waited for the "He's dead" but it never came...
I just held him there for about 5 minutes rocking him back and forth talking to him in the parking lot. He started moving, but not as jumpy as he usually is. So I told my Mom to take me to the vet. She did, and the vet said that he went into shock. I don't know why...So he's there right now, and we are going to go pick him up a little later tonight.
Plus the fact that my Sister is moving back to California tomorrow. *sigh*...I don't want her too. Shit is going to get fucked up. It's hard to live with her, and ya know she's my sister but I just can't handle her sometimes...I feel like I am the older mature one who does everything. She lives like a slob, and she is only nice to me when she wants something...this should be interesting.
On a lighter note..I'm hopefully and most likely going to go see Nelson this weekend...Yes...
When my Mom answers she sounds totally distraught, and tells me that Binx (my chinchilla..who is like my fucking son and I would hate myself if anything ever happened to him) She tells me that he isn't moving! I freak the fuck out...I don't care if the teacher sees me or not...I just stop hiding, and ask her questions like "Is he breathing? Are his eyes open?!?" Shit like that...and she can't really say...I'm freaking and I start crying because I think my baby is going to die. Kali is there with me though, so I wasn't as scared. I told my Mom to come pick me up...I was crying all hardcore at lunch...waiting for her, and when I finally saw her I ran to the truck, and my little sister had him in her hands. I waited for the "He's dead" but it never came...
I just held him there for about 5 minutes rocking him back and forth talking to him in the parking lot. He started moving, but not as jumpy as he usually is. So I told my Mom to take me to the vet. She did, and the vet said that he went into shock. I don't know why...So he's there right now, and we are going to go pick him up a little later tonight.
Plus the fact that my Sister is moving back to California tomorrow. *sigh*...I don't want her too. Shit is going to get fucked up. It's hard to live with her, and ya know she's my sister but I just can't handle her sometimes...I feel like I am the older mature one who does everything. She lives like a slob, and she is only nice to me when she wants something...this should be interesting.
On a lighter note..I'm hopefully and most likely going to go see Nelson this weekend...Yes...