My Evil Plan to Save the World~
...Okay, not really, but still. >>;;
Prom is friday, finals are all next week, followed by graduation on the 7th of June, and I'm about 95% certain that I have a job lined up for the summer (filing in the Registry of Deeds). Uncle Bob's in hospice since his liver is failing, Uncle Beamish is off wandering around somewhere after calling the house while piss-ass drunk since he stopped going to AA and... no one really wants to deal with him at the moment.
And Aunt Sheryl is probaby stoned. Somewhere. To tell the truth, I'm really beyond caring about her, after she's screwed herself over so many times during the last few years; the fact that I don't give a crap about her is actually more disconcerting to me than the idea that she might be drugged-up or half-dead in some other nitwit's house (because, as much as a nutjob she might be, she's still family, right? Grampa would have a shitfit if he knew. >.<).
Still need to return my physics book, pre-calc book, and Doctor Zhivago. Probably should have read Doctor Zhivago, but forget that. x.x
But, to make up for the emo, I bring pictures of the new puppy~ <3
This pic is actually from a few weeks ago, before all the rain. Liz (far left ... I think) and her two brothers; they've doubled in size since.
Taken yesterday. She's about 10 lbs (Jake was only 8), and waaay more active than he was. Jake won't stop looking over towards the puppy pen since her visit.
...For the record, if Jake ever has any hope of being the dominant one out of these two, he's screwed.
Presenting: Face of Evil. >3
Prom is friday, finals are all next week, followed by graduation on the 7th of June, and I'm about 95% certain that I have a job lined up for the summer (filing in the Registry of Deeds). Uncle Bob's in hospice since his liver is failing, Uncle Beamish is off wandering around somewhere after calling the house while piss-ass drunk since he stopped going to AA and... no one really wants to deal with him at the moment.
And Aunt Sheryl is probaby stoned. Somewhere. To tell the truth, I'm really beyond caring about her, after she's screwed herself over so many times during the last few years; the fact that I don't give a crap about her is actually more disconcerting to me than the idea that she might be drugged-up or half-dead in some other nitwit's house (because, as much as a nutjob she might be, she's still family, right? Grampa would have a shitfit if he knew. >.<).
Still need to return my physics book, pre-calc book, and Doctor Zhivago. Probably should have read Doctor Zhivago, but forget that. x.x
But, to make up for the emo, I bring pictures of the new puppy~ <3
This pic is actually from a few weeks ago, before all the rain. Liz (far left ... I think) and her two brothers; they've doubled in size since.
Taken yesterday. She's about 10 lbs (Jake was only 8), and waaay more active than he was. Jake won't stop looking over towards the puppy pen since her visit.
...For the record, if Jake ever has any hope of being the dominant one out of these two, he's screwed.
Presenting: Face of Evil. >3