This can't be good.
I think I've been receiving bad omens from the beyond.
The Ehringhaus Dorm kitty aka Rufus...one of the most adorable cats I've ever seen, with his black-and-white moo-cow spots, who hung around outside my dorm for a good few weeks...died last night. No, not just died. He was murdered. I think he was on an excursion to Hinton James when a car hit him on Manning Drive. I used to feed this kitty. I used to squat outside whenever I'd see him on my way to and from class just to pet him and love on him. And the next thing I know, totally unexpectedly, his head is squashed on the road.
I was so heartbroken. And I know this sounds incredibly stupid to other people, but I cried. Someone made a profile for him on facebook, and I was looking at his picture, with his unassuming eyes staring up at the camera, and it just made me incredibly sad. I was attached to that little guy, and I bet the person who hit him didn't even care or stop to do anything. I get more attached to animals than people, I don't know why. Probably because humans suck and kill helpless, harmless animals like Rufus.
And then today, when I was helping Linden take her stuff to the car, I picked up her little fish bowl, and I noticed her fish was flipped upside down on its back, just floating lifelessly. It had been alive a mere minute before! And then it was just dead.
Things keep dying. And also, inconsequentially, but I spilled my soda this afternoon all over my dorm floor. I hadn't even touched it. I set it down on the microwave, and then fucking suddenly, a few seconds later, it crashes to the floor. I don't even know how 'cause I sure as hell didn't touch it. And I had to mop it all up, and the floor was just sticky, and it just put me in a crappy mood at that point. Minor point, but still, it's like something is trying to push at me.
Bad omens, I'm telling you. I think this can only mean that spring break is going to blow.
The Ehringhaus Dorm kitty aka Rufus...one of the most adorable cats I've ever seen, with his black-and-white moo-cow spots, who hung around outside my dorm for a good few weeks...died last night. No, not just died. He was murdered. I think he was on an excursion to Hinton James when a car hit him on Manning Drive. I used to feed this kitty. I used to squat outside whenever I'd see him on my way to and from class just to pet him and love on him. And the next thing I know, totally unexpectedly, his head is squashed on the road.
I was so heartbroken. And I know this sounds incredibly stupid to other people, but I cried. Someone made a profile for him on facebook, and I was looking at his picture, with his unassuming eyes staring up at the camera, and it just made me incredibly sad. I was attached to that little guy, and I bet the person who hit him didn't even care or stop to do anything. I get more attached to animals than people, I don't know why. Probably because humans suck and kill helpless, harmless animals like Rufus.
And then today, when I was helping Linden take her stuff to the car, I picked up her little fish bowl, and I noticed her fish was flipped upside down on its back, just floating lifelessly. It had been alive a mere minute before! And then it was just dead.
Things keep dying. And also, inconsequentially, but I spilled my soda this afternoon all over my dorm floor. I hadn't even touched it. I set it down on the microwave, and then fucking suddenly, a few seconds later, it crashes to the floor. I don't even know how 'cause I sure as hell didn't touch it. And I had to mop it all up, and the floor was just sticky, and it just put me in a crappy mood at that point. Minor point, but still, it's like something is trying to push at me.
Bad omens, I'm telling you. I think this can only mean that spring break is going to blow.