"We could wear each other's pants! I can see myself in your pants."
Zoie went into the (animal) hospital on Tuesday. My mom went downstairs and she was unable to use her back legs. My mom took her to the hospital right away and they said they'd need to do surgery immediately. She's still at the hospital but she is coming home on Monday.
At first they weren't sure if she'd ever be able to walk again or pee by herself. We went to visit her and she looked horrible. She was in so much pain that she couldn't keep her eyes open. They had shaved from her shoulders back and the scar went all the way down her back and they had sewed it up. There was a bandage with writing that they had stapled to her back. Stapled. She kept crying and around her eyes was all wet so I could tell she'd been crying a lot.
I was really upset because of all the things she won't be able to do for the next 6 weeks, but now I'm just really excited that she is coming home. I'm going to get a wagon or a stroller to take her to the park in, and I already took my mattress off the bedframe and just put it on the floor so she can stay here. She's coming home on Monday so I think I'm staying home from school to be with her.
In other news, I think I dislike school more than I ever have before. I'm tired of all the work. I really like to learn and I really like being around people, but I could do that outside of school on my own and then actually learn about what I want to learn about. Don't worry, I'm not dropping out or anything, although my desire to fail all of my classes is immense.
I really just want to get my apartment and make art all the time and go to art classes and drive around and make art films (my newest endeavor.) And work at a coffee shop or art store. And get my car. And be with Zoie. I'll probably not hang out with people so much when Zoie comes home, but people can come over here. I just don't want to leave her here.
Things with artist boy are non-existent. End.
On a happier note (sarcasm), I got all b's last semester except for a 95 in French 4. Go figure, my highest level class is my highest grade. But I don't think it matters anyway.
I guess I seem pretty down, but I'm actually not so much. I'm pretty happy. I'm gonna go play with spray paint.