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I'm such a procrastinator. I'm really sad because Tyler has left for California and I won't see him again until Monday. I know it's not that long, but it is. It feels like it. It's going to be hard because I'm used to not being alone at nights.
My buddy icon is a picture of Kitty, my little rat terrier/mt. fist booger who left me this past March. He is staring at me as I type this. I think he was almost miserable anyways. He was blind and pretty much deaf at that point. And probably hardly weighed 2 lbs. I got him when I was 8. It's weird for me to think of him as a dog because he always felt a lot more like a family member. One that loved me unconditionally and never got mad at me. I always dreaded the day that he would die and I would be left alone to live out my life without him, but now that it's happened I feel like I can't let my brain go there. I was weened away from him when I went away to college and more so, the longer i've lived in Fayetteville (he lived with my parents). I cry about him randomly at night when I'm trying to sleep. That sounds really stupid, but he's been such an important part of my life, I can't really think of him as a pet. And I could never replace him. I think there's something magic about a childhood pet. He lived to be almost 14, I think. I can't remember his exact date that he was put down because I really hate thinking about it. i really miss him. It's time to change the subject.
I feel like I spend all of my free time doing homework. This semester we don't have any super easy classes like we did last semester. My days go like this: wake up. work out. do homework. go to class. eat dinner. go to bed. the end. I feel like it's hard to get anything done during the week like mowing the grass or doing little projects for fun. I'm just glad that I quit Rick's so I have a little extra weekend time to get things done.
Hopefully I can just use this weekend to unwind a little. Read my book, lay in the sun, go for a run.
My buddy icon is a picture of Kitty, my little rat terrier/mt. fist booger who left me this past March. He is staring at me as I type this. I think he was almost miserable anyways. He was blind and pretty much deaf at that point. And probably hardly weighed 2 lbs. I got him when I was 8. It's weird for me to think of him as a dog because he always felt a lot more like a family member. One that loved me unconditionally and never got mad at me. I always dreaded the day that he would die and I would be left alone to live out my life without him, but now that it's happened I feel like I can't let my brain go there. I was weened away from him when I went away to college and more so, the longer i've lived in Fayetteville (he lived with my parents). I cry about him randomly at night when I'm trying to sleep. That sounds really stupid, but he's been such an important part of my life, I can't really think of him as a pet. And I could never replace him. I think there's something magic about a childhood pet. He lived to be almost 14, I think. I can't remember his exact date that he was put down because I really hate thinking about it. i really miss him. It's time to change the subject.
I feel like I spend all of my free time doing homework. This semester we don't have any super easy classes like we did last semester. My days go like this: wake up. work out. do homework. go to class. eat dinner. go to bed. the end. I feel like it's hard to get anything done during the week like mowing the grass or doing little projects for fun. I'm just glad that I quit Rick's so I have a little extra weekend time to get things done.
Hopefully I can just use this weekend to unwind a little. Read my book, lay in the sun, go for a run.