The last time I saw you, we had just split in two
So not only did this week pass by with all speed and trepidation of molasses on sandpaper, but some not so nice things went down.
We all have our off weeks, and I just guess this was one of the many hundreds of thousands that are yet to come.
On Sunday I was told to take home a Marin Humane Society Rabies Quarantine opossum from WildCare for foster care and a small caught by cat quarantine opossum.
Rule numbah 1: Not only do I not have my pre-exposure shots, but I am under 18, therfore making it very illegal for me to take home a quarantined opossum. Not that they're reabies vector species, but the dog that got a hold of him did not have HIS pre-exposure shots.
So the opossum bit me. Hard.
I'm getting my post-exposure shots soon, and made sure that WildCare didn't get into any trouble, which I don't think it will.
And I guess it's been issues with friends, too.
I have no problem saying that I'm offended and hurt that Leah and I didn't get invited on Andrew, Charlene and Jessica's little family escapade up to Oregon. Even if there was a possibility that we couldn't have gone, I'm hurt that the motion to even invite Leah or I was never even brought up.
I feel like they don't want to spend time with us any more, I feel alienated from ther little circle of whatever.
And I am going to talk about this with them. It's too much of a burden to kept secret.
Last night one of my neighbor's dogs killed a 300 gram baby opossum.
Automatic depression. Once the dog got a hold of it, it probablly broke it's neck. It was still warm and it's eyes were still open when I got to it.
I put it in the backyard when I got home, it's blood on my hands and left it unburried for another animal-skunk, raccoon- to come and eat.
I want to let everyone know that I understand why domestic animals kill wild animals, and I still love all dogs and cats, but I would much rather see it be killed by a wild animal-something in it's own ecosystem-rather than our neighbor's ADD dog "Pika."
It broke my heart to see such a little baby whose life had barely begun be killed by such a crazy-ass dog.
Today was a little bit better, but it got a lot worse.
As in I screamed at Mr. Popoff's substitute and marched my ass out of that classroom.
But there is a half-descent explination!
See, we were supposed to be working on The Wisdom Box all period, but instead, we had to listen to this horrible teacher talk about his new book, violence, jail, and how he was like the Buddha.
I was not only shocked and offended by his life's story and lesson aimed at us, but the weight of my week pressed my last drop of patience out of me.
Even after suggesting we work on our Boxes, he still kept talking about his life.
Finally I got up and screamed at him "I'm going to work on my wisdom box, OKAY?!"
And slammed the door.
I felt really bad about what I did and felt ashamed for letting him somewhat ruin my day.
But I came home and now I'm here.
Working tonight.
We all have our off weeks, and I just guess this was one of the many hundreds of thousands that are yet to come.
On Sunday I was told to take home a Marin Humane Society Rabies Quarantine opossum from WildCare for foster care and a small caught by cat quarantine opossum.
Rule numbah 1: Not only do I not have my pre-exposure shots, but I am under 18, therfore making it very illegal for me to take home a quarantined opossum. Not that they're reabies vector species, but the dog that got a hold of him did not have HIS pre-exposure shots.
So the opossum bit me. Hard.
I'm getting my post-exposure shots soon, and made sure that WildCare didn't get into any trouble, which I don't think it will.
And I guess it's been issues with friends, too.
I have no problem saying that I'm offended and hurt that Leah and I didn't get invited on Andrew, Charlene and Jessica's little family escapade up to Oregon. Even if there was a possibility that we couldn't have gone, I'm hurt that the motion to even invite Leah or I was never even brought up.
I feel like they don't want to spend time with us any more, I feel alienated from ther little circle of whatever.
And I am going to talk about this with them. It's too much of a burden to kept secret.
Last night one of my neighbor's dogs killed a 300 gram baby opossum.
Automatic depression. Once the dog got a hold of it, it probablly broke it's neck. It was still warm and it's eyes were still open when I got to it.
I put it in the backyard when I got home, it's blood on my hands and left it unburried for another animal-skunk, raccoon- to come and eat.
I want to let everyone know that I understand why domestic animals kill wild animals, and I still love all dogs and cats, but I would much rather see it be killed by a wild animal-something in it's own ecosystem-rather than our neighbor's ADD dog "Pika."
It broke my heart to see such a little baby whose life had barely begun be killed by such a crazy-ass dog.
Today was a little bit better, but it got a lot worse.
As in I screamed at Mr. Popoff's substitute and marched my ass out of that classroom.
But there is a half-descent explination!
See, we were supposed to be working on The Wisdom Box all period, but instead, we had to listen to this horrible teacher talk about his new book, violence, jail, and how he was like the Buddha.
I was not only shocked and offended by his life's story and lesson aimed at us, but the weight of my week pressed my last drop of patience out of me.
Even after suggesting we work on our Boxes, he still kept talking about his life.
Finally I got up and screamed at him "I'm going to work on my wisdom box, OKAY?!"
And slammed the door.
I felt really bad about what I did and felt ashamed for letting him somewhat ruin my day.
But I came home and now I'm here.
Working tonight.