My friend Shelby was murdered by a serial killer on June tenth. Three months later TO THE DAY her little sister Chassy dies of a heart attack at the age of nineteen. You know what I think? I think Chassy died of a broken heart. I think her love for Shelby was so monumental that her body gave out. They were as close and alike as two sisters could ( Read more... )

So after three days of me waiting in the backyard, putting up posters, and worrying, Falco decided to come home. I took the puppy out at, like, five a.m. and he was just sitting by the back door. I hugged him so hard he made a little grunting noise. I almost cried. I'm so happy he's back ( Read more... )

My cat has been missing for about two days now. I'm really scared about it. He has that ID chip in him, so if he's dropped at any sort of animal shelter (which I doubt would happen) they'll scan him for one, then contact me based on the information the chip contains. I also registered at the missing pets database that is run by the Washoe animal ( Read more... )

I'm sure some of you thought I had dropped off the face of the earth. Not true...I just haven't been at my computer hardly at all. I got a dachsund puppy and it's pretty much like having an infant. Actually that would be underestimating her. No infant could chew through electrical wires in 20 seconds, consume record amounts of shedded cat hair ( Read more... )

I had a series of strange dreams last night. They all had to do with weddings. The first was the wedding of my cousin, Brian, and for some reason, I was appointed to be his wedding planner. Two of my aunts brought the wedding cake to the ceremony instead of the reception, and some gluttonous woman from the bride's side proceeded to dig in. ( Read more... )

Went out to Rum Bullion's for Shannon's 21st tonight. Danced with the girls. So many songs reminded me of Shelby, but instead of crying I smiled ( Read more... )

I don't know why, but I just keep forgetting she's gone. I know perfectly well what has happened and I don't deny it, yet I keep forgetting as if I will inevitably see her again. But then...reality ( Read more... )

I loathe Core Humanities. The worst part about it is that my professor comes up with these outrageous writing topics that often involve connecting several authors/events that have nothing to do with each other. The end result is a jumble of mostly bullshit connections that are stretched to near transparency. I loathe studying for this class, as ( Read more... )

As you can see, I got that new pic...Ta-Daaaaa!

It was with a heavy heart that I went into my practicum class for the last time this morning. Before I left, the kids all wanted to hug me; including a cliquey group of girls that engulfed me in a big group hug while my eyes brimmed with tears like a seven-year-old watching Old Yeller. Thinking about how infinitely many times sadder it is going ( Read more... )