Today started out as a good day. Really. ...no, well kinda. Bad nights usually translate into worse mornings... and then the day brought bad news.
Apparently, last night someone stole stuff from my sister's car and our 1962 Ford Farelane. This includes at least $400 in my sister's college text books, her backpack, the proof of insurance (yeah, wth), and tons of the bijillions of clothes she had in there. Oh, and they stole my basketball jersey that I left in there. Why the hell would anyone want a friggin girl's basketball jersey?!
Along with that, it is believed that they stole a shitload from our shop. Yeah, tools and such really do cost a lot... :/
My mom says I have to get blinds on my window now. I do not want blinds on my window, no siree. She says now that there are strangers walking in our yard in the middle of the night, she's nervous of them peeking. ...psht. I really like being able to look at the stars at night, or watching the clouds. Or freaking myself out because of the silouette of that eerie plum tree that sits right outside by the wall. Plus, I like keeping my only teddy bear on the window sill, and I don't want to cover that up.
On top of that, two of our dogs are missing. One of them happens to be preggers (damn purebred all the way). Butchie. Oh man. Anyone who has seen me with that dog will know that will realize how much that dog means to me. (It's so much easier to love something that walks on four legs and doesn't speak English). I got that dog when he was a chubby little fatface, and watched him grow up and turn into this sleek, athletic powerhouse. The idea of NOT seeing him for longer than three days... isn't happy.
...but maybe I'm just over-reacting. I called the animal control place to tell them we're missing some dogs in hope that they're just on one of their adventures.
BUT IF THEY DID GET STOLEN, THEN IF I EVER FIND OUT WHO IT WAS I WILL STRANGLE THEM AFTER I POKE THEIR EYES OUT AND KNEE THEM IN THE CROTCH!!
{Kick 'em hard in the chins if it's a chica.}
My arms'll be shredded in anxious anxiety soon.
Oh geebus. I've started yet another rant-ish. I already went on and on to Greggie last night about all sorts of things, failing to even reach the end of it. I feel pretty bad for that... but really, I was on overload. And it helped for a while, but it all came piling on again. Now today... I'm literally shaking. My chest hurts again. I'm just... really angry.
No, it's not just because I'm a freshmen. The whole "freshmen drama" concept doesn't actually work out. It has happened and will continue to happen forever. The thing is, everyone everywhere has drama in their lives, and it just sucks, unless it's good drama. In which case, it wouldn't suck. >> (Yeah, that was good descriptives).
I used to have so many people I could talk to about just about anything. Now I'm looking towards my good strangers. It seems odd to me... but whatever. They're good to talk to anyway. heart
I could honestly go on, but I need to do homework. Oh yeah, school - yet another topic that adds a weight on my chest just thinking about.
*sigh*
Wish me... luck? Suuure.
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xoxo
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