kelland

Tonight has been a night of emotional trials.

Maurice, the hampster, was in her ball rolling around the house for a few hours... right? Right.

So, I retired to the den to fool around on the computer. Suddenly, it struck me that I should probably check on her. I went into the dining room, and her ball was in the corner of the room, completely empty with the lid lying nearby. I panicked and searched high and low for her while crying and hyperventalating. (Remember that I am babysitting her for Dan, who is babysitting her for Mark, Maurice's true owner who is currently in Detroit on break.) My dad and Shannon also helped look for Maurice. We looked underneath everything and in every crevice of the bottom floor. I didn't figure she could climb upstairs, but I checked there regardless. I nearly gave up when my dad decided to venture into the basement (the door to the basement was closed, mind you). And, lo and behold, he found her. How she managed to creep into the basement is beyond me. I held her in my hands and I thanked God while sitting on the couch, continuing to cry. I cannot tell you how grateful I was. How would you feel if someone you loved very much bestowed his trust in you to care for something he/his friend held dear, and you let everyone down? Irresponsible? Untrustworthy? Terrible. Damn terrible. I know the entire thing sounds ridiculous, but trust me, it wasn't.

So, anyway.

I've had a headache for almost four days straight now. I am getting damn tired of this. Perhaps a visit to the doctor is in store. Hopefully he won't diagnose me with some sort of eating disorder. It's a long, ridiculous story, but the last time I went to my family doctor for my headaches, he commented on my weight being too low (and it's not even that low, but whatever...), and he was somehow convinced that my thinness was the result of some strange, nonexistant, unwanted sexual encounter I had. Yeah. That happened.

I was looking through my senior yearbook tonight. It made me sort of miss high school. But only a little bit. I miss Jessica and our drives too and from school and the Cougar getting stuck in the snow/dying in the middle of the street. I miss my various hair styles throughout the years and being the token liberal in government class and staying after school late to talk to Funi, thus making me late for work. I miss sarcasm at the lunch table and Mrs. Thorton's words of encouragement and Mr. Chorba's fun ties and repetitive music choices for art class. I miss smelling like pizza constantly thanks to Baker's and sleeping in too late/wearing pajama pants the next day and Quiz Team meets... And I miss looking forward, FORWARD to college and my future without actually being there just yet... le sigh.

Dan's ex-girlfriend, whom I've never met, wrote a blog recently that angered me. I believe she made fun of me in the blog by saying that I have "side burns" and that I am "gross." I've often been told I have, or had (since my hair has grown out), side burns. I'm sure people are referring to how my hair was cut around my ears.

Fucking retards. Side burns actually grow ON your face. Fuck her. That made me pretty angry, but I didn't do anything about it. Why waste my time? I know that I'm neither gross nor growing hair on my face.

The end.