The kitty is feeling better. I visited him after school today. I didn't get to hold him since he was hooked up to so many tubes and stuff, but I got to scratch his ears (he loves that) and talk softly to him. He's so funny looking with all these random patches of fur shaved off... Hehe. I'm so glad he made it, though. I can't imagine life without my crazy little fuzzball. It's currently super weird not having to go feed him twice a day. Earlier I kept thinking that I needed to feed him, but he's not in his little room, of course... He tried to stand up in his cage at the vet's but couldn't do it too well because of all the tubes. He HATES those tubes, by the way. He kept trying to eat them. He'll get to come home in the next couple of days.
There was a sad kitty in the cage next to him. This one was big and fluffy and solid black, and he was super lonely. He kept staring at my mom and me and mewing and pawing at us. I think he wanted some ear-scratchings too, but we didn't pet him since he wasn't ours.
So, today was both good and bad yet again, except this time, the bad was REALLY bad.
My kitty isn't very old. He's about 4, and he hasn't ever had any major health issues. He also occasionally manages to slip out of the house and wanders away, but he always comes back when food is poured. I couldn't find him this morning when I went to feed him, and there was a small pool of dried vomit in his bowl. He throws up a lot, so I didn't think anything was wrong, except the vomit was (Sorry, this is gross!) dark grey and super chunky instead of the usual brown. I cleaned the bowl and gave him some new food, but he still didn't show up. I showed my mom the vomit bowl before I cleaned it, and she went to check on him before she left this morning. She found him shivering under a cushion. She said he looked like he was dying. And... he was. The vet said he would have been dead by Friday morning at the latest if my mom hadn't brought him in. Right now he's in the kitty hospital. Something became lodged in one of the tubes leading from his bladder, and his kidneys were swelling and shutting down.
I didn't know he was sick. He wasn't even acting strange until today. I feel so bad for not noticing. How could I not have realized my baby was dying? I feel like a failure as a cat owner... But he wasn't walking like he was in pain or meowing strangely or crying when he used the litterbox or anything like that. There was one day recently that he didn't drink much water, come to think of it, but that was just one day.
Today was both good and terrible at the same time. The good news? I only have 3 and a half days of school this week, and one of my teachers won't be there this whole week. The bad news? Everything else.
It's Monday. There's an economics test soon. My throat is becoming sore. I ate too much today and now feel like I weigh a thousand pounds. After spring break, there will only be one more quarter of school left, and although I hate school with a fiery passion and wish it would go die alone and unloved in a hole, the end of school means FCG disappearing. Speaking of FCG, IG stole her attention a lot today. Also, my mom bitched me out for 30 minutes, but I'll get to that later.
So, today, IG was making fun of FCG's boobs. That is actually a lot less weird than it sounds, but it was upsetting FCG...
I had a lovely day today except for a small side order of seething white-hot rage graciously given to me by, of course, Mrs. History Teacher. (Who else!?) Why was today so great? Well...
FCG: Hey, Super Duck?
FCG: Would you be willing to do me a favor?
Me: Of course! What is it?
FCG: ...Play with my hair?
She NEVER asks me to do it! Usually if I touch her hair, it's because I asked if I could. But today she asked me to! And it wasn't even because IG didn't want to do it! IG did it later after my arm got tired. But I had FCG and her amazing hair all to myself. I talked to her for a little while completely uninterrupted by IG since she was busy talking to British Girl. It made this uber slow week totally worth it.
Me: ((gently runs fingers through FCG's hair)) I love your hair. I also may be slightly obsessed with the texture of it. It's amazing.
FCG: Haha, aww, thank you, Super Duck!
Me: Ahhh, I know that probably makes me weird, but oh well! ((continues to stroke FCG's hair))
FCG: No, I don't think you're weird at all!
<3 FCG. I wonder if she'd be okay with it if I just randomly touched her hair every day.
I scratched FCG's back for literally like, 15 minutes today. Haha, she never asked me to stop, so I just kept going until class ended.... She was begging and begging for someone to scratch her back, and I volunteered because IG wouldn't do it. I think the teacher thought I was weird. Oh, well! The teacher was all, "NO, EVERYONE GO FINISH YOUR WORK!" but I had already finished. She didn't really argue with that and decided to leave me alone.
FCG's happiness is way more important than some stupid questions on a story, anyway. I touched her hair some too. I just stood there scratching her back as she worked on the questions. I love it when I get to be all close to her like that; it just feels right. She said IG had turned evil and mean for not volunteering, but she was glad that she still had me to scratch her back. Aww, my freakazoid is the cutest thing everrrr! I just want to hug her until the universe explodes. :D
So, as you guys know, I'm on the school newspaper. I am currently the official proofreader. Bleh, my job sucks since we never have anything interesting to write about. (Maybe we should do an article about FCG!) I had to read an article by this freshman girl today... It really sat the wrong way with me, but I can't express my rage offline since the teacher in charge will think I'm a whiny douchebag who thinks the world is going to end because someone has a different opinion. I still don't feel good about it, though.
I overslept today. This made me miss a Mrs. History Teacher rant about how we all suck at life and don't deserve to be called AP students. Wow, I'm glad I got some extra rest, then. Hahaha. Also, my chemistry teacher went CRAZY today. She was jumpy and spazzy and nervous and afraid we'd all cheat on a little quiz, even though she has never cared when it's a big test. Every single thing made her freak out and yell.
FCG walked into class today all pouty and mad. When she's angry, she's like some adorable, vicious animal that you just want to hug until it rips you to shreds out of rage. You know, like an angry cat or something. I guess that makes her kind of like my cat in a way, only she smells way better than he does since he rolls in his poop.
My mom made me go out to eat with her and her friends last night because all her friends were bringing dates and stuff and she didn't want to go by herself. (And bringing your daughter makes you less of a loser...?) Luckily, it was at the 2nd best restaurant ever. But she was being all, "Your skirt is too short! Wear tights with it!" when it's not too short, and it was making me super mad because she's the one who bought it for me. However, I had about a pound of pasta, so I'm not mad anymore.
Oh, Old Crush was so gross and weird yesterday! Why did I ever like her!? This other girl was talking about her food allergies, and Old Crush was intrigued.
Old Crush: So, what happens if you eat the stuff you're allergic to?
Other Girl: Uh, stomach problems. Let's just leave it like that.
Old Crush: OH, DOES IT AFFECT YOUR CRAP?
Old Crush: 'Cause that would SUCK! My favorite part of the day every day is coming home and taking a giant crap.
Everyone: ... what
Old Crush: It's my alone time! I love it! Sooo relaxing. It's when I use the internet too!
Why is Old Crush SO WEIRD? I mean, really! Nothing she says ever makes any sense at all. There is just nothing that makes sense about a super hot 18-year-old girl randomly blurting out the fact that she thinks shitting is fun. (Perhaps a fetish?)
AHHHH! I'm good friends with this guy I haven't had a chance to talk to in a few weeks. He moved, and we don't talk as much anymore, but tonight he texted me and we talked for a while. THEN HE TOLD ME TO ASK FCG OUT. I NEVER EVEN TOLD HIM I LIKE HER! IS HE MAGIC OR SOMETHING? He knows I'm gay, but still! That is shocking!
Him: You should ask FCG out. What do you have to lose?
Me: Well, I wouldn't be opposed to the idea, but you know she's way in the closet!
Him: Then go in the closet and get her, goofy!
Speaking of FCG, she did not dye her hair. She just told us she was going to so she could see our reactions. Apparently she found my refusal to believe her hilarious. Helpful Junior said she did the same thing to her.
FCG wants to dye her hair. IG and I cannot imagine this. (Neither can my mom, now that I told her too.) IG and I kept asking her not to, but she would not listen to us. I guess tomorrow I'll know how it turns out! I mean, she's gonna be my adorable freakazoid no matter what, but I can't imagine her without that bright blonde hair! That is like... FCG! It sums her up! It's her trademark or something.
She confused me today, but it was in a good way! She had to share a book with IG, and so she had to slide her desk away from me. She said, "Bye Super Duck~" as she slid her desk. But then, she said something else that sounded like either "I love you!" or "I'll miss you!" then waved all cutely at me. Shocked, I asked her to repeat what she said, but then the teacher was all "LET'S READ OUR BOOKS NOW," so she couldn't.
(I love the Random Title Generator!)
My term paper sucks. It sucks so, so, sooo badly. It is quite possibly the worst paper I have ever written. I was sooo embarrassed to give it to Mrs. History Teacher since she already basically called me dumb today. (Ex-fucking-cuse me for finding it difficult to learn by taking notes from the book!)
Oh, you guys! I saw that scary acid trip show again a few days ago. Ughhh. I forgot to tell you yesterday because I was stressed from the term paper. It wasn't as scary as it was the first time, but it was still pretty freaky.
I had a pretty good day today except for chemistry class. We had a ton of work to do, and there was this substitute teacher that shushes you every time you breathe too loudly. It was just too much for me to bear. I seriously thought I was just going to have a breakdown.
How do you deal with a bratty 8-year-old? She is bugging the hell out of me. She is so whiny and bitchy, and I just want to punch her in the face, but I can't do that because then I'd be an asshole. She has been like this all freaking day.
Last night, I went to my dad's house. He had work today, and we didn't have school, so it was agreed that I would be in charge this morning while my dad and grandparents were at work. Before I woke up, my sister was to do something quiet. She did not. Instead, she had the TV on at full blast. I only had like, 3 hours of sleep, so I stumbled out into the living room and asked her to turn it down. She would not comply, and I got pretty mad. I am not a nice girl when I am sleep deprived.
Me: What's this noise?
Brat Sister: I am watching TV!
Me: Turn it down a little? Please?
Brat Sister: ((turns it down one notch))
Me: That's not enough...
Brat Siser: UHH, YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
Me: ((storms over to TV and turns it off)) YOU FREAKIN' LISTEN TO ME, OKAY? I'M IN CHARGE THIS MORNING. I AM SO SICK OF YOUR CONSTANT "BAWWW BUT YOU'RE NOT THE BOSSSSS" WHINING BECAUSE SOMETIMES I AM THE FREAKIN' BOSS. UGHHHH.
Brat Sister: S-Sorry...
I went back to sleep and woke up a few hours later. I had to go back to working on my term paper, so I asked her not to bother me while I was working since she's super loud. Still, she barged in and refused to leave because "YOU'RE NOT THE BOOOOSSSSS! YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DOOOOO!"
Mmmm yes. She's so hot I think I died a little. I really wanted to link a more NSFW picture, but I won't do that to you lovely gay guys! Haha. I am currently soooo mad because I know for a fact that we have the movie Pineapple Express, but I can't find it anywhere. And did you know she actually likes girls? That gives me hope! (What, me, have a thing for blonde chicks? Now what on earth gave you that idea? Hahaha!)
I am in term paper hell right now. Who invented these things and why? I also have to read an entire chapter of history crap. I really hate the weekends now because my teachers just use it as an excuse to pile on a bunch of shit to do. And of course, a three-day weekend is even worse.
I have the house to myself this weekend. I am just sitting here in my bathrobe, procrastinating. Yeahhh! Well, actually, I just got dressed because I had to go outside and see about the whiny kitten that hangs around my house. I might go to my dad's house tonight, but I'm not sure if I really want to. I haven't wanted to go there since I saw that creepy TV show...
The seniors didn't have to wear their uniforms today. Normally, this is a good thing because there are quite a few senior girls who look AMAZING in tight jeans. Queen Whorebag, however, is not one of them, and today before school, she bent over, and I got an eyefull of her asscrack. From then on, I knew today was gonna suck.
Today in chemistry class, Old Crush and I had an... interesting conversation. This girl is completely and utterly incapable of making sense. I'd LOVE to be able to see inside her brain one day. Noooo idea what is going on in there!
Old Crush: NO ONE CAN DISTRACT ME! I have indestructible walls all around me, and I can't see or hear any of you!
Random Girl: ((throws pencil at Old Crush and hits her in the arm))
Old Crush: Owww :(
Me: So, indestructible walls, huh?
Old Crush: Yes. They're made out of... uhh... Hey, what's that stuff grandmas put on brownies?
Me: I'm sorry, what?
Old Crush: You know, that hard stuff grandmas put on brownies!
Me: Uhh...? I'm afraid I don't follow.
Basketball Player: Saran Wrap!
Old Crush: YES!
Hahaha, how was I supposed to get Saran Wrap from "hard stuff grandmas put on brownies"? I thought she meant some kind of weird toppings or something, and I was going to tell her that no grandma I've ever met puts "hard stuff" on brownies. And how is Basketball Player always able to read her mind and translate it into words and phrases that I can actually understand?