Last Week

I had a whole week without seminary. I was considerably less dead. It was a nice feeling.

So, I'm not going to be in band. I'm stuck in Family and Consumer Science II. Which is fine. Seriously. Something totally changed my opinion on Home Ec. And it changed it for the better.

Let me ask you this, in how many classes do you get a sundae for doing good on a test? Does your Algebra teacher dish up ice cream with a wide variety of sprinkles and syrups when you finally figure out linear equations? Does your English teacher bring on the sugary milky awesome whenever you ace that vocabulary test?

NO. I DIDN'T FREAKING THINK SO.

But that's okay! It's okay that sundaes are not awarded in Algebra or English, even when certain individuals so obviously deserve them. For once, I'll be lucky if I pass Algebra PERIOD and a sympathetic stare is the most of a reward I get. For twice (huh?), I'm already such a badass in English I don't need any sugary awesome to tell me so. I just know.

But in Family and Consumer science, you know what I got for passing the test?

Yes. A BIG. FREAKING. AWESOME. SUNDAE.



Made my day. No, it made my week. There is nothing better than eating a sundae at 9AM.

Everything else that happened during the week was pretty mediocre. Dorothy got jealous because I sat with who I call my "Happy Friends" in the library and threw a guilt trip in my face. I got a 64 on an algebra assignment (sob). I wrote haikus in OK History. The ghetto rapper guy with cool tattoos and piercings actually asked me to help him with his work (I just basically told him the answers, I'm not a tutor, I don't teach study skills jeez) and in consequence some other guy was like "OMG! HELP ME TOO?!?! :D" And I was like "Um. No." Not because I am picky 'bout who I help or anything, but the teacher was basically like "YEAH WHY DON'T YOU HELP HIM?!!?! :D" and I was like "OKAY, SINCE I'M SO VERY OBLIGATED TO, WHY NOT." Plus, the guy gave up his desk for me so I could sit in the very overcrowded room. And then he rapped. Which was pretty awesome. The other guy annoyed me INTO THE NEXT DAY to help me with his work. EXCUSE ME, I AM A NERD BUT IT'S NOT LIKE I ENJOY DOING OTHER PEOPLE'S HOMEWORK. Just sayin'.

I lost my Hello! Kitty pencil case which had my favorite pen in it and that seriously made me depressed. I seriously almost cried in 7th hour, LOL. I LIKE MY HELLO KITTY. AND MY PENS. But mom said she'd get me another one but I don't know if she will after she shells out 20 bucks so I can join FCCLA... Hmm. Oh. And I realized I had 17 bucks. And I realized I need to start working on my guitar playing skills now and that I also want to take piano lessons. I'M SO MUSICAL, AREN'T I? A SOCIALLY AWKWARD DOODLING MUSIC PERSON.

I have twenty minutes until I need to sleep. So I'm going to stop here and eat some strawberries. I will enjoy them.

Scratched by a Cat

A few weeks ago I spent the night at Rapunzel's house. I am never particularly thrilled about going home after spending the weekend there, and usually drag my feet entering my mom's car. This time was different, however.

You see, I have this chronic disorder in which I go batshit insane whenever I hear the word "surprise."



My mom either plotted a very smart, very strategic plan to get me out of Rapunzel's house quicker than a tortoise with polio or doomed the world with the supersonic waves that I produce from screaming very, very loudly.

Because I also have an unhealthy obsession with cute and fluffy mammals.

KIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!

We drove home in the car and got pizza. I held him in my lap in his little basket. I gave him a little piece of my cheese stick from Little Caeser's. Mom said this probably wasn't a good idea. I continued to coddle the kitten.

He seemed like the perfect, sweet little cat. 12 weeks old, with all his shots and even fixed! But believe it or not, we had issues with this cat. This adorable, sweet little cat. Who's name was OMG. Yes. O-M-G. That was what my aunt had named him before we got him. We weren't sure how to pronounce it: omg or oh-em-gee. In any case, we decided to rename him. But he hadn't got that far when he disappeared.

You see, we already have a cat. She's my kitty, Alice. Alice is the sweetest, moodiest, roughest little cat on the lot and she walks around like she owns the place. And she doesn't react well to strangers.

I'll tell you how their first meeting went.

Alice: *stare*

OMG: *stare*

Alice: *lean forward*

OMG: *lean forward*

*NOSE TOUCH!!!!!!!*

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Alice: HISS!

OMG: HISS!!

HISS HISS HISS HISS HISS HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

Afterwards, Alice began stalking the kitten, eventually chasing him under my mom and dad's bed. We tried to coax him out from under the bed, but to no avail. Eventually we left the room. After a while, we returned and looked for him under the bed. No kitty. We looked for him under the sheets. No kitty.

And we looked.

And we looked.

And we looked.

Noooooo kittyyyyy.

For hours we didn't find him. Apparently Alice had terrorized the poor thing into hiding into one of my parent's drawer spaces, which are itsy bitsy, but he somehow managed to fit himself in there. Our cuddly wuddly munchkin was safe. We decided to keep an eye on any Cat-On-Cat interactions.

Oh, and we decided to name him Charlie.

OoOoO

So, for some strange reason, this cat doesn't like our dog.

I know! WEIRD! A cat that DOESN'T LIKE DOGS!

For another strange reason, he tends to take out his dog hate on people near him. People like me. My mom also, but this is my time to whine.

I was innocently sitting at the computer desk, doing who-knows-what. Facebook? Blogging? Perhaps. I am not entirely sure. But I was there, and the cat was right beside me. On the desk. Like a good little kitten-child.

Also apparently too lazy to type in another parenthesis, so I drew one in.

There is a lot of brown in this picture. That's because there is a lot of wood in this area. It is a built in desk thing inside the kitchen and it's all wood. The display cabinet things above the computer area are also wood. And glass.

The tile floor looks better than it does in this picture.

My hair looked slightly worse.

Okay. Critique time for this drawing done.

SO I WAS SITTING THERE, MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS, when the dog decided to go under the desk near my feet (or where my feet would be, I always sit with my knees tucked up to my chest or criss crossed in a chair. I don't know why). I thought nothing of it. That is his favorite place to lay down in generally bum around.

Charlie did not think nothing of it. In fact, I'm pretty sure he thought something of it.

So my dear child was hissing and spitting and being upset, and I did what any good mother would do. I thought I would pet the kitty, comfort it and tell him IT'S OKAY! The big bad doggy won't hurt you!

So I was like

And that cat was like



 The pain was intense.

So I got scratched by a cat.

It ruined my day.