My life sucks right now, but it rocks too…
Ways it rocks:
Today, a 35 buck shopping spree. Yield?
5 cans Pringles for 5 bucks on sale.
1 box Nerds.
1 box icebreakers sours (green) for a friend.
1 25 buck gaia cash card, with own money. (Still expecting mail.)
A cat show down in SJ this weekend, and 40 bucks to spend on AWESOOOME cat stuff.
Ways it sucks:
A page on an emotional story of mine for English for “The Things They Carried” . I choose the story of mine of when I was 9 and I nearly lost an eye to a dog. I was playing with a friend’s dog and they jumped and attacked me, took my face in their jaws and shook. I went inside in a daze without looking at my friends family, looked at myself in the mirror… My right right below it near the sinus was a wreck. Blood, all over the place and I was screaming at the top of my lungs how I was ugly now and how I was never going to get married… I got stitches, and I ripped them out later because the flesh on my face rotted. It healed, and I never got a scar, but I can’t see so well out of my right eye now and the friendship was entirely obliterated and I no longer talk to that person, not to mention I HATE Boxer dogs with a PASSION, even though that particular one had a brain tumor. (Euthanized, the family had a new baby and didn’t want the risk. WIMPS.)
Also. We need to get our master bathroom with the shower I mainly use, remodeled. FFFFFUUUUUUUU. Does this mean I can’t use my own bathroom? I know it means I won’t be clean for as long as they’re remodeling it, and I’ll have to use the bath and or shower downstairs to get clean. It sucks, because I can’t move around in there and I never get my hair clean properly. All the soap remains in it because the stream isn’t strong enough and I have REALLY long hair…
….. So yeah other than that, I’m ok… But I’ll obsess about not being able to get clean.
-Sera
P.S. I got a new mouse. Cute little wireless thing, has a bubbly sea design over it and the click is catchy.
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