Monday...I almost called this Tuesday.

All full of deeeelicious pierogies. Yum! <3

Now then. Today.

It was just me and Sammi in our little group today. Sammi looked better. Seth was missing (AGAIN - he says he slept in) and Skye is violently ill with the stomach flu. Oy. :(

Made a logo for Justin's band today. He was really happy. I'm so proud of myself. I like making people happy. C:
Argued with Visa some more about their freakin' automated text messages. But nobody cares to hear about that.
Oesch saved me from talking to the college guy. I don't need "help" with college. I'm not a moron. I already applied to Kent.
Also started Dreams in Darkness in IM. I got to around where Ted died. I'm more upset about this than I should be. :'(

Enough of my mundane day. Now for the interesting part.

I had to take Ace for a walk because dad had to go pick up his prescription. By the time I was ready, it was turning dark. We went around the neighborhood horseshoe. The nice Papa John's guy successfully avoided me twice and restored my faith in the driving skills of Ohioans. Then I saw it.
An extremely long shadow.
I slowed my walking and stared at it for a while before I figured out it was coming from that neighbor's trash can.
Crisis averted.
And THEN the neighbor dog comes hurtling out of the shadows to say "HI!". I almost screamed.
I love him, fluffy little Ripley, but JEEZ.
He then proceeded to do his usual routine and loosely follow along side us during our walk.
We reach the bend in the far side of the horseshoe from my house, the part of the road closest to the woods. There's no sun left now. Ace stops. He stares. He won't budge.
When I finally got him to move, he flipped his head around, grabbed the leash in his mouth, and guided us back home.
...I only registered that Ripley was not at all present on the way back home just a few minutes before typing this.I was a little weirded out by it. But I know it's just because of Dreams in Darkness. I used this to rationalize.



I'm waiting for my fear cycle to register these events as amusing. It will. Eventually.

TIEM FOR HEAD BANGIN OFF DESK NAO

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I don't even care about this paper anymore. It's done. It will be edited and given a cover page when I get it back from my sister but by god I am not writing anymore.

Don't. even. care.

I could lose right now. This lady could take my paper and automatically say it sucks and throw it in an incinerator and I would be cool with it.

It's not that the paper sucks. It's pretty good, I think. I AM JUST SO FREAKIN' TIRED OF COMPETITIONS.

Completely unrelated: a friend of mine has been sending me creepy text messages (creepy as in I worry for him, not for myself). I play along, and then we laugh about it. I don't know. It's pretty uncharacteristic. I think he's been watching too much paranormal stuff again.

Bluh bluh. Huge bitch.

Yeaaaah...I'm an avid Homestuck reader.

I really shouldn't be on here. I'm supposed to be writing a research paper for a contest.

So this lady...this lady...I've got this economic research paper to do for BPA (Business Professionals of America). Nobody enters that particular contest because it's boring and requires an oral presentation. I'm so used to writing papers and performing things in front of people that I have no qualms about talking to a few judges about The Great Flood of 1993. Easy win. But I digress (again).

It very clearly says the paper is due April 1st (more on the significance of that date later). I have other things to worry about, like my semester project, so I put the paper on the back burner.

I think you know where this is going.

Our teacher put the dates on the board. "Economic Research Paper (Individual) - Dec. 17th"

I panicked, grew incredibly irritated, and then addressed him about it. He then also got confused and annoyed and emailed the lady that sent him the dates. She then said, "All of the dates were in the packet," and she, "needs the paper in her hands by the 21st."

No. They were not. You pompous, lying, jackal. I hate all of you suit-wearing fiends now with the same intensity of my teacher. I'm just going to lie back to you with a smile on my face. Suck it.

So I'm writing this paper in one day, sending it to my sister to check, then finishing it up in class tomorrow to be mailed out. Then this lady will receive it and be blown away by my finesse with the English language even though it was written in such a short time frame.

If the date of April 1st was supposed to be a joke...it was in very poor taste. Yuppy scum.

Clarification

Upon reviewing my last post, it has occurred to me that you (non-existent readers) might be very confused. For the sake of anyone that might actually read this (besides Aiden...he doesn't need it), I'munna clarify some stuff for all ya'll.

It occurred to me to do this since, if you've checked my friend's blog, I mentioned going to the same college as Aiden. And you might expect us to be the same age. Yet I implied in my last post that I'm still in high school.

I AM still in high school. I will attend college the fall following my graduation. I still live at home with my parents and my big, cuddly German Shepherd, Ace. (I thought it was appropriate. If he were anthropomorphic he'd be like...a mafia dog that hung out in casinos or something.)
Aiden has already graduated high school, and decided to attend college last fall. So now I'll be joining him.

We are two years apart, 18 and 20. We met through mutual friends and are now besties. C:

So yeah, just in case anyone in my invisible audience was confused...there it is.

...I'm a little bit OCD about info. Don't judge me. :(