And I swear to bejesus, if the moaning cat on my front step doesn't disappear in the next few minutes, I'm going after it with my potato gun.
It sounds posessed. Seriously. You'd think it was having something rammed in an orifice.
I was never a cat person to begin with. So when one disturbs my peace, I show no mercy. Poor, poor kitty. Say bye bye.
My sympathies to the cat people out there. But I can take no more.
Mwahahahaha.
11:32 pm - 06.11.03
Okay, there's just no way around it.
I truly have nothing to say.
The only exciting encounter I've had in the last two days has been with a lorikeet at the zoo. I was feeding one of them some nectar, and apparently his friend was jealous.
Because he shit. All over me. In my hair, down my arm. Little bastard.
Interesting, eh?
10:29 pm - 06.11.03
Finally, I'm home again.
I actually got back yesterday morning, but spent all day at Cliff's house. I didn't feel much like writing anyway. But I hate having gaps between entries, so I'll squeeze a few paragrahps out before my morning shower.
Hmmm, lets see. The trip to Iowa was good, but I couldn't be happier to be back home. Seeing family is nice, but I just really wasn't in the mood to have a million-dollar smile plastered on my face for three days straight. We spent Thursday and Friday relaxing and visiting. I got my hair cut, though you can't really tell. And I watched back-to-back episodes of "A Baby Story" and "Trading Spaces." Ah, the good ol' days of satellite television.
Saturday was my reception. I was up by 9am getting things ready. So when 2pm rolled around, my fingers were nice and raw from tying off balloons and I was in no mood to greet people. But needless to say, I grinned and bared it, and just kept reminding myself that there was cold hard cash inside every envelope dropped into my box. (Kinda mean, I know. But I needed some motivation.)
A few people showed up that we hadn't expected, so the day actually turned out to be okay. I got to see my 96-year-old great grandma, and a few aunts and uncles that I've never met before. One of my great aunts made me a photo album, and it's beautiful. It's weird to have people being so nice to me when they had never even seen me before. I felt really stupid, because people would walk up to me and introduce themselves, and I'd have to ask my mom what relation they were to me. Not exactly welcoming, I know, but they seemed to understand.
After everyone had gone, I got to sit down and count up everything. I came out with just over $500. Which may not sound like much compared to some of my other friends (those who got $1000 from ONE person, ugh) but I'm still extremely grateful. A bunch of people on my mom's side of the family gave me some new luggage and a handmade afghan in my college colors. So nice of them. It's no cheap luggage either. The nice stuff. American Tourister. And it's huge... I packed everything into it and still had half the thing leftover.
I also ended up with not one but THREE lovely graduation owl beanies from various members of the family. Heh.
We had planned on heading home Sunday morning, but we were all so ready to be home that we decided to leave Saturday night. The drive home sucked hugely, I couldn't sleep at all. My legs kept falling asleep, sending shooting pains down my legs. So I mostly just sat upright and scowled the entire drive. Grrrr.
I still haven't been to the doctor. I don't know if I ever will. The past few days I've been feeling my belly, looking in the mirror, trying to see what I saw before. But even when I push it out, it's still not like it was. It's definately shrinking. And without a change in my diet or exercise, I don't see how that could happen unless there was a baby at one point. The bleeding and pain have stopped, so I'm pretty much dumbfounded. I suppose I'll probably never know what was really going on. Maybe there was a baby, maybe not. But either way, Cliff and I decided that I will go back on the pill for now.
I think I'm finally coming to grips with the whole thing. I'm not as depressed about it as I was a few days ago, so I'm making progress. Like I expected, the trip did me good.
Now that that whole ordeal is done with, my goal is to drop a few pounds. Hopefully around fifteen or so. Because I got a new swim suit while we were in Iowa, and I'll be damned if I don't get to wear it to the pool this summer.
As for the Cliff situation, I've decided to just take things as they come. Follow my heart. If I feel that I should be with him, I'm going to go with that. I spent yesterday at his house, and we're doing really well. We haven't had a single fight since we started talking again (knock on wood), which is excellent compared to the daily fighting that occurred in the past. I don't like talking about it for fear of jinxing it. I think we're going camping next week, and maybe to King's Island one weekend. I'll keep you posted.
But now I'm off to the shower. I need to go open a checking account today for all my newly acquired funds, as well as move my other two savings accounts over.
I don't know if I'm going to like this adult stuff.
9:16 am - 06.09.03
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