Today was a pretty great day!
I didn't do much until about 3:00. That's when my sister had a friend over, which always makes me uncomfortable so I hide away in my room with my cat, Lulu (who really, REALLY hates visitors). She likes to hide in my closet, which had previously been a horrid mess, and I felt bad that she was taking refuge in such a dump. SO, I decide to clean it! It's really great. I can physically walk INSIDE it, now. That might sound weird, but I love that I can do that, now. And now Lulu doesn't have to hide in a closet full of crap.
While I was cleaning, I got a text from Kelly, my mom's friend. I house-sit for her for about a month every summer, and she told me she had found one of my DS games, Pokemon Diamond. I had been looking for that for the longest time, so I got excited.
Later, my mom and dad came home from a walk, and they had found my Pokewalker that I lost a few days ago. It had my favorite Pokemon in it (AKA Margo the Gengar), and that excited me, too. Yes, I am a Pokemon nerd.
And finally, the fourth episode of the Back To The Future game came out, today! It currently won't let me play it, which is frustrating, but it's awesome nonetheless.
I love how a few small things can impact my day this much.
- Kaye
(PS: When I was writing this out, it felt pretty... awkward. This is part of the reason why I'm glad I'm doing this blog; it's a good chance to work on my writing.)
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Oh, hey.
First post, woo! What's up, Bloggies?
Anyway, I'm fairly certain no one is following my blog yet, but if anyone reads this in the future, I apologize for this, but this post might be kind of sad. I really feel like I need to get this out somewhere, though.
A little less than a week ago, my cat, Ginger, died. She was only five years old- still really young for a cat, so it was completely unexpected. Then, a few days later, my rabbit, Maisy, died as well. That wasn't unexpected at all- she had been looking sickly for quite a while prior to this.
Now, I'm not entirely sure how other people would have reacted in a situation like this, but I was devastated. I suppose for some people, pets are just that: pets. But to me, it was like losing two of my best friends. I don't get out much, at all. I don't have a lot of friends outside of the internet that I can physically hang out with, so I spend a lot of time just with my pets. It really sucks to have to lose two of your best friends in less than a week. It just doesn't seem fair, but hey, life's not fair, right?
I'm handling it a little better, now, and I'm sure I'll be much better soon, but part of me doesn't want to be. Part of me feels like I don't deserve to go back to how I was (not that how I was is much better than how I am now). I feel like it's a bad thing to get over things like that, even though I know that it's perfectly normal. It will be a distant, stinging memory, instead of a constant, dull pain. It won't effect me much anymore. I don't feel like I should get to that point, but I know I will. I tend to create conflict with myself a lot.
Alrighty, I'm pretty hungry, so I'm going to wrap this up. If anyone is reading this, thank you.
- Kaye
Anyway, I'm fairly certain no one is following my blog yet, but if anyone reads this in the future, I apologize for this, but this post might be kind of sad. I really feel like I need to get this out somewhere, though.
A little less than a week ago, my cat, Ginger, died. She was only five years old- still really young for a cat, so it was completely unexpected. Then, a few days later, my rabbit, Maisy, died as well. That wasn't unexpected at all- she had been looking sickly for quite a while prior to this.
Now, I'm not entirely sure how other people would have reacted in a situation like this, but I was devastated. I suppose for some people, pets are just that: pets. But to me, it was like losing two of my best friends. I don't get out much, at all. I don't have a lot of friends outside of the internet that I can physically hang out with, so I spend a lot of time just with my pets. It really sucks to have to lose two of your best friends in less than a week. It just doesn't seem fair, but hey, life's not fair, right?
I'm handling it a little better, now, and I'm sure I'll be much better soon, but part of me doesn't want to be. Part of me feels like I don't deserve to go back to how I was (not that how I was is much better than how I am now). I feel like it's a bad thing to get over things like that, even though I know that it's perfectly normal. It will be a distant, stinging memory, instead of a constant, dull pain. It won't effect me much anymore. I don't feel like I should get to that point, but I know I will. I tend to create conflict with myself a lot.
Alrighty, I'm pretty hungry, so I'm going to wrap this up. If anyone is reading this, thank you.
- Kaye
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