tragedy at 908

luna is gone. luna my cat.

if you need me, i'll be in my room for the next year.

this is an outrage

of course they kept them, they MADE them!!!!

you know that damn saying? happy as a clam. what the hell. that is not true at all. does anyone know anything about clams? about how they spend their whole lives building one of the coolest things-- a pearl. all for people who learned how to hold their breath long enough to dive down and steal them. i would like all of you to think something. think of putting all your efforts into building the best masterpiece ever, and then think of a man prying through the door, wearing goggles, and snatching it. if i ever hear anyone say that in my company. best believe i'll make you regret it. also if anyone tries to tell me clams don't have feelings or a brain, no speaking terms. oh and by the way, clams can change their gender once in their lifetime.

while i am on the topic of things pertaining to water, i would like to tell you about my brush with death i had the other day. those faint of heart, discontinue reading.... now, and try this instead. or this. this may do the trick. actually, i'm just gonna leave you with that. screw the story, me and cyd tipped my canoe in a tiny tunnel in super cold super fast water.

:) <---- click.

part 2

catcrushed.

i was sitting in my room reading some hp and my dad called me. usually i don't answer when he calls me but this time i did. and guess what he said? there's a cat in our backyard. so i ran to my backyard and he had a cute little white and gray cat. i hung out with it and followed it around and held it and stuff. then for whatever reason my mom decided to let my dog out. the little cat did not like that at all. i didn't think rosie would chase her, but she did, chased her right up a tree. like far up a tree. the cat was real scared, she kept looking and screaming at me. she was too high up to jump and there wasn't really a way for her to get down. so i climbed up the tree and i still could barely reach her, but don't worry i got her down, it was a close one though. after that she stuck to me like glue. one of her paws had gotten scratched and she got streaks of blood like all over my wolf shirt and i'm not even mad. so then we just sad (i meant sat, i just accidentally wrote sad cause i am way sad) around and she just played with me then my mom came back out and was like i'm letting rosie back out and i didn't want her to get chased up a tree again, so i put her on the fence. and walked away. and she cried for me to come back. but i didn't. so then i cried. it was too many emotions in like fifteen minutes. i love that cat. and now i'm a wreck.

attention.

just a few things i think everyone should know.

how addicted i am to farkle. and the reason i like to play it on facebook is because i can play it against people and win chips and pick up on the lingo like gl and gg. i just barely beat a lady from england, she asked me if i worked and i told her about my job (there's a little chat thing on the side of the game btw) she told me that no job is just nothing, and that it was a worthy job! i'll try to remember that in my cubicle tomorrow. you don't have to play it, but you also don't have to get mad at me for playing it. if you do, keep in mind the 39 year olds tendencies to ask you if you have a bf.

how extremely excited i am to see brandi carlile. i've honestly been waiting three years for this day. and the 11th is the day!

how badly i want to go to lake powell. all the stupid albums on facebook are not helping this longing either. nor the reading sessions on top of my car at utah lake. i can feel it in my bones, i need lake powell.

and i have a feeling that lake powell needs me.

how consumed i am with harry potter. i don't even care what anyone says, the wizarding world is so totally cooler than the muggle world. definitely.

i still want a cat. correction-- i still NEED a cat.

these are the things that occupy my mind. just for your fyi.