Hey everybody! Whats going on?
Does everyone hate Mondays as much as I do? I got out of bed this morning, surprised to find I had some energy at all, so I get to school, and go into my first class, and the teacher bores me to no end. So I'm walking outta there, and I'm absolutely NOT surprised to find I have about half the energy I came in with. Odd, huh?
Ahh, but my day went fine otherwise. I was happy for fifth period to come because I just sleep in that class. We're reading The Devil's Arithmetic, which is a good book, but the lady on the tape is like, "It...Was...A......................................................................horrible day for Shmuel....................................................................................................................Hannah..." And it makes it as fun as a day with a homicidal snail. And the teacher doesn't care if you sleep.
Yesterday was Mother's Day. It was fine. I went to this nursery place for plants, and you walk in and its kinda trashy, right, but it was a pretty cool place, so you walk in and you see like 4 cats and your like, "So this guy keeps cats...Cool, dude." and as your being led around, you see more and more cats and your like, "This is an unhealthy amount of felines, bro!". But then you come to this place with truck and a trailer, and between that you see like, forty cats, no lie.
I was completely confused. What kind of mental state do you have to be in to own all these cats? I don't get it! Some of them were mangy, and, despite the huge box of "Deli Cat" cat food, he couldn't feed all of them!
But I don't blame the critters. The whole place looks like a fruit-filled jungle. Most of them probably live off insects and lizards, anyway.
And that's all cool.
Your chipmunk,
Geraldine :3
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