Dude...Why all the threadbare-fur-clothed felines?

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

Ah, Mother's Day, a day where we honor all of the women who went through hours and hours and hours of painful labor to make smart-alecky, non-cleaning-their-room, asking-for-50-dollars-y kids.

How exciting. Do you ever notice that everyone who was born has at least one day that they can do ALMOST whatever they want? Birthdays, father's days, mother's days. And even if you were just spawned and don't have a birthday, you have vacations, and stuff.

So what are we all complaining about? Do you ever notice that if its someone's birthday and they really want to do something and you STRONGLY oppose it, and tell them that, everybody in where ever you are gives you a serious evil eye?

Oh my god, if you do that on Mother's day to your mom, your SOOO dead. Well, those are some of my ruminations on this Mother's day, as i sit at the table in some beach themed resturant thats too crowded.

For a woman that gave me life. Can i complain?

I guess I cannot.

Your chipmunk,

~Geraldine.

Well...Here we are

My first post on my new blog! I feel so...So...Proud? Happy? Something between those. Anyway, now that i'm posting I feel sympathy for all the sporks posters. Dude! This is hard, bro. Nevertheless, I wanna thank you guys for keeping me entertained for 10 minutes a day. Now THATS hard stuff.

Do you ever look up at the sky at night, and wonder if a meteor could be barreling towards you? Or if someone's looking back? Or why you don't feel dizzy because, I mean, the earth IS spinning pretty darn fast, right?

I think there should be an ap for the Ipad that has a Shoop-Da-Whoop face that fires a laser at someone. Just so you can stand in a huge crowd, scream "I'M A-FIRING MY LASER!" and see how many people step out of the way. All the others are like, "Owww! Dude...That kinda hurt...I mean, ow, like, that burns! A little...Bro."

No but seriously, setting up this blog took me like four hours. I know its not much to look at, but half the time i got distracted by a video on Youtube, and you know what that leads to. You start out by searching "Cookie Monster sings 'Chocolate Rain'" and that leads to "Elmo on fire" and for some stupid reason, that leads to "Greatest Hits of Pat Benatar" and THAT goes to "Kitten Fight" and then...Then I end up outside feeding carrots to birds and I don't know how the hell I ended up there. Its a little unsettling, how a website where you can search videos can take over your actions. Fight the power.

I don't know if I can call this first post a success, but I do know one thing. I am so writing the date and time I click "publish post" because then I can celebrate the blog's birthday when the time comes. Thats always fun...I think...

Stay real.

~Geraldine the Chipmunk