To this day I think that the best batch of puppy chow I ever ate was the one from Mean Creek.

this morning at  10:15 mo(s)e/garbage was curled up in a ball under some blankets on my top bunk.
just now he got out and started following me around purring.
what a lazy butt, he's been sleeping for 8 hours.

this seriously felt like the longest week of my life. 

i hate myself for procrastinating so badly.
AHHH GET OFF LIVEJOURNAL YOU IDIOT!

sadie and ryan are gone, and suddenly i actually have a life.
friday was homecoming and i went and enjoyed myself a lot and went to a fire after and had kelly and anna sleep over.  and on saturday i hung out with sarah (duhh) and other people and slept over at her house.
HA, I AM NOT AN OLD LADY!
("you're 40, that's the cut off!")

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Last night I didn't get to sleep until 1:30.
Homework blows.
Moe started a freaking loud meowing spree and 5:15 this morning.
Just as I was typing this he had the nerve to jump on my lap.
I might throttle Moe.
He might see the hole in the backyard.

I update a lot today.

( things that i have to look forward to.. )

While walking home yesterday I briefly thought "I wonder if Ryan is over?"
Things like this keep happening to me.

Today I watched a Netflix movie alone.
I had to shut the laundry room door, adjust the foot rest, turn the lights off, get the movie started, and mail it when I was done.

So weird.

The eppy couch is suddenly very roomy.

(or should I say rommy?)