today i kicked a squirrel on my way back from calc. it was a complete accident, as i was looking through my bag for my ipod, but it was traumatizing nonetheless. worse than the time i accidentally kicked that chicken.

i wasn’t sure if i should laugh or cry, so i played it off like i didn’t notice. looking back on that, i probably should have at least looked a bit concerned, since the squirrel did grunt upon impact and all.

i was just informed that my rabbit, hoover, passed away today. we got him on october 11, 2004 and he has been one of my most favorite pets. i’m at a loss for words, so i’ll just say that i’m going to miss him very very much.

<3

i was looking through some emails when i found one from november between my mom and i.

Hi Punkin,
Dad and I both know you want a car really really bad… Freshman year is a lot of schoolwork, life changes, new friends, new stuff. Lets make it through the freshmen year first! We promise that by the time you go to work in May you will have a car without having to put all your savings towards it.

later in the email it says:
So I have this large spreadsheet I’ve been keeping for years of payment coming up like house repairs, replace cars, get Lanni a car, pay tuition, get Lizzie a car, mom retires, dad retires, etc. Your car is scheduled for MAY 2008.

 
mom, dad? want to comment on this?

very tragic day for me. my dwight bobblehead’s cappa was detated!

“when i die, i want to be frozen. and if they have to freeze me in pieces, so be it. i will wake up stronger than ever, because i will have used that time to figure out exactly why i died, and what moves i could have used to defend myself better now that i know what hold he had me in.”

i have just been handed an urgent and horrifying news story. and I need all of you to stop what you’re doing and listen:

there is now another car in the rochester area with neon pink hubcaps. i saw it today, and i am devastated by the loss of my uniqueness. this has been a tragic day for me.

you stay classy, planet earth.

it’s done. it’s gone.

can you believe i actually cried afterwards? this is so embarrassing.

i’m not a very sentimental person, usually. but today, that hasn’t been true. since i’m home for the weekend, i’m obviously sleeping in my old room. i say old room, because i don’t really think it’s mine anymore. liz has put some of her belongings in here, and my mom sleeps here sometimes.

and because i’m a very possessive person, i felt it necessary to remove all my things, so that no one else would touch them. i know that sounds incredibly self-centered, but my room means a little more to me than a bedroom should. the walls are like a memorial of my life since year 0 (year 0 being 2000, when my parents painted my room a shade i hated, and i felt compelled to “fix it”). my walls are covered in personal things, most having no meaning to anyone besides me. and this is the reason that i’m talking it all down. all of it.

i found that the more i took down, the more sad i felt. i mean, i’ve been working on this for 7 years, and now that i have it just perfect, it’s being destroyed. i’m not going to throw [all of] it out, though. i’m going to make a scrapbook-type archive of it. but it could never represent what my room, my sanctuary, has meant to me.

when i woke up, my fishes were DEAD.

the most ironic part of this is that when we were talking about fish yesterday (before the part when i guessed), i mentioned that every living thing i have ever been solely responsible for has died. i had a cactus a few years ago, a plant that requires little to no upkeep, and i killed it within a month.

“I bought a cactus. A week later it died. And I got depressed, because I thought, Damn. I am less nurturing than a desert.”
– Demetri Martin

but i’m going to have to say this wasn’t really my fault. i think it has something to do with the 80 degree weather or something [out of my control] like that.

R.I.P. jaws and chubbs
Sept. 8 ‘07- Sept. 8 ‘07

ETA: “temperatures over 25 °C (77 °F) can be extremely damaging for goldfish.” (via wikipedia)

i’m so sad! today was the last day of betwixt and between, which means today was the last day of work until i either a) get a new job, or b) next summer when camp starts again. work has kind of become a really big part of my life and i’m going to miss it so much. i hope that some of my breaks align with the break camps so i can work those, but they probably won’t. *sob*

so, ONE WEEK UNTIL I MOVE OUT OF BRIGHTON AND INTO GENESEO. this is insane. i have only contemplated packing, nothing more than that. next week is going to be insanity.

i’m so sad, today was the last day of camp :’(

it was a kind of mixed up day, since we had to move our afternoon activities to the morning because we had a party after lunch, in which we ate pizza and hit the piñata that we made (the littlest kid was the one that did it, it was hilarious). and since it was the last day, after the party we had to clean, but we thought ahead and came in earlier that morning and did most of the time-consuming stuff. so then while everyone was in the gym, three of us did the other necessary things, so that we didn’t waste any time. after all the kids left and after our ceremonious group whistle blow, we packed our cars full of equipment and games and drove to brighton rec to drop it all off. that marked that end of camp. well, there were still the goodbyes that consisted of me yelling at someone for hugging me, and then getting attacked and hugged by everyone at once. yeah, that was fun.

and then as i was about to walk to my car, i hear people yelling “lanni” and “pinky” and “louise,” so i turned around and saw about six kids with their heads out the windows of the brighton rec camp windows, so i went back inside to say hi. after about five minutes of being attacked by huggy third and fourth graders, i grabbed a pop and talked to melissa (from after school). turns out their camp doesn’t end until 5:30. ha ha ha.

and then of course i had to drive back to camp, because someone really smart packed the school’s stereo into his car, thinking it belonged to the rec department. and he had to go somewhere. good thing i’m nice.