||[Jan. 22nd, 2007|01:27 pm]
Willow Pinkears got hit by a car. When I finish feeding the boys of the world, I am going to have another charity called Kittens Shouldn't Die, and put kitty-sized crosswalks on all the streets, and adopt every cat in the shelters, and every horse in the feed lot, and every orphan in the world. Punkin died a few months ago, too, but it is not as sad when an old one dies. He had a good long life.
I liked last semester a lot, and I can't tell if I will like this one as much. Everything feels like it is getting shook up. And then I will graduate and things will get really shook up.
The lesson of the week is I don't like it when things change, and change they do.
The other lesson is that I adapt to change by drinking excessively and cleaning like a fiend.
I don't have any class on Mondays, Wednesdays, or Fridays. I don't like that, but maybe it will make me work on my floundering thesis more.
Monday, Monday, Monday.