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Might be leaving

Thu Nov 12, 2009, 6:03 PM
  • Mood: Shame
  • Listening to: Spin - Taking Back Sunday
Lots of stuff has happened. I doubt anyone here wants to read about it here, or even will, but I have not updated because a] my pc is a piece of crap, and b] most of my current work is black and white film photography and I have no scanner. However, now that I have a much faster and more capable mac laptop I am thinking of making a new account and putting my digital art on it. There is so much personal crap and ranting and whatnot in these journals that I'd really rather delete this account or let it be unused and create a new one.

Would anyone want to see my new stuff in a more professional account setting?

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bad news, good news

Wed May 6, 2009, 4:01 PM
So my town fails. And I'm starting to hate this. I have really sad local news, and I have really funny awesome things.

First is this: Why are so many people dying in my town this year? First, Kaity Wilson and being hit by a car, and then recently one of my friend's Uncle shot his wife, his two children and himself, and now a person in my school has killed himself. I didn't know him well enough to recognize by name who it was, but when someone explained to me who it actually was, I was so shocked. He was a cool dude, maybe a bit of a stoner, but never suicidal. Ugh. I don't know. A couple of my good friends are really depressed. Hawthorne heights started going through my head and this ended up getting written down. Not sure if it's good enough for a deviation.

controversial year doesn't describe
the feeling of desperation,
the fears, the tears,
their heartbroken cries.

Why would a being take out his wrath
on a small white town, nowhere land.
crying, dying,
we don't need this waste.



...........

in other news. DRAMA BANQUET IS COMING AGAIN. That means awesome skits, and other such amazing things. I'm doing a senior sendoff for Allen, since no one else offered and it was predictable that I would accept. Buuuuut I'm going to be in the techies act this year and a soloist! We're doing a tech version of Who Will Buy from Oliver, as Who Will Build. I will of course get someone to tape this! There were videos up on youtube, but sadly Snori and I deleted vivalafreaks, so they are not there at the moment. I will at some point make my own account and put them up.
But yes, I get to sing "Do we have any screws in here, mister? Any screws in here, mister?" and the ensemble part, of course. We're going to parody our shitty choreographers moves from the actual show. It'll be wonderful.

That's all for now, :heart: sniz

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  • Mood: Joy

truly sorry, clementine

Tue Apr 7, 2009, 7:43 PM
  • Mood: Shitty
let me start this by thanking every single one of my friends who have talked to me, helped me, comforted me and shown me love throughout this. Even if you didn't hear about this until now, i still love you guys so much and feel very happy and i have such a lovely bunch of friends [and coconuts?].

My cat Jerry had not been feeling well lately. It started with him being unbalanced, unable to walk or jump without running into and or falling on something. That symptom cleared up about a month ago and he was fine for awhile, but his health was beginning to deteriorate.

He stopped eating, which was so obsenely strange to us, as he would often eat anything we gave him if he thought he would like it [I remember a couple years ago when he took a fancy to eating dogs treats]. He bacame skinnier and started getting a sort of ';pot belly' as websites have described this symptom. We had been taking him to the vet regularly when all this started, and he had been on a number of different antibiotics. we tried to get him to eat at anytime we could.

Yesterday my mom took him to the vet and he had an ultrasound, as well as having some of the fluid in his stomach sent to be tested. The vet then informed us that he diagnosed Jerry with Feline Infectious Peritonitis.

There is currently not much known about FIP. Nothing can be done, and it is completely fatal. I know mom looked it up, and I know I looked it up myself as well. everything seemed to match Jerry; he was a shelter cat, and he had had a respiratory problem while there.

However, the pathologist gave us a little hope that maybe, upon further inspection, it was another bacteria, or cancer. We wanted something at least treatable, not this.

Today the doctor gave us two options: We put him down now, or we get surgery on him to see if there's anything we can do. mom gave me a final say.

the surgery came with a catch, once i chose it... they weren't going to wake him up if there was nothing they can do.

they wanted to do the surgery as soon as possible. meaning tonight. one of my family members was being ripped away from me and all i could do was cry. there was nothing we could do.

we said our goodbyes. my dad was crying. i've never seen him cry before, except when i was little and his dad died. Jerry was truly his cat more than anyone's. my dad left our cage with them, "for good luck," he said.

My mom called me at nine tonight to tell me that Jerry would not be coming back in it.


Jerry was the happiest cat you would've probably ever met. He purred if you let him sit with you or just petted him for awhile, or even if you just paid attention to him. He was a beautiful orange long haired cat. His fur got everywhere.

We adopted him from a shelter when we were looking for a dog. Mom just couldn't resist. He just purred away at her when she petted him, and he was going to be put down if he stayed any longer.
Mom: We adopted Jerry today!
Dad: What kind of dog is Jerry?
Mom: Jerry's a cat.

Despite our other cat, Sally's, immediate displeasure, they eventually became friends, or at least liked to play a bit. Jerry would pounce on Sally and they would chase eachother around. They were both so cute.

Jerry wouldn't sit still on mom's lap. He liked to play with her newspaper a lot. He grew to like me a good deal [upon first moving here, i'm pretty sure I scared him] and sat perfectly in my lap, which I was so proud of.

But Jerry loved my dad the best. Dad let Jerry walk all over him. He would walk on his keyboard, he would walk infront of his screen, he would sit and stick his tail in his face.

Dad loved him.

Jerry loved us all too.

I keep trying to find something else we could've done. But we did all we could, in the end. We gave him food and a home when no one else would, and took him out of the shelter. We had at least seven wonderful years with him. He was the best comfort when I had no one besides him, Sally and Rascal.

Even today, before we took him to the vet's he was. I held him and he just purred in my arms, and I feel that he just wanted me to stop crying and feel better.

I feel as if he knew he was going and he wanted to make it better for us before he left. He purred and nudged me with his nose.

I'm still crying now, from the loss I feel, but I know that at least now he's happy too, and as I told him alone before, his spirit will be feel and painless now and he may go where ever he pleases, whether it be here or elsewhere.

sniz.

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dying

Mon Apr 6, 2009, 6:32 PM
  • Mood: Shitty
  • Reading: exit here
my cat's dying. the vet gave him maybe a couple more days.

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cock it and pull it.

Mon Mar 30, 2009, 6:12 PM
  • Mood: Shitty
  • Listening to: earthquake - the used
  • Reading: Ptolemy's gate
and once again tech week is here. There's so much to be done still. Nick being in the show as well as my overseeing manager is not useful. Kyler might die this week if I get anymore shit from him.

alright, so last night i went to a We are Scientists concert. relatively small, Hard Rock Cafe charity concert. had an amazing time. Kyler came and wasn't an ass. I think repressing it must have made him more of an ass today. I wasn't actually that tired, but i still had a bad day. lost my lunch [luckily it was in a paper bag, so i didn't loose my lunchbox]. had a lockdown during which the vice principal announced every two minutes "we are in a lockdown procedure, anyone approaching the building must wait until the lockdown procedure is over" which was fucking annoying. bio was shitty because we're doing a project due wednesday and we have rehearsal until 9:30 tomorrow. great.

rehearsal was rehearsal [read: annoying as hell but bearable] up until a certain point. we got near the end of act I and a part where there are no set changes for four songs, so i went up to the booth to grab some food [we all stash food up there and i had a pb&j] and chill with Allen for a bit since I hadn't seen him all rehearsal.

came back down after hanging out and getting some need rest. it was right before a set change and i got back into it pretty quickly directing my techies what to do.

then afterwards Kyler decided to bitch at me.
"Where were you?" "What?" "Where were you for that set change?" "..I came back and helped out." "Nu-uh. I had to get your curtain for you!"
We got into a huge bitch fight and some stuff came out from him that really just pissed me off to no end. ["You always leave to just go make out with Allen!"] I got food. And came back before the set change. I even asked Nick later if I missed anything and he said I didn't and that Kyler had messed up and the curtain didn't need to be moved.
the arguement between us basically ended him him going "I take it back. Whatever. Let's just stop arguing." "... Fine. -walked away before i really punched him-"

I was so pissed. Seriously it really hurt. like, we haven't been hanging out as much with tech week and all [allen and i] and i hadn't seen him in like, 2 hours, besides 'oh hey, you're across the auditorium, hi.'

i don't know if it was just my bad day, but i just had to breathe and calm down for awhile. and then i sort of lost my phone. i couldn't find it at all and i just felt like crying. and then i stupidly found it in allen's car. i just felt like shit [allen told me i looked like shit too, so that was awesome].

so. here's to hoping the play turns out alright anyways. cheers.
sniz

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