Just the beginning

SAVANNA!!! this is your doing! but here I am....on a blog....woo.
Man is this supposed to feel so strange? I feel like I'm just sending random words into this vast unknown and....ya. nothing strangely compelling. thats it. hmm


But yet its cool.

So I am going to start now. so I am in an economics class with Talia, Tasha, and Mr. Clevenger. He's funny and stuff cause he uses a microphone even though his voice is louder than most of the teachers. But his class is good so far. Not that much homework yet, but Maia warned me about the homework load. so. YET TO COME!!

Wow. I just realized that compared to savanna's and katie's blogs, mine is so......formal.

Anyway. I figured out what I could blog about. You see when I was a little girl (little girl meaning 5th grade) I had a cat. he was the most WONDERFUL cat ever and his name was tyler. I had him for a couple years already, and he was fat and loud and adorable. How I like them.

ANYWAY, short story long, we moved cause my sister graduated from our elementary school and we moved from our lovely barf green house to another not so barfy green house. My uncle had this great idea to put Tyler back in the moving van in his crate, in the dark, in the cold. I. was. crushed.

So when we moved in, tyler was so emotionally disturbed that he would constantly hide behind the washing machine and under the couch. i think he became a partial schizophrenic. and one day while i was at school my mom was working on the yard and left the door open to see if Tyler would arise from the washing machine tomb of darkness. she watched him come to the door and thats when things went horribly wrong.

He ran out the door and behind my house.

And my mom just sat there.

And we *sniff* never saw him again. frowny face.

So my mom promised crushed little ol me that because of her lack of doing ANYTHING to get him, that she would get me a new cat to fill my lonely void.

Well 5 years later and still no cat, i asked my mom last month about it (you see, a cat owner never forgets) and she said that if I kept the house clean for 6 months, I would get a cat.

So I'm already one month down and i just cleaned the bathroom and about to load the dishwasher. things going strong!! Claussen, here I come!!

Btw, Claussen is what I'm going to name him. its my favorite brand of pickles.

Well now! I feel like the mountain on my back has finally lifted from venting all these unopened emotions. i guess i can get used to it.

So, farewell. I'm off to clean!