I don't want to go to work.

I quit. I shouldn't have to go back. This 2 weeks notice crap is crap. I am seriously considering not going in on Thursday. I have to close by myself, on top of everything. Whatever, I'll just do a really sloppy job. What's he going to do, fire me? Alex and I are going to start looking at apartments soon. The sooner the better. I can't stand where I live anymore. Roughly 2 more months in hell. It can't come soon enough. I had to give my quail to my brother, because everyone sucks. So I'll be getting him back in 2 months as well.

I applied at Petco

I really want this job. I'm sick of going to work and hating every second of it. I remember one day when work was cool, when a lady with a service dog came in. To me, it was exciting. Also, once at Petco, I saw some girls purchasing rats. The woman helping them was afraid to touch them. If you don't want to touch them, why work at a pet store. So I walked up and asked if I could help her. She let me, the customer, pick out rats for the other customer. So I better get this job. Or else.

I shouldn't be allowed at pet expos.

I went to one Sunday.

Came home with a Quail.

Meet Kiwikiki

He likes to chill.

And eats rape seeds.

I need to tell my "family"about him today.

They're gonna be pissed.

The Native American Code of Ethics

11. Nature is not FOR us, it is a PART of us. They are part of your worldly family.

This is Carlisle

He is not gross. He is not disease ridden. He is a naughty boy who loves a cup of coffee on a sunday evening. He's brilliant and finds a way out of his cage nomatter what I do. Sometimes I come from school and he's just chillin on my bed like "whaddup." This kid's got swag.

Now Corbeau, on the other hand, is just a total sweetheart. He loves cuddling and watching movies with me. He walks around with his head tilted sideways because of what the vet believes is a brain tumor. It's alright, because he's okay for now.

I took him to school once. Not the smartest idea I've ever had. But it's a story to tell.

People in school are like "Why are you so quiet?" and I’m just like, “Lol, I hate everyone.”

Maximilian

I like to sneak Maximilian into fast food places. The people who end up seeing him just stare. And whisper. I find it highly entertaining. But I wonder if they're saying good or bad things about him. Hm. I don't care.

Max also enjoys a walk around the lake. Actually, I usually end up carrying him a quarter way through, but he still enjoys it. His stubby little legs tire him out though.

Basically, He's only the best thing in the world.

Blogger ≠ Tumblr

I'll always love Tumblr. This will never compare. But, I do appreciate the fact that we're supposed to blog about anything for class. I do it in my freetime, so...I know though, that people will take this too seriously.

 Here is an example of the posts that will most likely be posted by this class.

Hi. My name is Blahblahblah. This is a picture of me and my dog Timmy at our house last summer. This was a good time because it makes me remember what a good dog Timmy is, and how much I like summer.

Oh yes. So excited for that.