Haze

What wondrous weathery things are happening this summer!

Except nothing has really happened at my house. BUT THE POTENTIAL IS THERE. ha.

Yesterday there was this odd smoke in my neighborhood. I was all "oh people are burning stuff." I continued getting ready to go to my mom's house and didn't think much of it. I stepped outside and I was greeted by the smell my oven has when you turn it on. Which is kinda like gas. I did not approve of this smell. I then freaked out a little ran to my car holding my breath and everything. I was confused by the smoke that smelled like gas. I drove away from my neighborhood. Goodbye suckers.

I turned onto (insert name of road here) and was all driving and stuff. As I came to the top of the hill that overlooked the city....I saw that the whole town was engulfed in this creepy, odd smelling haze. "HOLY SHIT" I said as well as "F**K" (that's what it sounded like....fuhstarstarkay)and panicked a little. WE WERE ALL GOING TO DIE. SOMEONE WAS TRYING TO KILL US ALL. Or so I thought.

I drove through the weird haze suffocating in my car because I refused to turn on the air (the air that comes out of the air conditioner comes from outside you know!). I made it to my mom's house, ran from my car to the house while holding my breath, and brought up the interwebs.

DAMN YOU (insert local news here)! They didn't have any information on the odd smelling haze. My lungs started to hurt. I was DYING! Or just having an unnecessary panic attack. Either way I was DYING. DIDN'T THE NEWS KNOW ABOUT THE POTENTIAL HEALTH HAZARD OUTSIDE!?

Eh after about an hour the website updated and told the people that there was nothing to fear. It was just smoke from Canada. The odd smell? They didn't know. That's just how Canadian smoke smells I guess.

So...I didn't die.

~AM

18

It is time for me to address my fear that has been in the back of my mind for quite some time.

I have a fear of dying at the age of 18.

While it may seem a little silly because it's so close to being my birthday....I still have have a slight doubt.

My 18th year of life was definitely not a fun one. It's a shame because 18 is my favorite number.

Just today someone jokingly and unknowingly pinned my death date during the sunrise on day of my birthday. I don't technically turn 19 until after sunrise.

I mean, I'm fairly confident I won't die....but that's a little eerie.

Considering what has happened to me this year, the next few days should be a piece of cake...right?

~AM

Sick and Dead

So I keep feeling all sick and such. This morning was just...awful. I was nauseous and dizzy and dead. It felt like someone was punching the crap out of me while some other guy was pouring some sort of mint all over me. I was cold and tingly...I can't even describe to you what amount of pain I was in also.

So in college...you kinda have to just take care of yourself when crap like that happens. Unless you have a REALLY REALLY good friend who just wants to mother everyone.

I learned a lesson today. Hot showers help...but only if you are feeling pretty alright. If you're feeling like crap and that you might pass out...DON'T TAKE A HOT SHOWER. Makes it like 10 times worse.

um...I watched The Hangover. I was expecting better than that...but it was still good.

yep.

~AM

Home

So I'm home.

I just got done packing most of my life away a few weeks ago. Now I'm back to pack up the rest of it and say goodbye to all familiarity.

I just realized that I really really missed my bed...and my shower...and my entire bathroom in general....my room....my tiger that sticks it's tongue out at everyone...my blankets.

Oh yeah...I guess my family too.

I really missed my cat though. I was worried about leaving her. Turns out I was right. I left...and my cat stopped eating. She stopped coming up the stairs. She's silent...she never meows or anything. She can barely walk. She can't seem to close her eyes and sleep at the moment. She just sits helplessly in her basket most of the time.

I at least got her to drink. Her eyes are clouding over though. God I just cried when I saw her. I tried to put her in my lap so she could rest there...all nice a warm. She just sat on my lap and stared and wouldn't lie down. I pick her up...there's no resistance. She's a rag doll in my arms. She doesn't meow or anything at me. She purred a little...very softly though. She wouldn't even eat a ritz cracker. She loves those things.

What in the world has happened to my cat in the last 2 weeks? Sure she's 18 but...still. She was not like this when I left.

So here I am...home...in my bed...unable to sleep.

You don't understand do you? It's not just a cat. She's my cat.

ah hell who reads this anyways?

~AM