For some reason, Kellys cat, Shorty, has been being kindof a little bitch to me lately. Kelly is camping this weekend and hes been acting like that little brat that, once his parents are gone, wants to break every rule that has been established for him. Now, Shorty is no spring chicken. Hes almost 10 now and I've known him his whole life - so I dont know why hes decided to start testing me now.
Last night, while making a delicious comfort food dinner, I turned around to find him on the kitchen counter with his paw in my glass of milk! Gross! He knows that the last place on Earth he is allowed to chill out is on they keyboard of someones laptop while they are trying to use it and Ive had to push him off mine countless times in the last 24 hours. AND the little shit almost gave me a heart attack the other day by escaping out the screen door and hiding under a bush. Immediately I tried to figure out how the fuck I was going to explain to Kelly that I lost her beloved cat.
Whats the deal Shorty? What are you trying to tell me? That you got your Kitty-AARP card in the mail and you no longer give a shit about the rules? Fair enough, kitty, but just keep in mind that I am like 20 times your size and your line-stepping behavior could get you equalized.
In other news, grades are slowly coming in and Ive learned that I got a B in my writing class. I have mixed feelings about this grade because, for one, its better than I thought it would be given the teachers OVERLY harsh grading on my essays, but on the other hand, I feel like I am an A student writer. I mean, dont judge me on my writing here, because this is something I do for myself without much regard for formalities, but when I write a paper for school, its wholly different. I dont know. I guess either way Im just glad that class is over because it was really starting to make me hate writing. So far my GPA is 3.63 with only my math grade left to go. Stay tuned.
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