Ok…the last entry’s title totally disturbed me when I looked at it just now. I wrote that on Thursday night, when I didn’t know what happened to my cat as I hadn’t seen her all day. I totally forgot about that title…shit. But yeah. It’s Saturday now. And I found my cat. On Thursday night after I wrote that last entry, my dad wanted to take me out to get ice cream or something, which was cool because that meant he was in a good mood. And my brother couldn’t go either because he was sick so even better. It was nice and then we came home around 10 ish…my mom was worried still because she couldn’t find Cali, my cat, anywhere. I was like oh she’s probably asleep in my room because that’s where she almost always is. So I went in my room and was calling for her and I saw her tail sticking out from under my bed and I was like Cali, you freak, why didn’t you come out when I was calling you? And then I reached down to pet her and I noticed that something was wrong…she wasn’t coming out from under the bed when I pet her and she felt different…that was when I saw that she wasn’t sleeping under there… I totally flipped out. I mean, I was completely calm, but I was in total shock. Cali was like my best friend in my family. She was always in my room with me when I wanted to get away from my stupid family… I didn’t start crying or anything. I just quietly went into my mom’s room and told her that I found Cali in my room. She was like ok then…then I was like no. It’s not ok. Trust me it’s not ok…and my mom started freaking out. She was like no….you’re not serious no….she can’t be… Cali wasn’t even that old at all. She was still fairly young. At least with other pets I’ve had in my life, they died when they were older and I had anticipated them dying sooner of later. And even then we had them put to sleep so it wasn’t a surprise or anything. Not like walking into your room to find your cat dead under your bed when she wasn’t even old. I mean, she was perfectly fine earlier that morning before I went to school. She jumped on my bed like she usually did and woke me up with her meowing and it was normal…but then I guess not. I don’t know. She didn’t seem at all unhealthy, and none of us know why she died. I found her around 10 that night and I couldn’t sleep in my room, understandably. I went into my mom’s room and attempted to sleep but I couldn’t…and I had finals the next day. I got up late, and got to school a few minutes late too. My brother had a fever so he missed the last day of finals. But I had my English final first, but I couldn’t concentrate at all still. No sleep and what happened the night before…and I hadn’t read Huck Finn. So I was screwed. I left a ton of answers on my scantron blank and didn’t even attempt to do the essay portion. I just kinda sat there and zoned out… Then we had brunch and I was still really depressed and tired and didn’t feel like dealing with anything at the time so I just kinda sat there and thought about things…I feel bad now. I totally ignored my friends for the most part, but I was really not in the mood to socialize. Which sucks because I may not see some of my friends during break. But then Jordan came over and noticed that I looked really weird just sitting there looking freaked out and she had me walk around with her and talk and I felt a little better afterwards. Then we went to the office and I got my ID card back and she tried to fix her schedule but her counselor wouldn’t let her. Then I went to French, and I think I did better on that final than I did on my English one. I mean at least I was feeling somewhat better by then. Jordan came into that class and waited for me to finish the final and showed Stephenson Joey, her little rabbi dude. It was cool. Then we went to wait for my mom after school. I was already having a lousy day, mind you. My mom was an HOUR LATE. More than an hour, actually. It’s just easier to say an hour. I called her like a million times and she finally picked up and I was really pissed by that time and she acted like I had absolutely no reason to be mad at her. She was busy having coffee at Salt Creek with Ron, her boyfriend, and “forgot” to pick me up. I was freezing my ass off, too. For over an hour. At least I had Jordan there to entertain me lol. Then she went on to tell me that she met the mayor through Ron, and I don’t know if that was supposed to work as an excuse as to why she was that fucking late…I was like ok that’s nice. You met the mayor. Hooray for you. In that case, you can be another hour late. Because you’re so fucking special. I mean my god… But she finally showed up and took us to *gasp* JACK IN THE FUCKING BOX. I hate that place now. It sickens me. I forgot what Jordan called it, but it totally suited the place. I got this chicken thingy, which almost made me retch. I mean…..eww. It was bad. Oh well…then we went to Jordan’s house. I write really really long entries. At Jordan’s we got bored and watched TV. We watched America’s Next Top Model and were totally rooting against the black stereotype girl. She was driving us CRAZY. And her face was really flat and she had a weird chin and yeah…she had to go lol. But she did! She totally got kicked out. And we laughed…lol. Then we watched 700 Club. It was really………..interesting. The way they think. The dude on it was constantly contradicting himself. He said something like people are saying evolution is a theory, not a fact. And then he said that people were saying it was a fact? But they weren’t? And anyway they seem to fully believe in their religion when they have less proof to back their story up than the people that believe in evolution. They were talking about how they thought it was weird that people that believed in evolution could believe in something that didn’t have proof and I was like………then what is Christianity…it’s hard to explain. Had to be there. And then he went on about how people “worship” atheism. Atheism is like……..being without a religion? So how can your religion be atheism?? And how does one worship atheism? I swear…those people… But um…yay. Finals are finally over. I am finally free. And I desperately need to go Christmas shopping soon. I’m leaving on the 23rd I think to go to Hawaii, which means I have even LESS time to shop. So I gotta start soon…dammit. Very soon… Um…the end.