Shit... Y'know I hate it when people hide stuff from you, just so you'll continue having a good time... On the way home from SCAD I was told that one of my old dogs that has been living with my sister had to be put down on wednesday. She somehow ruptured a spinal disk and paralzed her back legs, my sister wouldn't be able to pay for the bills, and my parents didn't want to put up with her. So Sassy has passed away, at least supposedly peacefully. But I'm pissed off as all get out. This infuriates me to no extent. I never got to say fucking goodbye, and they don't want to tell me that one of my dogs died! If something happened to Nemo and they didn't tell me, I think I would disown my parents. Thats just a bunch of bull, and they know it. Nemo's my baby, and so was Sassy, no matter how anoying sweet she was, she was mine at a point in life and I loved her, played with her when i was down at my sisters...

Screw that shit, now I'm seriously pissed and depressed.

Yay. At scad, i think i've lost like... 10 pounds or so. <3 Tired and leaving tomorow. I've made lots of buddies...NOT! But I have made a few friends, whether we'll stay in touch beats me. Hope everyones doing good, even though no one reads this anyways.

TTFN

This is a list of metaphors actually used in high school essays. -snerk- Wish I was this smart. <3

Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature prime English beef.

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Sex in the City" comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot oil.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

Even in his last years, Grandad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword

She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.

dear god

At my employers house at this moment they are shooting a total of eleven cattle and one horse. Why? Cause the cattle escaped came on to my employer's land, freaked out her horses, one tried to jump the fence, mangled her self, and had to be shot. So now she's got 11 dead cows in her front yard, and one dead horse. Why the hell are they killing the damn cows!? I mean heard 'em back, tranquilize them, just don't blow their brains out, the hell did they do to deserve that!

I hate stupid shit like this, I'm gonna go to work tomorrow morning and probably see signs of what happened. My friend is over there and she's told me that the cows scream everytime they shoot one. How could you do that... Eleven. Their only three blocks away from their home. Load 'em onto a horse trailer 3 by 3. Or something, I mean God, doesn't mean you  gotta kill them! They're dairy cows you dimwits... This is a good reminder to why I'm a vegetarian...

This pisses me off so bad!