*insert incompetent babbling here*

SO! Uh, I had a rough day in school last week, which was probably because a teacher finally confronted me about how terrible of a student I was becoming (she didn't state it that bluntly, but hey - I'm a blunt person). She has had me for four years now. Well, sort of. I had her for German I and II, someone else for German III, and now I have her for German IV A again. I can't take German IV B because of Adv. Chem: Analysis and I'm very excited about that. Even though one of my friends is ditching me for the most annoying fucker I've let myself continuously communicate with. Annoying twit.

That was a bad day. At school, at work, at home ... homework didn't get touched. Does that surprise anyone? Didn't think so. But I seriously have to get working on that aspect of school again. I may not have liked lacrosse in eighth grade at all, but I'm being peer pressured into another sport and I want to ride the damn wave. It's how I got into field hockey, and what's my favorite sport now? Honestly, figure skating may be awesome, but I often fail at that. XD

I have a three day weekend now (which the last day will be spent doing a Psych project, but whatevs) and a four day week next week. Along with ... er ... four straight days of work starting Wednesday, which means pizza for dinner. Every. Single. Night. Isn't that wonderful? And I'll probably have breadstick duty at least twice. I mean, really, stick the new kid with the crappy works. Okay, I may not be so new to the whole place anymore, but I'm one of two workers that has been there for the shortest amount of time. Probably the most polite, though. Hey, what can I say? I don't do drugs, I don't fuck people and I certainly don't make a complete ass out of myself.

Normally. Hey - I have my days, okay?

And now I finally got accepted into the ARBA. Is it sad that such a thing excites me? For one, it's a club solely about rabbits. And judging by the fact that I have ONE show quality rabbit, it isn't even that important yet. Although the information that I'll glean from such a membership ... that's what counts. Now I need to buy myself a good buck and that ARBA Standard of Perfection. I have an idea of what's needed for the Mini Rex, but it'll be nice to haveperfection.

I've been reading Raising Better Rabbits & Cavies ever since I got it in the mail today. There's a lot of information packed in that book. I need to take a highlighter to it.

And then Mom goes and says something along the lines of, "You should put that much diligence into your homework." Pff. Fuck school. No one likes school. Well, I did, up until last year. By then, English and History classes had me pissed off because we weren't learning anything new or important and ... I dunno.

Then I go on about these rants my friends, and one told me to smile. I'm all angsty. Well, yeah, I was fucking pissed off. That tends to happen a lot more often. It's like this whole cycle.

So then I go grab Jillian and snuggle her because she's petrified of human contact. I don't know what the hell. And she even had a leg at one point! Wtf? Damn nice rabbit I have there, once I condition her again. Hopefully it's possible.

Funny that I have two good does, three sucky bucks. *facedesk*

Although I think the whole reason behind writing this journal is that not only has ARBA gotten back to me, but so has the BetaReaders group on here. I got myself an author! Well, I kinda went around and picked up another couple writers along the way, but my hopes is that I have something a little more professional here. No offense to anyone whatsoever. I'm dealing with peers here, so it's certainly expected. I mean, look at me! My writing in my journals is so childish, it's laughable. But ... dude, my writing role model is fucking Brandon Sanderson. You can't get a much better writer than him, and this is taking into consideration Stephen King.

Mmm ... beta reading talk reminds me that I have to look over that Harry Potter story. I don't even like Harry Potter! Way too black and white and bland to me, especially after reading elite books. Y'all should know what I'm talking about, considering my writing role model. XD

Golly, I need to start writing Zodiac Tribes. I can't ever seem to get the details straight, though, and that could ruin that story. It's a completely new way of looking at some things and it needs to be comprehensive. GAH! It's been in my head for five years now, though. FIVE YEARS!

Whatevs. I need to pee and take a shower.

--EDIT--

I figured that while I update the sidebar since the last journal I should, I dunno, put in another little tidbit. This one I find just sad. So SAD! Why does time happen to come to one so sparsely!?

So I've been following this rabbitry within an hour away for a while now. It's Wonderland Rabbitry located in Owosso. She (as in Megan, the owner) has had rabbits for sale as long as I was seriously looking for one. I got Dozer from Wolfsong's Rabbitry, but lynx was what I really wanted anyway. I love those lynx rabbits. So beautiful.

I go on Craigslist to check if there's anything new. Not really. A new posting in Belleville about black Rexes, I think. I don't want black. Go on Hoobly, update my ad and go to check out the Rexes for sale, just for lolz.

I see rabbitry distribution (I think that was the word she used) sale - she's going out of business. Then I see that it's HER! The girl to whom I commented about her stock. He beautiful, beautiful stock.

Good golly! I see a lynx buck for sale, text her ... and he might already be spoken for. But dude, she's leaving me. We don't know each other, but I looked up to her rabbitry. XD Guess it's the first person I see, I talk to her, she talks back, we're best pals. I dunno. Don't question my illogical logic.

No.