6:28 p.m. - July 17, 2004
Stanger in my home
You want to know what sucks? Right now, as we speak (or type) my roommate is at work and her boyfriend is camped out in our apartment. I'm sorry, but that is just a little bit rude I think. If you are going to invite someone to stay with you for the weekend, then you should make sure you have the time to spend with them.
He's locked in her room, while I'm in mine, both ignoring each other. I have no problem ignorning him, that's easy. I just don't like the fact that a 'stranger' is in my apartment!
Anyway, next week my parents will be out of town. Now, this would not be such a big deal but it is. You see, I still have three rabbits left over from my 4-H years which means they have to be cared for and so does our dog. The simple answer would be to have my brother take care of the animals, but he supposidly has plans next weekend that do not involve working. So with that said, I'm looking at driving back and forth from Lewiston at least twice if not three times between Friday afternoon and Sunday evening, all in the name of pet detail.
We are trying to get ahold of someone to take care of the dear sweet animals, but with my brother not comitting to anything right now (mostly be a jackass), we can't even find someone to throw food and water at the rabbits and the dog.
Should be fun times for me.
And since I don't like feeling like a visitor in my own apartment, I'm going to leave and find some food. When I return, hopfully Cindy will be back from work and will be better in the world. We can only hope.
~*~Dream Dancer~*~
