It feels like I haven't been happy for a while. There's nothing wrong though, I can't explain. Maybe it's the things that are happening and changing too fast.
I saw Ocean's 13 last night because it was Avigator's birthday. It was kind of a disappointment, I expected way more from it. The plot could've been planned out much better. But afterwards I craved seeing The Departed again.
And I am petsitting a hamster. I hate it. Not the hamster, Fluffy is adorable. He is a sweetheart. I just hate walking past his cage at 12 in the middle of the night and seeing him up on the rails, looking at me and longing attention. I may sound like a maniac, but it's true. People either shouldn't have pets or they should have more of the same kind in less confined spaces. I sound like a hypocrite, I've had many pets before. But I think there were always points when I couldn't stand looking into the eyes of the animal because there was seriously so much sadness going on.
So, why do I look at the hamster in the middle of the night? Well I stay up to watch Boy Meets World and Fresh Prince and Gilmore Girls every night because I have nothing else to do. I can officially say that I'm in love with Gilmore Girls. I used to wonder why everybody loved it so much but now I understand.
Whoaaa. Olga just called me. And then I was looking for a bracelet while I was on the phone with her and I saw a ginormous spider. She's like, USE WINDEX. So I used 409. But I just sprayed the spider and watched it die. I know people do it everyday, it just doesn't work out with me. Must I be such an animal hugger?
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