I'm very tired and hungry at the moment. I was working at cosi. I feel sorta burnt out with volunteering right now, seven times in one month is too much for me. I don't know how I'll ever survive a full time job. Maybe the thought of a pay check'll get me through it. One of the paid team members randomly told me I was one of the best volunteers. A different paid team member told me a similar thing about a month ago. I'm very puzzled by this 'cause I don't do anything. There are plenty of psychotic volunteers with thousands of hours and all the stars you can get. . . I've just got 200 hours and no ambition to get more then 300 hours. *shrugs* Maybe they just want to guilt me into working more.
smovakia | 6:27 PM

August 29, 2001

I was gone about 30 minutes this morning dropping off my mom at work. When I got home the first thing I noticed was blood on the carpet. This is very unusual at my house. Then I notice that my cat is behind a chair and eating something. My cat seems to have brought home a chipmonk, and killed it in the time it takes me to take mom to work. There is chipmonk blood all over the living room. As a result I grabbed my books(the ones without blood) and headed for the library. My mom resently changed offices and I don't know the new number. It's written down somewhere, but it's probably still at the house. Even if I called her there's not really anything she can do 'till she gets home from work.

I haven't eaten breakfast yet and I didn't grab any food on my way out. Too sickened I think, but I am hungry.

Neko had been very good about not bringing home his prey, but this last week he's brought home two cicadaes(sp? a large bug that makes a buzzing noise) and one chipmonk and something that's in pieces that I assume is a chipmonk.
smovakia | 9:29 AM

August 27, 2001

Sorry for dissappearing for the last three days, I don't really have any excuse.

Last night I went to my step-mom's birthday party. There was good food, and except for the scrabble game it was a good party. It seems like every other time I go to my dad's house someone suggests we play scrabble. I really really passionately hate scrabble. I'm sure you all are aware of my inablility to spell, and scrabble is nothing but spelling. Dispite what my family tells me, I don't think playing scrabble helps my spelling at all. I'm usually too afraid of being challenged to try to spell words I'm uncertain of, and you're not allowed to look them up 'till you've used a word and someone challenges. My fear was not helped by my family laughing at me for spelling 'nine' 'nein' (It'd be right if I were spelling no in German. . .) -_-;;

Of course my Grandma was there, so of course she picked on my brother, and of course he wasn't there to defend himself, so I made half hearted attempts to defend him, and was entirely ignored. I wish she wouldn't talk about him the way she does. The way she talks about him you'd think he was laying half-dead and drunk in a gutter, when really he's the only child in my family who's successfully grown up and left the house.
smovakia | 2:49 PM