The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

I hope life don't get any worse

Listening to: Last Kiss by Pearl Jam
Ugh, just when you think life couldn't get any worse, it pushes itself one more step.

Tonight, while burning CD's for Molly, mom reminded me to feed and water Yusephilus (my mascot/hamster). So I go to the cage, and tap the side to wake him up. He would usually run out and greet me at the door. I would open it up, let him out, while I gave him fresh food and water. Well, the last two days, with all the stress, work, and sleep after school, I didn't even check on him once. He still had a whole thing of water (out of two) and half a bowl of food. Well, his food he normally sifts through when he eats, and eats the stuff he likes. But, when I tapped on the side, nothing happened. I looked into his house, and no one was home. I was really confused. I glanced around his cage, and I saw something white under the wheel. I lifted the wheel up and there he laid, on his back, dead. I just stood there in a shock. His eyes were closed, a sad mouth... there was even a smell coming from him. the fur around his mouth was gunked in yellow stuff and he was stiff as a rock. I yelled "He's dead!" My mom came in and started to cry. My mom loved him. More then I did I think. She loves little, soft animals, and Yusephilus was a criter that made it into our hearts. We barried him with Casper, our first ferret who died a year ago. As we dug the whole my mom was trying not to cry. All she could think about was how he was prolly suffering from the heat and lack of food, and finally gave up on life. It's all my fault... I should've tried figuring out what he ate in his food and what he didn't like. God... how can this weekend get any worse. I'm at my week point now, and if I had an enemy, now would be the time to attack me. Though, I think I would snap and go crazy.

Today, I heard Charity was talking crap about Molly and I at lunch. So, after youth I took care of it. She of course slammed the door in my face, and I yelled out "See! SPOILED 18 YEAR OLD BRAT!" She came back and I told her if she didn't stay out of my business, and quit talking crap about Molly and I, that I would share to the world what exactly happened between her and I when they asked. She told me to leave and never come back and stormed off. *shrugs* Canada will get sick of her and deport her....

And.... ugh.. my stupid CD burner will not burn tracks 14 + No matter what the song is. I have gone through like... 6 blanks CD's now. Damn it.

I really need some cheer up. I need it bad. Anyone ever see a grown man fall to his knees and cry. Well, would anyone like to? Why me... my life is full of lies, betrayal, broken, dying, and all around sucky things. Please... I need something to cheer me up.

Molly isn't online yet. By the looks of it, I don't think she will be either. And I asked her if someone would meet me at Sally's in Pontiac and let me follow them back to her house, and she said she would ask her mom... but she never gave me an answer. So now... I am going to be stuck in Pontiac, trying to figure out how to get to her house from there.... see what I mean? Nothing is going right for me. Nothing at all. Not even my guitar is cheering me up.

-| In loving memory of Yusephilus |-
We will miss you buddy. A mascot of soft white fur you were. Always there to bite David and Ryan, but kiss everyone else. Run in circles on your wheel and run into my foot in your ball when you wanted attention. You never ran totaly free in the house, for the many dangers of a vent system and Joey. But I hope you will never forget me.

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 10:50 PM