i'll have another double...
it's been a busy weekend. i knew that this last week would be kinda crazy, but i wouldn't have guessed this. i'm not entirely sure yet when i'm going to be able to pack, lol. i'll have to schedule that around everything else, i guess. hopefully i'll make some major progress today, because it's my only free day this week. it kinda sucks, because through hanging out with friends this weekend i've been meeting new friends that i would genuinely like to get to know, and i'm leaving this saturday. last night i went out with a friend and a group of his friends, all 'mos but one really cute breeder who's either really secure or questioning like crazy, and we saw a movie then went back to my friend's place and hung out. it was awesome. great guys. and we have plans to go out again thursday night with more friends, both new and old, and i keep wondering why i didn't move to kansas city every couple weeks. it definitely has been and is looking to be a great last fling in columbia, but the pocketbook is starting to protest and i'm not sure where all the emotions have been flying. and i think i'm experiencing my first hangover. it's not bad, i just feel a little woozy. i hope this isn't a bad thing to say, but it really makes me appreciate my online friends more. not the hangover, all the other stuff. i get to keep you guys. =) kinda.
i missed yesterday again because i was out on the town, so it's another double dose of the 30-day challenge thingy today.
days eleven and twelve. share a story from your childhood and explain how you got one of your scars.
this kinda worked out. is it cheating if i kill two birds with one stone? i'll say not. i don't really have any great stories from my childhood. i lived in the pseudo-country growing up, with my brother and my cousins next door as playmates. and my books. my parents have a relatively large amount of land (22 acres -- nothing compared to a lot of country folk, but we're still city folk) so there were lots of opportunities to explore. hills and hawthorn thickets and three ponds and a crazy ravine system courtesy sugar creek gave us plenty to work with, so we'd go wild. when i was pretty young i had a cocker spaniel named sunny. he was a lot of fun. super nice, but unfortunately had a taste for chicken, which in the end was how he met his rather tragic end. one day when he was still a puppy (i might have been anywhere from 5-9?) we were visiting his momma down the road. my parents bought milk from her owners for a while (they do the regular grocery store thing now), but despite the dangers i really loved skimming the cream off the milk and making butter or ice cream or other fun things. anyway, once when we were visiting sunny's momma, sunny's momma's owner's daughter, samantha, who was a little older than my brother and i and occasionally babysat us, came out with sunny's momma and we were playing with her. i don't think sunny was present at the time. but somehow sunny's momma got between samantha and i and she somehow thought that i was threatening samantha, so she attacked me. it was quick, and i think she realized pretty quickly because she backed off, but she bit me just beneath my left pec. it wasn't a bad bite and i didn't really need stitches, but it did leave a kinda cool L-shaped scar on my upper abs/lower chest. only the vertical line is visible now, but i'm too white and my abs aren't where i want them to be in order to show it off.
and then i found $20?