Mum and Dad had put Brandy to rest today. She colicked and thrashed and they couldn't help her.

She was nearly 27,

I feel inexplicably sad.

BLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, Hell. I'm twenty two today.

I feel like my friends dropped the ball. I left it up to someone who said she would love to plan my birthday, but she just ... well, didn't. So here I am again, (sulking, I suppose,) because my birthday has been canceled due to lack of interest.(Hopefully, not literally canceled.) Laaaaaame.

I don't really care for this grown up stuff.

I am troubled by very strange taunting dreams as of late, and long for some semblance of reasoning and closure from them.

Also, Japanese, Creative Fiction, Indigenous Studio Arts and the Pre-History of BC make for a very interesting semester.

Skool starts monday!!!!! OH NOES!

It's happened.

I've gone Batshit Crazy.