You think he would understand by now. You don’t chew the USB cables, you don’t chew the books, you don’t chew the hair, you don’t chew the laptop, you don’t chew the feet, you don’t chew the Glade Plug-In, you chew the boxes and the nice soft cord thing we got you at Wal-Mart. HE is Ares, a 3-month old chocolate lab. We DID have an 8-week old yellow lab named Atlas, but unfortunately he was the runt, and therefore could not resist the evil Parvo that eventually killed him. tear I have pictures of both of them, but I keep forgetting to get my picture-loader-upper thing.
Anyhoo, Atlas, although very small and sickly, had intelligence in his eyes. Ares does not. His eyes are just a little bit too close together and he’s not the brightest, but he’s a good dog. I feel safe leaving David in his protection. 🙂
While I’m on this subject, let me clarify something for future reference. From now on in the virtual land and the real one, my brother shall be known as Dave and David is, well, David. Because that’s just too weird. I will never call David “Dave” and from now on I won’t call my brother “David.” Clear? Super.
It is now Monday and I have less than a week before I leave. I refuse to face my fear except for the darkest hours of the night right before I go to sleep, I can’t seem to control it. Meanwhile though, I can feel the terror growing in the back of my mind and I can totally see it building up until the moment I set foot in the airport, where I will then have a panic attack to end all panic attacks and hug my mother’s leg screaming. Future airplane seat neighbor, be warned: I will be in the fetal position for most of the flight. I might sit up for the peanuts. Those are damn good peanuts. Although I heard that most airlines don’t do that anymore. It was supposedly a rarity when I got some a few years ago on my first flight which was a Southwest plane (duct tape on the seats). Well, if I never have them again, I’m glad I could say I had airline peanuts once. checks off #179 on life to-do list
No, seriously, I really need to go home and start packing, but I’m scared to. As if packing would make it seem too real. And then I have to furiously stuff my suitcases full of dirty clothes and sheets at 3:30 in the morning next Sunday. And I’ll probably forget all of my underwear, cause I’m bad about that. I always forget something important whilst packing, either underwear or something to sleep in or something to wear on the bottom half of my body or deoderant or my toothbrush or socks. In that order of forgetfulness.
I probably will go home and pack here in a minute, because I have to get Ares used to people not being around him for several hours (he’s a big whiner). I’m probably going to cry when I take my posters down. I had a really ingenious plan. I was going to put all my posters in one of those poster rolls (I have a bajillion from Carmike) and mail them to myself, but at this point I realize that I won’t know my address or who my roommate is until I get there so I might just take them with me. I bet the poster roll will fit in my suitcase. That is kind of annoying though, because I was hoping I could contact my roomie to figure out exactly what I needed to bring. (I hope she lives locally and she has everything already… I am so poor.) Plus, there’s some committee that’s supposed to ask for the NSU catalog so they can evaluate all my classes to give me credit, and they haven’t done that yet either. Surely they won’t do it at registration… I hope it’s not some big mess. Arg. And I am NOT taking any math classes again. No way.
I am pretty excited though. New people! New surroundings! New weather! Hopefully it won’t be as humid, although the last few days it hasn’t been too bad. I’m hoping I leave before the heat comes back, because it always does. And I know that I am SO coming back tan. Mahaha… since the Hawai’ian sun is so much stronger, I figure the daily thirty minutes or so I spend walking to class will be just enough to tan and not burn. The tables will be turned… you will all be pasty from winter and I will be dark and exotic… and probably freezing. And probably not exotic, really. But changed. Definetely changed.
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