First week is always the hardest to conquer, especially after a break of somesort.

It's almost the end of week one, and I have no regrets so far. My teachers seem decent and so do the courses. It'll be exciting to actually dive into projects, especially in photoshop and photo 10. Maybe I'll even blend the two. :) French will prove to be the challenge of the semester, while Math comes in a close second, only because it covers such a wide spectrum, being that it is a refresher course. A friend of mine asked me how I thought I'd do this semester and I said I'd like to get good grades, and that is my plan. It's true.

Theme of a lifetime.

Thanks to Ashlee, I have a theme for my life..

"You can get anywhere if you simply go one step at a time."

A forward.

I received this in an email from my Aunt,
I found it very true and I thought I would share. Enjoy.


As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.


Don't be afraid that your life will end,
be afraid that it will never begin.

CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am.
Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow…….but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.........




(Something my friend posted! Very funny..)