It's Friday, thank god.
It's my dad's weekend, so he's picking us up later tonight. Rj told me he wants me to force him to talk to him, and to not let him talk me out of it. I don't know if I have the heart to do that.
Tomorrow is C2E2, and I'm pumped for that.
I also have to ask my dad if I can get a rat.
A few months ago I bought three albino feeder mice and kept them as pets.
Named them Cashew, Spidey, and Porter.
Cashew was found dead on Thanksgiving morning.
Spidey was found dead January 12th.
Porter just died, yesterday.
I'm gonna miss having them and holding them, letting them crawl all over me. Porters favorite spot was the little pocket my tank top makes around my cleavage. She would crawl down in between, and peak her head out every once in a while. It was cute asf.
Cashew always managed to get on my head somehow, whether it was climbing up my hoodie or pulling himself up my ponytail. He would just sit there, like it was no big deal. Sometimes he'd fall asleep and start to roll to a side.
Spidey, oh, spidey. His favorite spots were my shoulders and neck area. He dominated there. He would always crawl there, no matter where you put him. Just hang out on my shoulder. His name was Spidey for a reason, let me tell you.
Countless times I'd wake up in the middle of the night to metal clanking noises, which was him crawling upside down on the lid of their cage. There was nothing tall for him to climb on, or reach the lid, nope. This tricky mouse would jump a good 8+ inches and grab on to the lid.
They all died peacefully, in what looked like their sleep.
I loved having them, they were the first pets I can remember having and taking care of myself besides my dogs. (Apparently, according to my mother, I had birds, turtles, hamsters, bunnies, and I'd keep the toads I'd find in the yard.) I remember the hamsters, but also that I wasn't allowed to mess with them.
The only problem with my babies was that they were small, and easily lost sometimes. Porter tried walking right off my bed once, and I thought she was in my shirt still.
When we went for food about two weeks ago, I saw the rats and I fell in love. They're just like my babies, only bigger. They're also the cleanest pets.
At that time, my mom said no because of Porter, but, Porter is gone, and if I ask my dad he'll take me this weekend.
Is it bad of me to want another pet so soon after?
That fragment, "because of Porter, but, Porter is gone," seems kind of rude and selfishish?
Does that make sense?
Anyways, I also got a call for a job interview. My interview is Monday after school and I'm a little nervous, to say the least. It's at a big local amphitheater. Warped is held there.
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