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Soooo, it's been awhile to all who actually read my crap updates. Lemme see what I have to offer in terms of life stories.
First of all, I should mention that my third term grades came back, and for once this year I can say I'm really proud of myself! Straight A's, whoooo!
I retook my semester long trigonometry class since I got a D the first time around. For whatever reason it just clicked. Probably because I was a lot less intimidated around my classmates the second time I took it (since there weren't as many juniors and seniors.)
Additionally I got an A in my final term of AP U.S history (just barely) whereas for the past two terms I've been getting B's. My teacher even emailed my mom, and when she found out she freaked out! In a good way, of course. I had really been letting my GPA slip, but now I know I can handle these tougher classes. So I'm prepared for whatever's coming next!
For spring break my family and I all took a trip to Florida! I know, I know, I'm super privileged right? But unlike most people, I didn't brag about it to anyone. My friends only found out from pictures my mom posted on Facebook. The only person who I told about it was my (yay!!!) boyfriend, because well, we talk all the time and it would be weird if I disappeared without saying anything.
Hehe, but anywayyyy, I'm getting off topic.
We visited Animal Kingdom, Hollywood Studios, and Magic Kingdom. My little brother and sister loooooved Magic Kingdom of course! Especially my sister, who's dreams practically came true when she met Princess Elena. I got a cute pair of Minnie ears there, which was awesome. But I think my favorite place was Hollywood Studios. It was like, a fantasy being surrounded by star wars characters and seeing storm troopers march down the center aisle just inches away.
And let's not even talk about my inner fan girl when I got to meet "Kylo Ren." Of course I knew it wasn't real but... his voice was sooo accurate I was in shock. He was all like, "You can have unlimited power..."
Outer me was like: *Awkward foot shuffling* Uhhhh, yeah.
Inner me was like: HELL YEAH I CAN!! Vrrrrr Vrrrrr *Imaginary light saber fight* Pew pew pew *Drone screams*
Alright, I'm done being an excitable four year old. Disney world was a dream come true. It was my first time going there. At least the first time that I can remember, because apparently I went once when I was really little.
Now that I'm older I got to experience the fun stuff, like the Rock 'N Rollercoaster and The Tower of Terror and similarly thrilling rides, while also getting to relive childhood by appreciating the rides and characters set out for younger audiences.
On our fourth day there we went to Cocoa Beach, and on the fifth day I bought a couple of souvenirs for the Novio. (Which he better god damn appreciate, because they were expensive and I paid with my babysitting money. XD)
It was just really ironic, because after being in the happiest place in the world for five days, we returned home to find our cat dead. Today.
Yeah.
Some great welcome back, huh?
The little kids had been bothering us about seeing her all throughout the one day ride. We opened the door to our house, and it just didn't smell right. We didn't think she was dead, but we thought maybe she hadn't used the litter box while we were gone.
My little sister found her first. She started petting the cat to wake her up, and my brother was jumping around like the little hyper spazz he is. I was kind of like unloading my stuff in the dining room, so I didn't notice anything at first.
My step dad was the one to pull the kids away once he noticed that she was unnaturally still. He was like, "Shit... Jenna. I think Staccato is..." I thought he was messing with me since it's the day after April Fools. So I rolled my eyes at him and walked into the living room. Sure enough, her fur was just starting to get cold.
Damn, I think that was the second hardest I've ever cried in my life.
I was the one to bury her. She was my cat and therefore I felt it was my responsibility to take care of her until the very end. I dug the grave, my mom wrapped her up in one of my old blankets with a toy mouse and a card my little sister drew that said "We'll miss you."
My mom thinks she died in her sleep. There's no way to know for sure, but we took good care of her. She lived for fourteen years. This is a picture of my chubby baby while she was still alive.
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God, I'm going to miss this ball of sass. She was always meowing about something with an unbelievable amount of attitude. (Doesn't she just look like she's judging me in that pic?)
But she was also the perfect companion. She treated the kids like they were her own, and was patient with them even when they weren't the most gentle angels. She didn't hiss often, she never bit anyone, and despite her large and lazy appearance, she was a natural huntress. Whenever I was upset, she always seemed to sense it. She'd come to my room and purr while laying on my pillow, and then she'd leave maybe twenty minutes after I calmed down.
It's going to suck living life without her, but we're all trying to stay positive. My mom wants to get a new kitten, but I don't want to replace a cat who's been with me my entire life. It's almost like, I need Staccato or no cat. Ya feel me?
