Today, as I told my best friend, was a "good good good, TERRIBLE TERRIBLE" day.
The good came from an okay school day, and hanging out with my boyfriend, Rudy, and our friend Zach after school. We decided to be fatties and get McDonald's, and then they took me to Gullivers Bookstore to spend my $100 gift card that had been a birthday present from my grandparents. They waited patiently, playing with toys and trying on silly animal hats while I looked at books. Then helped me carry the huge stack around while I chose my last few books. I was determined to spend all $100 in order to get a free tote bag, pretty nerdy, right? My boy even ran out to the truck to get my wallet, carried my books, handed the money to the cashier, and asked for the tote bag. He's a sweetheart. We all drove to my house then, and I got dropped off so Zach could go help Rudy with his secret one year anniversary plans. I'm excited, but nervous. I have no clue as to what that crazy kid is planning, except that Zach is involved. That definitely means trouble. Maybe the band..who knows.
The bad part of my day.. It wasn't just normal bad, it was an unusually depressing bad.. My friend, Brookie Cookie, who I grew up with, has a sweet little brother who has been in the hospital for two nights. Apparently he can't move his legs, and is in pain.. No child deserves that.. The doctors can't seem to figure out what's causing his symptoms, and I've been asking my friends to pray for him and the family.. Please do. The second TERRIBLE stands for what happened while my family was cleaning the vet office in North Pole. My brother and I were cleaning in the kennel, and then I heard my mom yelling so I went to see what was going on. She was saying, "Is that you guys knocking?" I told her no, then I heard the knocking too. We looked down the hall and there was a man at the front door, he looked really worried. Mom went to talk to him through the glass, and told him that we couldn't let him and that we were just cleaning. His dog had been hit and you could tell he was so..torn up, ya know? It was so sad.. Mom called the people who own the clinic and got the number of the night time clinic or something. I guess they're driving there. Mom said she could see the dog wrapped in a towel sitting in a woman's lap and it wasn't moving.. Sorry, anyways, I just hope it all works out. We're going down my driveway right now, so I'm going to go crash I guess. I'll sleep off the bad day.
The good came from an okay school day, and hanging out with my boyfriend, Rudy, and our friend Zach after school. We decided to be fatties and get McDonald's, and then they took me to Gullivers Bookstore to spend my $100 gift card that had been a birthday present from my grandparents. They waited patiently, playing with toys and trying on silly animal hats while I looked at books. Then helped me carry the huge stack around while I chose my last few books. I was determined to spend all $100 in order to get a free tote bag, pretty nerdy, right? My boy even ran out to the truck to get my wallet, carried my books, handed the money to the cashier, and asked for the tote bag. He's a sweetheart. We all drove to my house then, and I got dropped off so Zach could go help Rudy with his secret one year anniversary plans. I'm excited, but nervous. I have no clue as to what that crazy kid is planning, except that Zach is involved. That definitely means trouble. Maybe the band..who knows.
The bad part of my day.. It wasn't just normal bad, it was an unusually depressing bad.. My friend, Brookie Cookie, who I grew up with, has a sweet little brother who has been in the hospital for two nights. Apparently he can't move his legs, and is in pain.. No child deserves that.. The doctors can't seem to figure out what's causing his symptoms, and I've been asking my friends to pray for him and the family.. Please do. The second TERRIBLE stands for what happened while my family was cleaning the vet office in North Pole. My brother and I were cleaning in the kennel, and then I heard my mom yelling so I went to see what was going on. She was saying, "Is that you guys knocking?" I told her no, then I heard the knocking too. We looked down the hall and there was a man at the front door, he looked really worried. Mom went to talk to him through the glass, and told him that we couldn't let him and that we were just cleaning. His dog had been hit and you could tell he was so..torn up, ya know? It was so sad.. Mom called the people who own the clinic and got the number of the night time clinic or something. I guess they're driving there. Mom said she could see the dog wrapped in a towel sitting in a woman's lap and it wasn't moving.. Sorry, anyways, I just hope it all works out. We're going down my driveway right now, so I'm going to go crash I guess. I'll sleep off the bad day.
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