(I always find it funny when soemone replies to a journal of mine because it's like "What... you actualy read all that?" lol)

-True Journal entry here-
Ok, so, first of all, I have been pretty depressed just about this whole year, haven’t had the will to draw much of anything. Although… I did happen to catch a glimpse of some steam punk jewelry on the front DA page one day, and so I got really sucked into that fad, and I had some fun making my first Steampunk necklace I think it came out… hmmm… all right I suppose for my very first try, I guess it could have been worse. Personally I’m actually a bit disappointed with how it came out, though I’m not entirely sure why, I know it partly has to do with how ugly it looks from the back. Oh and I turn 20 years of age this month, Nov. 28, woopty-do. I wanna make sure I go to school on my birthday, even though it's on saturday, because I really hate family, even though I don't ever show that I hate them, because that just makes life even more complicated and makes them even harder to deal with so I toss my paranet's a hallow "I love you" once ina whiel to shut them the fuck up. And I hate them because of how they don't respect me, but ask me to respect them. Except my sister, shes cool, we can keep secret's from our parents and she's 5 years younger than me, but she did just get a boyfriend, and I hate him... a-lot, and my sister is really stupid sometimes, she practically wants to live at his house, the moron, plus he all ready dumped her once, and she cry'd for a couple days about that untill he came crawling back to her. She's just a moron when it comes to dating, plus she's obsessed with the guy, and all ready ran away once, fucking idiots, both of them. But I still love my sister, and if anything happenes to her I'm going to kill the fucker that crosses her.

I do have like five or so drawings that I need to finish, in Photoshop, they just need to be colored and shaded. So, I might get those finished before the year is over, or at least that’s my goal. I wish I could get a pet, like cat or a dog, but something just as lazy as me, so probably an indoor kitty, heh. But that’s not gonna happen while I’m living in my parents has, commuting to college, because my parents are, mind-blowingly retarded when it comes to pets. I mean the neglect my sister’s current dog has had to endure, and the suffering it goes through is… it’s just mind boggling that my family could be SO stupid, but I’m gonna share with you my dog’s story if you feel like reading, if you don’t then w/e don't.
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-My sister’s dog’s sad-sad story-
Ok the reason we got a dog, was because when my sister was about 9 she cry’s in the car asking for a dog, so my parents took all of us to a pound and we got a puppy (I really don’t know why they brought me). So we got the dog and my sister named it “Sheba” it’s a girl. It was kept inside the house, as a puppy, until my mom got tired of seeing the scratches on our wood floor where the dog was kept, so it was later moved into the garage. Bare in mind, we had only a small section of wood floor in the house, everything else was carpet. So I have an uncle (My father’s brother) who is quite literally somewhat mentally challenged, but I never called him that, to me, he was a fucking retard who took up space, and should’ve died, he liked to give the dog chocolate, when no one was looking, even though everyone bitched him out about it, and told him not to. So, the dog has never had any shots, was fed chocolate, and has seizures every couple of days. Recently I took it upon my self to finally bring the poor thing to the vet because I just noticed it was limping one day, her back left leg was off the ground and she was walking on the other three. My father hates spending money his idea of having a dog is “feed it, play with it when you feel like it, then throw it away when it dies” end of story. My mom is more like “aww the poor puppy, I hope it gets better, but I’m still not going to do anything about it” and that’s pretty much how my sister is too, but she wishes she could do more. Anyway took, the dog to the vet, and we basically got these options, do some X-rays, and fix the dog’s leg wish surgery, put the dog down, or keep it alive on pain meds for a little longer. And I was really surprised that my mom started crying at the thought of putting the dog down… AFTER she had just bitched me out for spending the money to take it to the vet without talking to anyone about it, sucha dumb bitch, I swear. So I asked the questions, is my dog going to be in ANY pain what so ever if it’s on the pain medication, and the vet assured me that the dog would not suffer at all on this medication and to keep her from running a lot, and feed her less, because she needed to lose some weight. And that’s the story of my poor dog’s life.

I swear to god I‘m going protest this family ever getting any other pet, otherwise I will NOT let my family do this to another dog, I’m warning them now, if they get another dog, they can bitch me out all they want, I’ll spend the money to get all the shots, tests, check ups, etc, etc to keep the thing healthy. That’s why when I was young I’d say “I want a pet, like a dog or cat, but I don’t wanna do the work to take care of it, so screw it” and I never asked or fucking “cry’s” for a damn pet. My parents are so fucking stupid, it’s like when they told me when I was little “If you have a fever, your suppose to wrap up in as many blankets as possible, and get hotter to sweat out all the toxins from the flu” they are so, fucking stupid sometimes it would blow your mind, I swear. But they’re foreign anyway, my mom is Portuguese my dad is white but born and raised in Africa and he’s a totally racist though I do agree with him on a few things. Like for example why do we call black ppl… that were born in America… African Americans? I think they should just be called americans, if your born somewhere, your THAT. My dad is white but he’s more African than most black ppl, because well… for one little thing… HE’S ACTUALY BEEN THERE.

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Kinda got too rant-y there but oh well, my journal, lmao.