Retro, baby, tis the season

I actually wanted the first week back from camp to be a relaxing one, but its actually turning out to be a busy one. I went shopping yesterday, tonight I'm going to the movies, tomorrow I'm getting my new phone (hopefully), and Wednesday I'm carpooling up to band camp. Thursday I plan on going through my stuff at my Dads house; deciding what will stay and what will go. Busy busy.

I'm totally re-vamping my room. I've noticed my style has changed to something that's not quite punk but not quite retro. It's fun to wear and you don't get stereotyped as much...and I got whistled at today. Yeah, baby! And I'm boarder line obsessed with anything styled like a cassette tape, not to mention my purse attracts attention where ever I go. I spent about ten minutes in Claires yesterday talking about it with the cashier ladies. Needless to say I bought new ear rings. Almost bought new shoes but if I'm uncertain then I know I'm not ready for new ones (even though my feet are).

Rocky is officially gone. I'm pretty sure the neighbors have him. The ones that moved last week were the ones that always took them. And Seniors being anal about Alaina starting to spray, and my mom says that if Queenie does it again then she is going to the pound. Now, I don't mind getting rid of Queenie (though she is being nice to me) but why do we have to take her to the pound? Animals DIE there people! It's kinda unfair that we get rid of Alaina on a whim when Queenies been spraying for over a year now. At least Alaina uses the litter box and is friendly with kids, also she likes everyone. It'll only be a matter of time before Buddah is threatened to. I knew there was a reason I liked male cats better...wait, they're the ones who are supposed to be spraying, not the females. Oh what a screwed up world we all live in.

I had an odd dream last night, so well thought out...locker number 844...gotta remember to stay away from that one...