Jan 25, 2012

Not that anyone who actually cares about this issue will ever see this post, but I really don't find anything wrong about what Sydney said. It was her opinion, she clearly has her own idea about Rachel's character, and she's absolutely right that just having cancer doesn't make someone a hero or special in anyway. A lot of people get cancer and it's very unfortunate, and she even addressed that at the end. She's not bashing everyone who's ever been ill, she's merely saying that this one girl, irrelevant of her cancer, may not be very nice.

Everyone dies eventually. Some quicker than others. Rachel may not have long left, and I applaud her for taking advantage of the situation, and at the very least being honest about how she feels towards everyone. I also applaud Sydney for being honest right back. We go through life with all of our relationships hinging on niceties and false compliments when we would all benefit much more on honest communication.

With that said, I think everyone else in this situation should be ashamed for even involving themselves where they don't belong. This was a matter between Sydney and Rachel, and it's not for anyone else to sort out. If anything, they should learn a lesson from all of this and try to look at things from a different perspective.



Here's the link to Sydney's offending post for anyone who still doesn't know:
http://spblogpost.tumblr.com/

Jan 15, 2012

So a quick update:
Minx and Othello have been adopted, which is fantastic and a little sad, because they will always be my bunnies but they can't stay in a shelter forever while I try and get my life together. Now I don't have to worry about them, and if I want to adopt a new bunny down here in Florida I can do it guilt-free.

Jasmine has a new home and she loves it there and they love her just as much as we did. I miss my big puppy a whole lot, but again I'm happy because she is in a good place, probably being taken care of better than we ever did.

The only problem now is that I only have Finn left to fill that space in my heart for fluffy animals, and he is not a very cuddly thing. He's very cute, but very grumpy and it's hard to cuddle and pet and play with a spiky hedgehog. So I very desperately want a new pet. I wanted to go with my mom and pick out a new little dog that we could take to my grandma's house when they eventually move in. My mom said she'd wait until I came back for the summer so we could all go and pick out a dog. Although probably that won't be true and she and Gary will go one day and look and find one that they want.

So that's the animal situation. When Carl and I got back from Michigan I still had a week before school started and since I don't want to keep going with the awful Phonathon job, I was going to look for a new job. However, in the mail the next day I got a card from Centerplate asking me if I wanted to work at Tropicana again for the Rays, which of course is yes. I put in a few applications to other places around my house too just in case, but it will be really cool to work for the stadium again. I'm a little more flexible this semester to work the games, but I'm worried about the spring training games which are during the day, and also during my classes. We'll see how it turns out I suppose, but I really hope it works out because I got a lot of money from just one night last season. Basically as much as I'm making in one week at the Phonathon in one night.

Speaking of money from jobs... although I set it up three weeks before the fall semester even ended, my paychecks still weren't being mailed straight to my house, which I had expected them to. I wanted them to be waiting for me when I got back from Michigan so I wouldn't live through the week before school started again on $40. Alas, that's not how my life works out. However, in some surprise good news, the direct deposit that I also set up has started working so I have at least one paycheck, and I can survive until I get to school to get the rest.

Also at school I have to figure out what happened to my money from selling back my textbooks! It mysteriously is not in my account or in my financial aid record.


There's some more things too but I forgot what I wanted to say and let it be known that it is mostly along the lines of Carl and I needing to find an apartment.