July, 3. 2008
Dear Diary, today I will show you some pictures.
That's my mom, she came back from her 'trip' to Sweden last Monday.
She had fun, she said my Uncle is getting a little better. Sounds just like every year, doctors give him one week to live and then he gets better all of a sudden.
My mom said Sweden was wonderful, she's trying to convince me to go but,.. meh. I'd die without mah computer.
I thought this picture was funny. Blonde looks good on you, mum.
this is my aunt
Poor thing, all she does is take care of my uncle without anyone's help. she and my mom have a very tight bond. She's really all the family we have in Europe =[
This is another picture of my mom;
Looks gorgeous. I love nature. But dang, it does not look hot enough to stick your feet in the water/
She whined a lot the day she got back. but now it's all better. The food... is definitely better.
We watched the BSG miniseries and liked it a lot. Now we have another show to watch since we finished Lost Season 4.
and I helped her put new wallpaper on the wall yesterday for like two hours. It was good helping my mom, which I normally don't do <<
Therapy was extremely boring. But i'm off the hook for Six weeks, whoo! I don't think I want to go back anyway.
Driving Exam didn't go very well =O
I had like a nervous breakdown or something. I could barely feel my feet. Ah well, I suck at exams. Hopefully it will go better next time.
And yesterday, when I was about to give my Cats some food I thought I saw a dead bird on the ground. Which isn't new, cause our cat Darla always brings back dead animals to the house (usually headless, but this one wasn't so that was new).
So I went to grab the birdie to throw it in the trash and all of a sudden it jumped =O
Holy crap. The poor thing was still alive, but it could barely stand. It was so sad.
I grabbed it pretty easily and made my mom call the Animal Ambulance.
Poor thing was terrified. My mom gave him some water and I tried to dry his wounds. They weren't even that big, but he did bleed too much.
I held him for like 30 minutes. Thing kept gasping for air. But eventually he started moving less and then he died.
It was sad, but at the same time it was,,, beautiful?
I could almost feel the presence of death there. It's hard to explain.
When Tidus was put to sleep, I got to hold him after he was dead. I saw him die and all, but this was so much more... haunting? not sure if that is the right word.
I mean, he died in my hands. Woah, it's something that will always stay with me I guess.
It made me think about life and death. But I don't want to bore you with my lameass thoughts, Diary.
I decided to give the Birdie a proper burrial. We usually just throw away the dead animals Darla (and Tidus) brought back. But this was different... I felt love for the thing. So I buried it next to Stuart.
so yeah, and I dreamed about a cat dying in my sleep. Nice, all this death.
That's all I have to say for now. Bye.