The Chicken

My throat hates me. My voice is gone. I don't know if it is Pharangitis (however you spell that) or laryngitis (can't spell that either) or maybe just a bad cold combined with yelling on the rollercoasters yesterday, but whatever it is, it got me good.

I've been feeling really lonely. And mad at the world. I just finished my prescription of those meds I was talking about earlier, so I now know for sure that it wasn't the drug's fault. Well, not all the drug's fault. Maybe that time of month is coming on. I hate being Moses (inside joke).

Today I went to my Grammy's house with my family. She has been very lonely as well. A chicken has kept getting into her yard, and just walks around in it all day. She thinks of it as her special pet. She loves that silly chicken so much.

When we got to her house, she was convinced that my dogs and the chicken could stay in the same yard, and possibly even be friends. I shouldn't have went ahead and put the dogs in there. It was the worse idea ever.

Jesse didn't notice the chicken at first, but when he did he started chasing it. In about ten seconds he had that chicken's neck in his mouth, grey feathers flying everywhere. My Grammy was yelling and the chicken was squawking and my dad was chasing the pair of animals, smacking the dog with a rolled up newspaper.

And there I was. Standing there, helpless to the drama unfolding out in the yard. I tried to call the dogs inside, but my voice had retreated to the farthest corner of my voice-box, never to come out again. Sigh...

The chicken was okay, physically. Maybe not emotionally, if chickens have emotions. Poor thing. I hope it's stupid enough to come back to my Grammy's yard and keep her company. I worry about my Grammy.

This next week is going to be busy, and most likely "Hell on Earth". I'm going to miss almost all my classes. And for what? So I can go visit a college. So I can go to a volleyball tournament. Both being excellent oppurtunities to brighten my future. What future...

AGH!!! I need to get out of this mind-set! Geez!! I'm so dependent on other people. And the worst part? I can't even talk to people. I'm dependent on people, but I can't talk to them. What's wrong with this picture? Haha, this entry is more stupid than normal. Shocking.

The sarcasm, the lonliness, the "something-gitis" in my throat. I hope it kills me.

I should go now. Goodnight world.