Well, that was fun

Thank you for that list of annoyances that I THOUGHT were going to be related and then last minute were not. They were excellent and, surprisingly, I agree with all of them.

I do not have a list of annoyances because everything annoys me.

Uhh so yeah. The last few weeks have been hell and they will be hell for a few more. I had two 24 hour work weeks in a row and this week was only 17, but it was spread across three days at 5:30 in the morning. I have insomnia or some shit so I haven't been sleeping, so that sucked. See, normally, thats not too many hours. Bearable, right?

bearable

But, uh, as I mentioned once, I am going to school full time and have had not only homework galore, but a shit ton of essays due and BAM exams, too. On top of that, I have been working on all the club stuff so, honestly, work has felt like a huge waste of time. Rachel makes fun of me and says that my club stuff isn't going to help me in the long run, but I sincerely beg to differ.

Anyways. So, just to update everyone (Rachel) on club stuff, heres whats been going on!

I had my Improv Night. It was a success by my school's standards and I am currently working with my panel to make it even better. Lights, music, more games, less audience participation, stuff like that. We are having weekly practices on Wednesdays. Otherwise known as the shittiest day of my week.

thank you i will. from the tears on my fucking face you stupid fucking bear.

So, my Wednesday's go like this:
12:00 - FPAC Meeting
12:30 - Improv Meeting while trying to find a friend to go to the SGA meeting to represent FPAC and also another friend to represent A Capella or we get no funding for either clubs
1:30 - Duo/Forensics practice. While my improv panel is still in the room being obnoxious assholes and Natalie is still there from FPAC and John joins us because hes lonely. So, a lot of people. Who, if I leave, still follow me.
2:30 - Class until 5:30
6:00 - A Capella Meeting
7:00 - Staying with all kids that don't have rides home yet to make sure they get a ride home
7:30 - Taking all those lost kids home including Bekah sometimes.

So, not a horrible day. Except, we can't get the theatre at 6 on Wednesday's right now so I have to text everyone, all 18 people, last minute and tell them where the fuck we are meeting. Which is stressful because NO ONE FUCKING RESPONDS TO ANYTHING I SEND THEM TO SAY THEY GOT IT OR EVEN A SIMPLE ACKNOWLEDGMENT SO THEY GET PISSY WHEN I RESEND THIS SHIT LIKE JUST FUCKING TELL ME JESUS TITS

i am so happy

So, thats my Wednesdays. Every. Week.

Today I am baking for the FPAC bake sale at tomorrow's talent show. Next week I have a tournament on Friday and Saturday. The following week I have off, too, for the Halloween Party which I am working the craft table of and so that we can go trunk-or-treating at the Drive-In. Rachel, you should come with us! Hopefully by then we will have a truck.

So, on top of all that, I also need to do homework, plan Improv Night for November (which takes a surprising amount of work to get structured), work on booking A Capella concerts and drum up interest, work on my duo with Bekah, my speech on fake gamer girls and why its icky to think that way, and my SDI from Welcome to Night Vale along with taking care of this stupid kitten.

Oh.
OH.
I'M GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS KITTEN, OKAY?

THIS IS TUCKER. His eyes and face look much better than that, this is when he was still pretty sick.

I found Tucker outside of the gas station I work at. A lady approached me and said I looked like the only one that would care (turns out everyone cared, yes, but not enough to do anything about it) about this animal. He was blind and running around in traffic. So, I went outside, thinking it was the Feral Cats that attack me every morning when I pull in.

Well, halt the story for a second. They used to attack me. Now they meow happily and swarm my car. I walked out five hours later on Tuesday and there was a dead bird by my driver's side. I am terrified. Anyways.

So, hes running around and I click at him and he comes immediately to me. Happy, mewing, super excited someone is paying attention. Which is depressing because mom keeps reminding me that he is so friendly and comfortable around humans he probably kept approaching people for help and they ignored him.

So, my manager calls animal control and I stay out with this kitten. Customers bitch at me and tell me to make sure to wash my hands and to not touch "that disgusting animal". I tell them to fuck off. (not really).

Animal Control comes and I ask her straight out what will happen if he goes to a shelter. He has an upper respiratory infection and is most likely blind. He would be put down because of lack of funding and because the shelter is closed on Sundays, when I found him. I called my father and begged him to come get this kitten with the promise that I would find him a home in two weeks. He immediately says yes, probably because I am fucking crying because I am a big baby.

Dad and Mom (and Josh) come and get him, which was lucky because I ended staying at work an extra half-hour. My mom calls the vet and they tell us to put ointment in his eyes.

Well, mom books a vets appointment past the two week deadline. So, throughout this time, Tucker is exploring a lot. He climbs on my shoulder whenever I pick him up and for the first three days or so he sleeps most of the time. He won't eat anything except formula. Even then, it is in small amounts. And, he can't figure out litter pans, so he pees on the floor a lot. He also peed on my mother, but thats hilarious, so we forgave him.

We take him to the vet and the vet tells us that putting ointment in his eyes was actually wrong and we probably blinded him. Thanks, vet.

He sees a lot better now, though! He most likely will never regain full vision, so he is an indoor kitty. The vet prescribed something for the infection and something for his eyes. Tucker is doing much better! He is using the litter pans, especially my cat's litter pan, probably because he thinks Emma is his mama and smells her in it. He plays all the time! He still only eats formula, but has recently tried pasta because Albert is the only cat that tolerates him and shows him whats going on.

Alvin is jealous but nice to him, otherwise we yell and he gets pissy. He tried taking it out on Emma this morning. Walked up to her and smacked her in the face with no warning. She beat the shit out of him. Emma is terrified of Tucker, but thats okay. Tucker has his humans!

So, thats the Tucker story. He is a cutie and super sweet. He perches on your shoulder and really likes listening to Macklemore's Thrift Shop.

Thanks for listening!