People people people...

Man alive. I just finished reading some posts on one of frequented message boards, and I realize that I'm not the only one who says stuff and then people leap all over it and distort it and argue it when what I said was merely meant to be an observation. Sometimes, the stupidity of the human mind can amaze me. Are we naturally defensive creatures? From my short time on earth, it is my observation that humans can be very selfish in nature. I think that the defensive thing stems from the selfish nature of some humans that don't have it conditioned out of them. For instance, using myself as an example, I am a firm believer in Altruism. I believe people should do good things without thought of reward because it's the right thing to do. Therefore, when I see an injustice, I go to correct it as best I can. Some people may make a half-assed attempt at rectifying the injustice while others go right on by not even thinking "oh that sucks for them." Now that being said, if person A told person B who went right on by that it was wrong to leave that person lying on the floor writhing in pain a jackass- then person B would throw a fit and say how they were being picked on unjustifiably and make some irrelevant rant as to how person A is immature. Person B is the same person who is so selfish that not only do they not care about others, but they get defensive when their actions are mentioned or observed. Person B makes zombies look tolerable. At least a zombie knows that they want to eat the flesh off a human and they don't fight the fact that we uninfected need to kill them. No, they just try to eat our flesh as well. ...Which in a weird sense it could be argued that they are like person B, attacking us because they think we're attacking them. *Sigh* I've come to realize that this world wouldn't become any better even if there were zombies crawling 'round trying to suck the brains out of our contorted living bodies. Or are the human masses just really zombies in a living state? Brainless- they wear what they are told is fashionable, eat what they are told is appealing, and listen to music that is played over and over again with annoying hooks. There are varying levels of zombienism, at least I believe so anyway. We have the office yuppie zombie, the redneck zombie, even school zombies. I figure it's only legal to attack the undead kind of zombie though, so I guess I'm waiting until the apocalypse when I can unleash years of repressed rage at the stupidity and cruelness of people upon the undead masses. I need to go play some video games, I done got myself worked up. Keep your eyes out for zombies. They're your neighbors, cousins, boyfriends and girlfriends... Maybe even I'm a zombie...Naw that's impossible. I'm too awesome to be a zombie. Today's moral lesson? Be nicer to your fellow man and if you see a zombie chomping down on someone, save 'em and take the zombie out, then head on to work or where ever your feet may take you. Later guys!

My silly little girls

So I was wondering why the girl's cage smelt so freaking funny and I found out why when I decided today would be a good day to give their cage that overall cleaning that I need to do every week instead of every other week. ...They've been using the igloo as a bathroom. I was so disgusted, but it's all clean now. I gave them baths and they're clean now. I also took the igloo out and put another litter box in their cage. They now have two and Eva got a little pissy so she flung litter all over the bottom of the cage. The funny thing is, when I went to get all their bedding and fun tunnels out of the bottom, I find all this food. They had been hoarding food. I think it's for winter, of course ferrets are known for hoarding things. Moving along, school sucks ass. I hate everyone (except for the cool people that don't piss me off) in one of my classes. I got the gall (funny since I don't have one anymore, lol) to send an e-mail to them all because they're always so rude to the professor. Yea, I probably could have done what I did in a better manner, but I stick by what I said and luckily of the 6 people that sent me responses (which I didn't read because I knew they were negative), I got 6 other people that were all like "I agree with you and got your back." So it worked out. Thankfully, I think it's going to blow over and hopefully they'll forget what I said but change their behaviour in class. Bleh, I'm just rambling away, sorry. Friday, I got a midterm and today I went to a JET presentation. I think I really want to do it. My butt is going to Japan. Especially if they pay me to go and then pay me to teach and be the awesome person I am, lol. Okay I really am just trying to think of things to say so I'm gonna get crackin' on some paperwork for school and this second job I want. Good night guys!

...bring the fire...

I'm trying my best to be inspired. To be motivated. To do something that will benefit me. To do something that will make me happy and ease the gnawing hunger of desire to do something productive. My mind is swimming with electricity and I wonder when it'll pay off, when thinking so much will produce something wonderful. I sat in a club meeting today and thought, "Why not start my own club?" I won't because I'm too lazy. Or is it because I'm afraid of failure? With a little force, I made myself sit down and sketch out the rest of my t-shirt design for the Japanese club on campus. Will they like? Who knows. Will they use it? Probably not because I'm not as an amazing artist as everyone tells me. Everyone always tells me something that I seriously doubt...but they wouldn't go out of their way to say something nice so maybe there's something there. Some fuel to bring the fire of the muses into my mind to do something creative. To do something to make everyone glance twice. Can I do it? I don't have any delusions of grandeur, for I know that I'm not someone amazingly brilliant. My IQ is 195, doesn't matter because what's that supposed to prove to anyone? I scored high on an aptitude test for the government, am I going to become an agent of a capitalist government who'd rather jump ship than save the other passengers? No, but I'm not intelligent enough to gather a group or lead a group of people to make changes. I don't want to be great, but I want to do something beneficial to me and my future generations to come. It's scary to think about the things that I could do, but neglect to do. Should I try harder to stoke the fire of revolution within myself? Can I change for the better? I want this don't I? Hell yeah. I want to be someone that others recognize more than anything. I don't have to be great, but I want that acknowledgment. I don't know how, but I will do something that others will see. ...I just hope that when that fire burns, the fuel won't run out. The fire will passionately consume me and urge me forth into an unknown future. Others have great expectations of me, should I have them as well? Fine, I'll bring the fire to ignite my soul into action and come alive instead of just living everyday day to day. I'll use it to live instead of just existing and drifting along lifelessly in this cesspool of life. It's going to happen, I just need to work harder...who knows, maybe I will. Torch in hand, here I go.

meh...

It's really cool to think, here I am sitting with my wireless laptop in class, looking cool like everyone else... Awesome. Of course the laptop adds 10lbs to the already 30lbs I've got strapped to my back in addition to my own weight. So, that all equals to Kendora being tired. I finally got the nerve to e-mail the agent guy and he was like 'oh it's still under review' which I suppose could be a good thing if I stop and look at it. Work's been hectic lately and it's not even Christmas time! We had these stupid $25 coupons and it was pretty much a fail at life and sales. People don't seem to understand that coupons- ALL OF THEM, have restrictions and valid dates that they are usable for. But thank goodness I have fun people to work with, or I'd lose my mind...more so than I already have. I've been bogged down with school work this semester and I'm amazed at this sudden ability I have to balance work and school work together. There's actually a take home test I should be working on, but I decided to look uber cool and write in my blog. Maybe I'll go to a Starbucks and look even cooler. You know, because I am a writer and I need to do what all other college student writers do and go to Starbucks so that EVERYONE can see me writing, lol. Actually, I came up with a pretty good idea for a short story that I need to write and enter into a contest. Meh...maybe I will, maybe I won't. I think it's something that hasn't been done before. I need to go ahead and help Steph study for Japanese. I am the Japanese assistant after all...along with like three other people. But I digress...It's time for Modern China and I need to help Steph secretly study for Japanese later. So, I'll talk to you guys later!!

gimme some cookies and milk...

Rough rough month this time around guys. I need some cookies and milk to relax and make it all better. First my wonderful furry son, Copper passed away from something that is still unknown and may never be known. I haven't heard from the agent about my book (not surprised but everyone else is depressed about it and bringing me down), school's rough...just tons of crap. At least I got to be in my own little world tonight at work. I had to hard-mark (ticket price things with a tagging gun) and I just let my mind wander while I went on auto-pilot. My ferrets are doing good, and Eva... You'd never know she was sickly and scrawny as a baby. She's energetic, frolicks with her big sister Alice and gives kisses! Still a little on the skinny side though. Alice is my chunky one who just hangs out. They cuddle and groom each other and scurrying about playing with each other. It warms my heart and it makes the pain of Copper missing go away just a bit. They need me and I need them. Mom and Becca got a new dog. He's the silliest thing. A dachshund, but not a normal red one or black one. His type is known as a piebald, which means he looks like a beagle or basset hound. In other words, he has spots. Look it up! We named him Grover, but I honestly didn't think it's a good time to get a new puppy. It's not fair to Copper's memory or the new puppy, but very slowly I am coming to liking him. I mean, he's going to have it rough having to live up to the awesomeness of Copper. Weeeeell, I need to get some rest for the day ahead of me tomorrow. G'night guys!!

for real...

So like, the crappiest two weeks ever. My dog died, I got a sore throat, we lost power, tree limbs all over, and just tons of other things. But I can still giggle about it all. Yea...that's it for today. Later Guys.

Here comes EVA

Poor little Alice had been acting weird lately. She would play if I made her play and then she would just sort of scoot onto her belly and lay flat. I took her little sighs as sighs of frustration and loneliness. Feeling pangs of guilt for not having bought two ferrets at once, I reluctantly asked her if she would like a playmate and by gosh she looked directly at me. So, off to Pet Palace I went to get her a friend/sibling. I had researched the best way to get another ferret and how to introduce it to the one I already have. Well, let me tell you...Pet Palace had all their ferrets just tossed into a black bin. Flies were covering them all and I was just upset at seeing them like that. I figured that they were all probably sick as it was hot and they just didn't look healthy (it didn't help the area was covered in ferret poo). Well, one little boy tried getting my attention and I held him and felt that he was probably the best choice, he was happy and bright eyed. But then, I noticed this tiny little ball of cream and rust colored fur, lying very very still and I freaked because I thought it was dead. I panicked and put the little boy down ignoring his pleading looks and trying to crawl out to me. I poked it and poked it, and finally the little creature looked up at me with groggy eyes. My heart was breaking and melting at the same time, so I reached in to pick her up (it's actually pretty easy to tell boys apart from girls) and grimaced. You could feel her ribs and hips, the poor thing was emaciated. Feeling this was probably her only chance at survival she wiggled and hopped around showing me she was full of energy. Eager to save a furry life, I chose her over the healthy bright eyed boy. We named her Eva, like Eve from Wall-E because he kept calling her Eva. Plus she's lighter colored than Alice and has tons of attitude just like Eve. Whomever said that ferrets don't show their personality until 6 months was totally wrong. Eva immediately began hopping around playing and letting us know what she did and didn't like. Thankfully, the vet we took her to said she was healthy, but honestly I'm still suspicious of him and will take her to my real vet for shots. She seems to be gaining a bit of weight, and I figure her energy and hopping lets me know she's fine. Alice even has a little spring in her step and they both get along pretty well. At first they hissed and stuff and Alice clearly loved Eva at first sight, but Eva is still a little nervous when they play too rough. I think the boys in the group she came from bullied her. Yay for furriness and happiness that is brought on by animals. I honestly never thought that such a small creature could be capable of soooooo much love and appreciation. Now, I am off to play with them for a while until I have to go to work. Later guys!!!!