#zombie squirrel

I have decided to start a blog because I have nothing else to do. I know that sounds like a rather silly reason, but I REALLY need something to do. You see, this need to do something arrived yesterday. My first day out of high school, didn’t quite finish it, got so close, less-than-a-hundred-days-to-go kind of close. But alas. I have abandoned the stressful life of a year 12 student and gone on to bigger and better things… Not quite sure what the bigger and better things are yet, but I am sure I will find them… and, I guess if you decide to stay (and I am able to keep posting on this blog) then we can all work out what these bigger and better things are together (gosh that sounds cheesy, I feel like you are just insulting yourself if you choose to stay now… idk how Tumblr rly works).

My very first day out of school was spent mostly moping about in a very bright sort of way, not sure if that makes sense, let me explain… Have you ever seen a zombie squirrel? I’m pretty sure I looked like a zombie squirrel. Still looking bright, still able to scuttle around quite efficiently and still cute, but dead. Quite dead. Not a visible sort of dead, just a not-really-processing-on-the-inside kind of dead. I suppose I was still getting over the shock of the fact that I was not going back to school to finish the term and I didn’t have to finish my history assignment. The whole discussion for me not going back to school was only made on the 9th and I just didn’t go back to school on the 10th. It was weird. I suppose for me the fact that I wasn’t going to see my friends for a long time was probably the weirdest thing. I adore all my friends and I wasn’t even able to say a proper goodbye. It was sort of a random out of the blue email to about three of my really good friends *cough* Family *cough* and I just left it at that. I had used my school laptop and school email address to send the email and I haven’t seen the email account since because my father took the laptop back to the school. I was able to get to a few of them on the phone… But I only had limited contacts and used to use my email for almost any communication with my friends. Anyway, that sucked. A lot. Moving on!

The time I spent not moping yesterday was either spent reading (in a very zombie squirrel fashion), walking into town (in a very zombie squirrel fashion) and thinking about the future and what I could do to stop being a dead squirrel. I came up with many outrageous and inconceivable ideas, one of which was making a teleporter enabling me to go see my friends. However, I was able to think about some rather sensible (or what I consider to be sensible) ideas. So, for now I have a vague plan of what to do within the next few days.

1.       Write a blog (halfway there)

2.       Convert the half-rotted cubby house into an art studio (unrealistic… but let me dream!)

3.       Finish the 200-piece puzzle

4.       Join the fire fighter training courses

5.       Finish the 500-piece 3D puzzle

6.       Become a fire fighter

7.       Try to get a job to get money to save up to buy a teleporter (or a Wacom tablet… somewhat more realistic purchase)

8.       Travel the world… This is going to happen.

I was mostly just a zombie squirrel again today… except for the fact that I finished my book and I was in the car most of the day with my mother… Did some driving on my P’s and sent my overly perfect brother (I really hope he gets head boy) off to school. Where he… you know… does school. Unlike me. I did some other stuff between, such as drooling over art supplies that I will never get and walking the dog while imagining her turning into a fire-breathing dragon and flying me back to my friends, school and my history assignment… I think my dog can stay as a dog a little longer, not that desperate to get back to the history assignment.

I eventually came back to the house, hopped onto my parent’s computer and decided to start the blog part of my list. I’m not sure what this blog will end up being. I’m not sure if it will turn out as anything more than a sort of online diary. Maybe my friends will eventually find it and be able to see what became of the person who left them at the mercy of the great monster that is stress-assessments-exams-did-I-mention-stress?... In other words, I left them in high school… Weird feeling to write that down like that. I guess the whole ‘not-going-back-to-school-thing’ is still sinking in.