According to my dads gf a raccoon is a possum.

Just like how according to her cats give birth to puppies.

I really don’t understand how she got her own business teaching young children.

My family are such retards. They talk to the puppy as if he actually understands what they are saying. Constantly lock him out of places he feels the safest in to the point that he literally cries. And they never give him water so he finds his way into the bathroom and drinks out the toilet, and they punish him for doing that and for when he pees in the house even though they don’t take him out. 

Though the only thing I do for the dog is give it water when I can tell he really needs it. But I still wont take care of it. It’s not my job. Not my dog. Still I feel real bad for it. I’m really hoping something happens that they take him away. Peeta, where are you?!

So this morning just as I opened my front door I see a dead animal on the mat. Of course I know my stray cat put it there and at first I thought it was a mouse and then realized it was too big to be one. I just stood there staring at it until I realized it was the mouth of a cat. And then I realized that it was one my my cats kittens. She had eaten the rest of its body leaving just the nose/mouth region and gave it to us as a gift. I never felt so sick before. I’m use to the mice and birds, but not kittens. This was the first time she had ever done that. I don’t know why she killed it, I’m going to guess another cat touched it. I don’t know where she’s hiding them now but I know they are 1-2weeks old and she usually brings them in the house after about a month or so.

Later in math class I started to fall asleep, so I got up and went to the bathroom. While in a stall some of the foreign ladies that are learning English were gathered in there and then they all said “B-boots.” “Boots?” “Boots!” “Boots.” The word was probably said about 10-15 time from them all. They seemed so happy to know the word and I couldn’t help but laugh to myself.

On my way home I was on the bus reading and some guy who I think is like a volunteer cop or something, because of his shirt and he was talking so loud on his phone to someone in police jargon. He sat next to me and omfg he smelled like garbage and was covered in dirt and junk. I didn’t want to move to seem rude, but omg. I could barley breathe. It was as if he had just went dumpster diving.