When you see my face, I hope it gives you hell

It's late. About 11:11 (kiss the clock!) to be exact. I'm at the library "working" on a lab report. Fuck lab. God, I have hated school this semester.

So, I feel a little bad for Chad at work. Chad would be my 33 year old, wannabe stalker, thing. He was really creeping me out there for a while, but now that he isn't creeping me out, I feel bad. He looks at me like a puppy that I kicked. I'm a sucker for a sad puppy, hate to say it. Who knows, maybe I judged the guy too quick. If there is one thing I am good at, it's jumping to conclusions. I think I have a touch of paranoia. Oh well. We'll just see how things go.

I am getting a tattoo. Yep. Wolf paw print. Where? I'm torn. I want it on my back, but I want to be able to cover it up, and I DO NOT want a tramp stamp. But I am really, truly doing this as soon as I get the money. It'll hurt like hell, but I think a wolf paw print is something I will always love. Hello, I'm the kid who used to howl like a wolf. I think I was a wolf in a past life.

I hope one tattoo leads to about ten. Everyone I know hates them, which makes them more appealing to me. I can annoy Stocky and Thomas until the end of time, or the end of our lives, whichever comes first.

My thoughts are disjointed and hurting my brain. Petland sells puppies that come from puppy mills. I would like to strongly discourage anyone who stumbles across this from buying a puppy from Petland. Why? Puppy mill puppies are the dog equivalent of lemon cars. The poor little guys are raised in deplorable conditions, and are sickly and often die. See http://stoppuppymills.org/ for more information.

Ok, Susan out. The brain no worky anymore. And I had so many good points to make! Ugh.