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Well hello tumblr, it’s been a while. I felt the extreme need to blog today because of all the wonderful thanksgiving festivities. As you can clearly see, when I say wonderful I mean that in the most sarcastic sense of the word. Today was not the fabulous turkey day I had been oh so wishing for. Today I learned that my dad has really never loved me. You all may think that I am over reacting but you don’t know the half of the situation. I have tried, I really have but it has to work both ways. I’m done. I quite. See ya later.

my previous post was a description of dear rjj as told by me, Caity. This is simply my account of this story; the way I saw things. In no way is this the only version, as I do not own the rights to this story. This was an “as told by” version…

That was his question.

As we all mourn the loss of our beloved Musta Domestica, R.J.J., I feel that this blog is only appropriate. For those of you who do not know him, R.J.J. was a noble friend and courageous pet. I would now like to take this time to paint you a picture of his final hours….

It all began on September 8th, 2010, in the kitchen of E4.  So you see, it had already been an eventful night of hair coloring, musicals, and birthday celebrations. While in the midst of all the racket, R.J.J. made his appearance! As Mary and I were sitting in the living room, we heard a sudden shriek!

“There is a dead fly on the table!” Whitney exclaimed.

In unison, Mary and Anna shouted. “R.J.J.!”

I began to wonder, “Who is this R.J.J. of which they speak?” Sure enough, Mary knew exactly what I was thinking.

She explained to me that R.J.J. was the prodigal grandson of Rambo, her personal bedroom housefly. It had been days since he had been seen, and finally he made his reappearance. Little did we know, it was a day too late.

Mary, and her love of all creatures, felt nothing but compassion and worry for her long-lost companion. As Whitney suggested he be killed or taken outside, Mary threw a fit! She wouldn’t have such a terrible fate come upon her beloved R.J.J. Knowing that Whitney would never hear the end of it had R.J.J. been killed, she made him a fly deathbed out of a folded paper towel and small tupperware container.

Mary greatfully accepted the gesture and began to caudle her dying pet.  “R.J.J., don’t die” she said with dispair. Little did any of us know, there is no real way to save a common housefly from the brink of death.  As we all felt his end nearing, we only saw fit to give him a proper funeral.

Then out of nowhere, a twitch! Could it be? Is he alive? Yes! He is alive!

Our joy was short-lived.  Soon the twitches grew further and further apart and less exuberant. 

“Is he dead? Guys I think I saw him move!”

“Mary, he’s gone.”

And that was all that was left of our dear R.J.J. With one final attempt at flight, he passed.

Or so we thought…..

Once time of death had been called, we decided it was time. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we began to burry Rambo Jr. Jr. in the earth’s crust. Then suddenly, LIFE! He moved once more! Our prayers over his acclaimed corpse revived him! He did not want to leave his dear Mary.

“Will that damn thing ever die!?” Whitney shouted as she advanced towards R.J.J. with an open flame. “Just let me cremate him already!”

Terror struck Mary’s face as the flame drew nearer to her and her faithful companion. Finally, it ended. Whitney reached Mary and poor, sweet R.J.J. With one last horrified attemp of escape, Rambo Jr. Jr. got lost in all the mayhem, never to be seen again.

With tear-filled eyes, Mary threw herself to the ground in dispair. “Nooooooooooo!!!! YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED R.J.J.!!”

As Mary tried to pull herself back together, Anna sang her beautiful rendition of the classic hymn “Amazing Grace” and constructed a memorial to R.J.J., the fly I barely knew.

There’s a hole in Mary’s world tonight. There’s a cloud of fear and sorrow. There’s a hole in her world tonight. Please help her fill the hole in her world tomorrow.

Rest in peace Rambo Junior Junior. May you find eternal happiness in that big manure pile in the sky.

So today I learned how shallow and immature people can really be. I mean come on, it was so long ago that it shouldn’t even matter! Oh well. It is people like this who will one day make my job more interesting. “Why?” you ask. Well it’s a little thing I like to call karma. People like me remember people like you. Oh and “friends,” well it’s people like this that make real friends shine. So to my “friends,” thanks a whole bunch. Love y’all too. To my real friends that see the bull*&@# and have my back, thanks for making yourselves known and trying to stand up for me (: This is the first hateful blog I have ever posted, and it shall probably be the last. In leu of recent events, I found that today’s was necessary. I won’t be like an unmentionable someone and throw a fit, I won’t say another word, I will simply go with my love and eat Flamingo Row and have a damn good time doing so. So for now, it’s peace out. Further updates will be posted as things progress.

Okay so I am sitting here in the language lab next to a dear friend and I have come to realize a few things.

1. Language lab is the most redundant hour spent outside of class for class work ever imaginable.

2. Language lab provides for some high quality Facebook time (if it was activated that it)

3. Language lab is perfect for getting unnecessary busy work done, whether it be in your     foreign language class or not!

4. I have way too much free time if the only thing I can do during Language lab is blog.

I see no point to language lab. I feel as if it is a huge waste of time. I never accomplish anything and even when ole Chuck comes in to ask how everything is going, I have Facebook open right in front of him. I think next time I will just change the language of it to German so I can say my language lab time is legit for the both of us.

Okay so I guess I am just stupid or something. I haven’t been able to blog lately because of a dilemma I encountered recently. I forgot my log in information!! I cannot believe I made such a dumb mistake. I tried and tried and tried and no luck! Today, I decided to try again. I could not give up hope! So I open up tumblr in my browser and click the log in button and instinctively start typing an email address that did not even exist! I thought to myself,”That can’t be possible. Why would I type that?” Hoping that I wasn’t that dim, I tried the non-existant email address. Magically, it worked! So hello blog world, I’m back!!!

So tomorrow I move back to Martin.  I do not quite know how to feel other than bittersweet. I am ready to move back, however I have once again become accustomed to the life of sleeping late and having mommy deliver my lunch.  I am ready to be back on my own. Free of rules, curfews, and arguments, I return to my independent self.  There are some things I am going to get accomplished this semester.  Some personal goals I have, one could say.

1. get to my ideal weight (aka get healthy)

2. get a 4.0 gpa

3. make new friends

4. learn to listen before I speak

5. never judge a book by its cover

6. live and love like there is no tomorrow.

This year I am determined to accomplish these goals and become the person I know I really am. I am determined to find myself.  I will love people like I may lose them at any moment. I will NEVER make last year’s mistake again. I am a strong individual and it’s time to get off my butt and make life happen for myself.

On a lighter note.  I have loved my friends’ recent posts.  Awkward situations, I have come to realize, are the basis of life. They suck, but also make hilarious inside jokes! I also love the randomness of certain people and their silly bands in strange places. 

Can’t wait for the rest of the week. Ready to see what it has in store. No matter what happens though, it will be bittersweet.

So I am not entirely sure how this whole thing is supposed to work. I have been inspired by my good friend Mary to get a tumbler because of the countless blogs and Facebook posts about her tumblr. I guess this is how you do it though; just write random things about your daily life like some wacky thing your dog did, how you have been inspired to get a tumblr, or possibly something serious and sad. Well folks, I’ll give it a try and see how it works out. Wish me luck!