It's been interesting. Yesterday I left school at lunch. I wasn't feeling well, so I was going to try to go home anyway, but when I called my mom she said she was at the pet hospital. Apparently our cat, who's been missing since April 26, was found starving in our neighbor's garage. After this cat was hooked up to an IV and his paperwork was filed as "Sebastian", we realized it wasn't our beloved Sebastian. This was a poor starving cat that coincidentally looked a lot like Sebastian. And he needed a home. So he lives with us now, as Tinsley's new cat. Anyway. He's too weak to climb stairs, and you can feel all of his bones. He's virtually weightless. I mean, this cat would've died. But he's the sweetest thing ever. I want to call him Oliver.

I watched the season 8 finale of scrubs, finally. And cried. And laughed. And wished that there was more to it.

Tomorrow is the last day of school. But I can't figure out what drops. I'm going to go to bed right about now, because I've found little reasons to stay up way too late for this past week, and it's just really not healthy. 

I haven't started studying for my exams. I'll regret that.

Love, 

Carrie Anne