Say hello to the newest member of my family! A family we know rescued a little Siamese kitten, and needed to find a home for him. So my sister and I somehow convinced our parents to let us take him, and here he is! The family had been calling him Steve, but my sister and I agreed we needed a new name for him. We spent well over an hour trying names on him, until somehow I finally came to the name Tidus, and it stuck! So now we have a new baby Tidus, and he's adorable!

Last night he slept in my bed with me. At least, he was sleeping about half the time! The rest of the time he was attacking my fingers, biting his own tail, and running around my room like a maniac. But get this! He sucks on his tail, like a human baby sucking his thumb. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen!

I'm sorry this post is all me ranting about my new kitten. But who wouldn't want to share a new kitten with the world?

I'll share a poem or something tomorrow.

- Aimee

As the thought of you jumps through my head
A swift struggle ensues, but I only find
Despite my attempts, how hard I try
I can not force you from my mind.

I always knew you held much power
Over my thoughts and over my heart.
But the way you linger, at the back of my mind
Is a torture the execution of which is art.

I just wrote that little poem because I can't sleep. Obviously, I can't sleep because a very powerful thought jumped into my mind. I'll admit, it was the thought of an addiction of mine... I've been thinking about peanut butter. As much as I wish I could force the thought of it out of my head, I just can't. And now I'm afraid I'll never get to sleep, unless I eat the darn peanut butter. But if I do that, there's a chance I could suffocate and die. Having a peanut allergy kinda really sucks, especially when you absolutely adore peanut butter.

Since I can't sleep, I just did a little more of my history homework. There's nothing like doing history homework at eleven at night. Of all the ways to spend a Saturday night. I guess it's my own fault, really, for letting peanut butter jump into my head like that. Maybe now that I've gotten some history out of the way I'll be able to sleep.

To a good night's sleep!

(And a life time without peanut butter. Boo hoo.)

- Aimee

Sometimes, a person, or even a few people would come along who she felt she could trust. When these people came into her life, every day the heavy walls around her heart would slowly be lowered, brick by brick. But sometimes, someone came along who would take advantage of her lowered defenses, jumping over the low wall and stabbing at the unprotected heart within. And then her progress was reversed, and the walls were rebuilt even higher.

Sorry about the pretty emo post. I'm still working on getting over feeling kind of sick. I'm stuck with a head ache, but after sleeping a whole bunch this morning I feel a little better. Really the only things that have lifted my spirits today are the fact that I got roses today, and there's a chance we may get a kitten this weekend. I've wanted a kitten for so long. I just hope I can handle another kitten...

- Aimee

So, here I am, wandering through life, struggling to survive college classes, a committed relationship, and the trials of being an unpublished author, when all of a sudden: BAM! A sudden fit of feverish symptoms hits me. When I woke up this morning I was not expecting to feel this bad tonight. My head hurts, and I'm pretty sure I have a low fever. The only reason I'm not asleep right now is because I have far too much on my mind.

In fact, I had something planned for my next blog post. I can't remember what I was planning to muse about, though.

I guess I'll have to improvise and ask a question that's been bugging me for days. Why do they call it 'roll call' or 'taking roll' when a teacher reads the list of students' names to see who has bothered attending class that day?

Since my first day of college I have been wondering that, so tonight, I took it to Google!

All I could find was a short Wikipedia entry. Here is some of what it said:

"The term roll call applies to the calling itself, to the time moment of this procedure, and to a military signal that announces it."

Honestly, that didn't tell me much. However, I am now so exhausted and certain that I'm sick that I have to stop writing and either a) go to bed or b) just die and get it over with all ready. Good night, readers.

- Aimee

I learned a very valuable lesson today. Always, always, eat at least a bowl of cereal before leaving for a day at college. I skipped my cereal and ate granola bars this morning, only to find myself exhausted, half asleep and hungry all day. Next time, I'll make sure and eat something better than just granola bars before classes.

I really have nothing more to say. My head kind of hurts, and I'm very tired and ready for a nap.

TTFN, readers!

- Aimee

Since I'm too tired to really write anything today, please enjoy this random poem I wrote a while ago, and can't remember writing.

There is one thing I can not
(will not try to)
Comprehend:
Time. The essence of which is lies.
Time. An alliance we can not rend.
Five years is a long time.
Seven months.
Have they really passed by?
An hour since I last spoke to you.
Appears so much longer.

- Aimee

Exhausted doesn't even begin to describe my physical state right now.

Today was my first day as a college freshman. I'll admit that I wasn't too excited about starting college. It's just school, right? And I'm not taking the most exciting classes. History, Geography and Psychology are subjects that I am definitely not extremely interested in. Thankfully, I have teachers who seem very cool. I'm looking forward to Geography the most, I think, because the teacher seems like she'll make it fun to learn.

I can't stand being surrounded by people for so long, though. I can handle people for a short amount of time. I can even handle people in small amounts for very long amounts of time. But when I'm required to be pleasant while surrounded by people, it just gets exhausting. I was never meant to spend so much time with people. I'm an artist, artists, especially writers, are a lonely people. At least most of the writers I've met have been. Sure, I enjoy spending time with a small group of good friends, or even a medium sized group of people I'm only semi comfortable around. But strangers on all sides is not a situation I deal with well.

My first day of college was, I am proud to say, a success! Let's just see if I can keep it that way.

- Aimee