Below is what I’ll be doing for the whole next week. Finals week. This means I’m in a really bitchy super good mood and pissed really happy all the time. Summer + Finals = very cantankerous Suz. As I do every semester, I’ve calculated exactly how low of a grade I can receive and still get the requisite ‘B’ in all my classes as to not fail out of school. At this point in the game, I would really like it if I did not fail out. Although I think I’m safe, I should still probably get off the internet and start studying again.
Below is what my dog will be doing all week. She has already formulated a plan to get the squirrel to come down of the tree so she can eat it. She will stay right by the bottom of the tree until either the squirrel tires of teasing her or stupidly comes within her reach.
If her plan fails, she will then continue to prowl around the great wild that is our suburban back yard, keeping our family safe from squirrels and furry baby rabbits.
It is a rough life. I get the feeling that she sort of expects this kind of life, and I’m not feeling any sort of appreciation for all the hard work I’m doing in order to provide her with a better life. I suspect this is what it feels like to have teenagers. Except without the whole chasing squirrels bit. But what do I know?