Vent

Should I be writing on my blog right now? No. I need to be doing statistics but I am just in a bad mood. I had a terrible nightmare last night about zombies and it was horrible. I was so scared, my "real" mom was Jamie Lee Curtis, she sacrificed herself to the zombies, but then once she was dead after trying to draw them away from our house, my mom (Paula, so like switch to more real life feelings) offered to kill me with some kind of injection so I wouldn't be scared any more... And Kalen, in all seriousness was sitting on the couch telling me that he was proud of me for trying to become less sensitive to violence and gore through this experience. It was bizzare! And horrible and a really bad way to start the day.
Then Britain kinked her neck somehow, and has been lounging in bed because we don't know how else to help her. And gosh danngit, I'm just not being a good nurturing mom today.
Plus there is a tiny little puppy down the street, the mom is only a 5 pound dog, so you can imagine that the 7 week old puppy is pretty tiny too. I WANT IT. I'm frustrated that I want it because I never want puppies, and brandon told me he doesn't like that kind of puppy, so I'm pouting. Not that we could even afford a puppy or live with a puppy til we buy a house. But still. I don't like being told no.
Anyway, Britain is cranky, and needy, and I am cranky. I will get over it, I just want to day dream about my future house and how it will feel and look and function. Sigh. Until then, I'll do homework I guess.