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''Un-make me -L''
Jan. 26th, 2026 06:09 pmHello
Last night, I stayed up late once again and my dad came home. I didn't get to stare at my 93 pictures of Brian Molko I keep hidden in my desk before I go to sleep every night because of this, so I opted to listen to Your Lucky Day In Hell - EELS instead. But while I was listening to it, my dad opened the door to my sister and I's bedroom, and didn't notice my earbuds, somehow. I just lied there as songs changed on my iPhone 14 Pro Max... if anyone cared. I was way too scared of my dad knowing that I was awake to actually get up. Anyways, I ended up turning it off after a while and going to bed.
My alarm woke me up at 5 but I just turned it off and eventually woke up at 6:25am. I'm sorrrryyyy :( This won't happen again, I promise
I show all of my drawings to my dad, but he really only likes the ones I do of cats. I made a lot of sketches of cats a few months back, and I'd probably make more if I had some sort of muse to base them off of. They were some pretty good sketches, too. I just stopped making them and sending them to my dad, because I was scared it'd get repetitive after a while, and then I just stopped drawing as a whole about two months ago. I also stopped texting my dad 'goodnight' daily for reasons even I'm confused about. In the last drawing I sent to my dad, the Brian Molko one, he told me, in his exact words, 'Nice but where's the cat'. There is no cat, dad; she left ~2 months ago, and she's probably dead now.
And by 'she', I'm referring to my former pet, Tansy. My mom made me get rid of her because I kept asking her if we could take Tansy to the vet (she had worms and had even thrown one up on my lap before. I had even gotten her medicine and used it for a month, but she was still sick), so I had to give her away. My first actual pet was her mom, though.
We kept Charlie in the back of our house, mostly because my dad had just kidnapped her off the streets and drove her home. And one time she scratched my dad and he was all like 'We must get rid of Charlie.' Just because she scratched him once... toughen up man. She had also hissed at my grandpa when he had come over to our house one time, and apparently this was my mom's finally straw because we ended up bringing Charlie back to where my dad found her: his store. And turns out she was pregnant the whole time and gave birth to 6-ish kittens. My dad took a liking to this orange tabby and he called her 'Goldie,' or 'Blondie' a lot. And surprise, surprise, that orange cat gained the title, Tansy, and we adopted her.
She loved to attack my feet and bite my hands and it'd leave tiny marks, and I just let her because it barely hurt--see, dad? It's not that hard. And I even make a comfortable spot for her to nap on my bed with my blanket, and sometimes I'd go to sleep with her on my bed, until my mom made up a rule where I couldn't let her on my bed.
I'd wake up early every morning to feed her and stuff. (Takes an uncomfortably long drag of my cigarette) those were the good ol' days.
My mom straightened my hair yesterday and she also trimmed it, but now I feel like I should just cut it to my chin so I can look less... awkward, I guess. We also watched a movie called The Collector while she did my hair. 0/10 movie, too boring for me to actually care to write about. I also had reading tutoring with Lindecker today, which was another, okay experience.
Later
-Zainah
Last night, I stayed up late once again and my dad came home. I didn't get to stare at my 93 pictures of Brian Molko I keep hidden in my desk before I go to sleep every night because of this, so I opted to listen to Your Lucky Day In Hell - EELS instead. But while I was listening to it, my dad opened the door to my sister and I's bedroom, and didn't notice my earbuds, somehow. I just lied there as songs changed on my iPhone 14 Pro Max... if anyone cared. I was way too scared of my dad knowing that I was awake to actually get up. Anyways, I ended up turning it off after a while and going to bed.
My alarm woke me up at 5 but I just turned it off and eventually woke up at 6:25am. I'm sorrrryyyy :( This won't happen again, I promise
I show all of my drawings to my dad, but he really only likes the ones I do of cats. I made a lot of sketches of cats a few months back, and I'd probably make more if I had some sort of muse to base them off of. They were some pretty good sketches, too. I just stopped making them and sending them to my dad, because I was scared it'd get repetitive after a while, and then I just stopped drawing as a whole about two months ago. I also stopped texting my dad 'goodnight' daily for reasons even I'm confused about. In the last drawing I sent to my dad, the Brian Molko one, he told me, in his exact words, 'Nice but where's the cat'. There is no cat, dad; she left ~2 months ago, and she's probably dead now.
And by 'she', I'm referring to my former pet, Tansy. My mom made me get rid of her because I kept asking her if we could take Tansy to the vet (she had worms and had even thrown one up on my lap before. I had even gotten her medicine and used it for a month, but she was still sick), so I had to give her away. My first actual pet was her mom, though.
We kept Charlie in the back of our house, mostly because my dad had just kidnapped her off the streets and drove her home. And one time she scratched my dad and he was all like 'We must get rid of Charlie.' Just because she scratched him once... toughen up man. She had also hissed at my grandpa when he had come over to our house one time, and apparently this was my mom's finally straw because we ended up bringing Charlie back to where my dad found her: his store. And turns out she was pregnant the whole time and gave birth to 6-ish kittens. My dad took a liking to this orange tabby and he called her 'Goldie,' or 'Blondie' a lot. And surprise, surprise, that orange cat gained the title, Tansy, and we adopted her.
She loved to attack my feet and bite my hands and it'd leave tiny marks, and I just let her because it barely hurt--see, dad? It's not that hard. And I even make a comfortable spot for her to nap on my bed with my blanket, and sometimes I'd go to sleep with her on my bed, until my mom made up a rule where I couldn't let her on my bed.
I'd wake up early every morning to feed her and stuff. (Takes an uncomfortably long drag of my cigarette) those were the good ol' days.
My mom straightened my hair yesterday and she also trimmed it, but now I feel like I should just cut it to my chin so I can look less... awkward, I guess. We also watched a movie called The Collector while she did my hair. 0/10 movie, too boring for me to actually care to write about. I also had reading tutoring with Lindecker today, which was another, okay experience.
Later
-Zainah
