Those Were Squirrels, NOT Small Dogs

To most people, they're cute and fuzzy with a big bushy tail... but to me... they are the enemy. Will I break for a squirrel when it wanders out into the street as my car fastly approaches? Certainly. Neither of us have any claim over that domain. We are, in fact, very much alike, trying to get from one place to another, however, these rules change in the face of certain circumstances. The time? 6:22am on a Sunday morning. When must I wake for church? 9:30am. Two hours and eight minutes being stolen from my slumber is UNACCEPTABLE! Mitch, Stuffy, and I all had the strangest dream around that hour that something huge was being kept in the attic. For Mitch and I it was a dog. We awoke realizing that there was indeed somethingS in the attic completely disrespecting the ceremonial sleeping habbits of the college aged male. The line had been crossed. Both Mitch and I had previously contemplated the purchasing of air rifles at the start of summer... but there were more pressing matters at hand, bills, bills, and more bills. Priorities, though, tend to change when the sanctimonious practice of sleep is trampled upon, and after church today, we went out and brandished two new firearms and enough ammo for the neighborhood. See, the reason I was over there in the first place is because I have been working on a worship project to send with my parents on their mission trip, but with rodents scurrying around in the attic, the recording doesn't quite turn out as desired. In short, THESE SQUIRRELS ARE INTERFERRING WITH GOD'S WORK, and this being so, Mitch and I have been deemed the righteous hammer of God to fall upon the brow of the hethen squirrel, that they might find penitence before they perish at our mighty right hands. Not only that, but their hides shall be skinned and mounted as a testimony for all of squirrel kind that FREEDOM will always reign and TERRORISM is stupid!

Having vented my agression... I shall continue further. For some reason I am easily irritated by things that really shouldn't bother me. I get really defensive. One of the big ones is when people touch me when I'm not expecting it. It makes the hair on my neck stand up, and I really shouldn't be bothered that much by it. I think maybe I developed that when I was younger and my older brother would play rough with me. He didn't know his own strength and sometimes he would end up hurting me, so I learned to defend myself at the very get-go. I guess it just stuck with me because whenever someone grabs me unexpectedly or slaps me or anything of that nature, my first instinct is to hit back, but harder. Granted, I generally don't hit back as much as I used to, but I sometimes still do. I've never, nor would I ever, hit a girl... unless... she were hitting me counting on the fact that I wouldn't hit her back... maybe then I would ACT like I was going to, but then be like "haha, just kidding." Only she probably wouldn't think that was funny because she's not a guy and guys think that kind of stuff is funny. Anyways... I think I just need to calm down and stop getting so defensive about stuff that doesn't really matter.

Well... looks like my duty shift is over. I'm gunna go shower and then maybe read before bed. It'll be an early start though, seeing as those squirrels at the house are going to wake up to a bit of a surprise. Who wants a squirrel skinned cap?

Peace and love (except for the squirrels... they can die.)