My dog got freakin’ skunked!!!!!
The smell has fused with the house. Everything REEKS. We have bathed the poor, stinky boy about four times and the smell is still singed into his fur. Specifically, his forehead—that’s where we think it got him.
This skunk has been haunting our neighborhood for weeks. Maybe even months at this point. We think they might be living in the construction site near us, but we’re not too sure. We saw a family of them—no less than four—on someone’s lawn one night, and since then we keep seeing them roaming around. On walks, on our way to work… they’re everywhere.
Over two weeks ago, we all woke up in the middle of the night because the pungent smell of skunk randomly stunk up the house. It was so strong, I worried it was inside of our house, which was not good for the irrational fear I have of a skunk being inside our house. Let me explain: When I was younger, I had a dream where it was night, I was falling asleep, I had opened my eyes for a second, and there was a skunk sitting next to me on my bed. It was so incredibly vivid, I thought it was real and went scrambling to my parents’ room. They ultimately found nothing in my room, which led us to conclude it was a dream, but ever since then I fear it wasn’t… and that it’s still roaming here… somewhere…
But anyways, a few days after that night, our AC broke and it was so hot, we had to sleep with the windows open. So, naturally, the skunk returnth! We think that our poor neighbor’s dog got skunked in the middle of the night; the area in their yard where she tends to hang out smelled in the morning. My window is the closest to this area, so my room was the stinkiest! And to make matters worse, I had a basket of clean laundry and the clothes I was going to wear the next day right next to the window! Just my luck. I spent the whole day worrying that I smelled like skunk, but I got no complaints. Later, I asked my mom to sniff me and she said she couldn’t smell anything, so hopefully I was in the clear. I did smell it all day, though. If it wasn’t my clothes, I think the smell may have just burned into my nostrils.
Flashforward to earlier this week. My dog Stitch gets skunked early in the morning, rubs his nasty, nasty self all over everything, and despite the number of times we (that is, my parents; I was still asleep, but there in spirit) washed him, he still ended up fermenting in the basement. You could practically see the green lines sprouting out from him. Poor Stitch.
Besides this, I have been so busy this week, and it’s all completely of my own doing. My homework has been quite manageable right now, but I have sucked at managing it! Because it’s not a lot, I keep procrastinating, and then I end up having to do it all in one night. Shame! Shame on me. All I have left to do is some readings, and this paper I really do not want to write, but I’ll push through it, it’s okay. Guys, it’s okay. No one panic. I do have some familial stuff to do as well, and chores, and crocheting (to the friend who ordered some hats: Don’t worry, they will be done on time, stressing is just part of the process, trust, trust), and I’d like to sleep at a decent time, and I have this blog I have to write, and oh God I need to work on my time management skills. Yikes!
I’ve also had the unfortunate obstacle of an existential crisis to deal with alongside my homework. It’s really not fair. Can’t I have one during the summer or something, when I’m not so busy? Geez.
I’m not going to get too into it, on account of you and I not being on that level (yet?), it being too late to fully write it out, and me not wanting to trigger another one, but! I will say this: Only nineteen, but my mind is older.
Guys, we literally have to make this moment last, that’s plenty.
Yeah…
I’ve done a full 180 on Hamilton this year. It’s such a great musical, you guys hate to admit it. Is the whole concept of it dumb? Yes. Was the whole craze about it dumb? Yes. Do I still love it nonetheless? Well, yes!
It is catchy as balls; it has great wordplay; the choreo is fantastic; what they’re able to accomplish with their limited set design is quite incredible; and goddamnit the story is pretty cool! Like… What do you mean he was constantly worried about throwing away his shot (metaphorically) and the one time he doesn’t (literally), he dies? What do you mean the other guy was constantly waiting and one the one time doesn’t, he kills a man? And then he yells, “Wait!” ???????? What do you mean???
Shoutout to my brother and Lewis Hamilton for getting me back on the Hamilton train and on the F1 train. Those Hamilton x Hamilton edits changed herstory as we know it.
Last thing on the agenda is House talk. For those of you wanting to skip the spoilers, this is your time to skedaddle (unless you want to read about F1 stuff at the end). See you next week! For the rest of you…
HOUSE SEASON FIVE SPOILERS:
You guys literally need to fuck off. What the actual hell.
This season has been pretty good. The running through lines has been quite entertaining. The Hilson divorce arc was painful, but necessary and well-delivered—I especially loved how it ended. I really loved the hostage episode—lowkey wished it was a two-parter. The House and Cuddy stuff is fine; it makes sense show-wise, less so in my Hilson fantasy world. However, it does align perfectly with my House/Wilson/Cuddy fantasy world. (What’s their ship name? Hudson?) One thing about me is that I WILL headcanon every single character as bisexual. So I allow it.
Speaking of bisexuality, Thirteen, I love you. She is just so cool. Yass, Thirteen, yass. And now she’s dating Foreman, my beloved? Everything’s coming up roses. This is so good for me. Foreman deserves a nice, lovely romantic arc, and Thirteen is bisexual. She deserves the world. Plus, their ship name is Foreteen which is just so fucking good. Their CANON ship name. I hope they live happily ever after, forever and ever. I don’t think they will. But I hope.
Now to the fucking… ugh… I hate you guys.
Kutner… You guys have to be joking. You’re joshing me. Pulling my leg. Messing around. Right? RIGHT?!
I remembered three things as Thirteen and Foreman entered Kutner’s apartment: that Pinterest post that I had seen before Kutner was introduced… all the allusions throughout the season… the episode’s title. Then, Thirteen’s face dropped, and I knew Kutner was dead.
I didn’t cry until the end of the episode, when Taub did. I guess it fully hit me when it hit him.
These last few episodes of the season better be uplifters. I missed when this show was more episodic. No, I don’t. But I do miss when the main characters were untouchable. Sigh…
Now I’m all depressed. I’m going to talk about F1 now to cheer us up.
END OF SPOILERS:
Lando Norris won the last race (Singapore). This is big as he’s the current runner-up in the World Driver’s Championship; the gap between him and Max Verstappen just got smaller. It was Daniel Ricciardo’s last race. He didn’t know it would be his last race, but, because his team acted shoddy, he had an inkling. He spent his last ever lap going as fast as he could to get the fastest lap. Fastest lap gets you an extra point. Norris had it before Ricciardo got it. Norris not getting it means that Max Verstappen can place second place to Lando Norris in all the final couple of races, and still win the WDC. Ricciardo spent his last ever lap helping his friend, his ex-teammate, win. It’s so poetic, really. Oh, it’s actually really funny because Lando Norris was also his ex-teammate. I guess we know who’s his favorite!
Drive to Survive better be good next season because the 2024 season has been a movie, man. Or, uh… this season has been a Netflix reality/docuseries, man. Ew, no. That sounds horrid. But alas, I think it’s a sign of how DTS is going to be. What does it mean when watching an actual sport is a better TV show than the literal TV show made about it? Add DTS to the list of media I could fix.
Would you guys still like me if I started writing fanfic about F1?
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