REAL VLOG 3.

Oh geez. Okay, I sorta promised myself that this blog won't be used for bitching, but THIS really calls for some time to bitch. You must understand. Read on at your own risk.

My. Mentally-incapable. Brother. Freaking. Shaved. My. Cat...

Again.

Is he a retard? Rhetorical.

Does he not realize that the cat is OURS, not HIS? And that I have a say in what happens to the cat?! Oh wait, I forgot. He is incapable of actually being considerate of what anyone else thinks. UGH.

Oh, not to mention HE PROBABLY DID IT HIMSELF! DO YOU THINK I TRUST HIM TO DO IT IF I WANTED IT DONE AT ALL?!

Bitch over.

Okay. To other matters.

Still pissed, but I'll... let it simmer over.

There was some Monash dudes who came to MHS to talk about their faculties and I went to the Med/Health Sciences and Pharmacy. From it, I actually started considering nursing as a pathway into Medicine. And it also gives me time to study my languages. Yay. Hm.

I went swimming today, 90 laps. Yay. Hm.

Still pissed.

I'm sorry, I just cannot get over the cat. I MUST put a photo up to show you WHAT MY BROTHER HAS DONE.





























I cannot believe that I am related to that thing... My brother, I mean, not the cat. I still <3 my cat. Although MY BROTHER FREAKING SHAVED HER! It's like my brother has a vanity-driven eating disorder...FOR MY CAT. WHAT. THE. EFF. IS WRONG WITH HIM? People, PLEASE TELL HIM TO STOP. Please ANYONE. Anyone who knows him. PLEASE.

Oh yeah, and this is a Vlog about some late night thoughts.

Ugh.