Ziggy Smalls.  My sisters Dwarf Maine Coon.

So.. retrograde amnesia in a nut shell is basically when a person cant remember between two points of time but can create new memories from then on.

Im pretty sure I have this.. Because at some point in time.. I stopped being the little kid I was in those pictures. I’m not the same and I can tell im not the same.. I think also has something to do with the fact that the pictures and photo albums mysteriously stop and nothing is after that point. There isnt even like some sort of little gap where mom tried to start up again but just didnt.

Its weird… and I’m probably just over thinking it.. but its still a possibility……….. I just realized the gap I dont remember.. 2nd grade in california.. and a little bit of first.. I can remember random moments of first but not really 2nd.. I think Tiana’s mom was my teacher but thats it.. and I only know her because of 1st grade and remembering being excited that she’d be my teacher next year.

This would explain why I cant read cursive…. and the fact that I suck ass at times tables.

Lately.. ive noticed the fact that I have issues getting up stairs. No, not figuratively.. or metaphoricaly.. actual real stairs. If Im not running up them two at a time then Im walking slowly and clutching the railing for grip desperatly.

I cant do it. I just cant… I dont know why but its hard. Surely this means that my first disability as I age will be the ability to go up and down stairs…. might as well give up now..

In my dream last night.. I was just turning 17 and my legs were already failing. The doctors said I wouldnt even be able to walk by the time I was twenty-five so I might as well get some practice in the chair now. Naturaly in the dream (since its always the non important things that matter) I was debating if I should ever go to school in my wheel chair. I could use crutches on my bad days and walk on my good ones. It would be weird if I showed up to school in a wheel chair sometimes and walk the other times.

The dream kinda bothered me… I turn 17 next week.. and I constantly feel like walking is just one big pain. I cant go up the steps unless Im running… and even then I fall half the time.

sirmitchell:

Nothing beats Adam West Batman, NOTHING!

 Holly shark-bait Batman!

I love this. Thank you Culpeo-Fox for creating beautiful objects that I consider making my desktop but never actualy do.

i guess video of the week kinda stopped happening.. Heres this weeks though!

peasonearth:

The smartest person I have ever met once told me that when you’re faced with writer’s block the best choice you’ve got is to just sit down and talk about all of the things you wish you could write about. For instance, I wish I could sit here and go on and on talking about how sad the end of…

 I may not have writers block.. but only wish for a few things in general anyways.

I wish people understood people without having to try to. I wish I could relate everything in my life the way I do in my mind, as wolves, without people thinking its strange. I wish the Flow was a lot easier to go with. I wish there was a resistance, because everyone likes standing up for something. I wish those two things didnt contradict eachother. I wish the Sun warmed me every time it touched my skin. I wish my skin would just stop being bitchy and get over it. I wish raspberries would just run away from me.. I wish balloons would just randomly appear when we needed them. I wish there was a way to parasail on land.. safely. I wish I could go skydiving. I wish people would just leave me alone about polotics. I too, wish love was a stronger word. I wish telling people they were my Littermates was easier. I wish the few of us didnt suffer from Littermate Syndrome. I wish saying Hi could go without fear of strangers. I wish Strangers was a word that didnt exist. I wish people could just.. be.. Happy.

sirmitchell:

OMG, There goes my undying love for MANBEARPIG. 

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 hmmm I thought he looked familiar.

Today, My dog Trouble got out of the fence and ran away. No one noticed until he was out of sight. I quickly checked every room in the house and changed from my pajamas incase I had to leave to find him. From my second story room, I looked out the window to see Trouble happily trotting down the street towards home. I ran outside as he reached the driveway and my mom was looking at him funny. “He has a bone..” She mumbles ad I bend down to greet our 13 year old senile dog. He indeed, has a bone. It might as well be a three mile walk for any 13 year old dog to get to the next house that has dogs from mine. He took a walk on his own, found himself a bone, came home.  A little ryme of his day. He’s officialy taken care of all of my Owner duties for this weekend.