week 15: concerts

 Going to a music concert is easily one of the best experiences in life. Not only are you going to see someone who's music you love, live, but you get to enjoy the show with people who also love their music. It is almost impossible to be upset at a concert, (unless you're looking at the price of the food and drinks). The buzz and rush of excitement before, during, and after a concert is euphoric and nothing will energize you more. Even if you don't have a seat near the stage, you can still have the best time dancing with your friends. Just being in the same building as some of your favorite artists will put you in the best mood ever and maybe even put you in a bit of shock. The overall vibe of concerts is always a shared state of joy between everyone in the audience. When you're surrounded by so much energy and happiness it is hard to not enjoy yourself. Even the opening acts can be really fun and exciting performers, you could leave with a new artist to add to your playlists. Concerts can also be a great place to meet new friends who definitely have at least one common interest with you. Mosh pits are also another part of concert culture that add to the crazy experience, if you're at the right kind of show of course. For some reason people get a big rush out of pushing each other around, jumping, and most times throwing punches too. There are so many new and fun things to experience at concerts. and so many different kinds of concerts one could attend. The only bad thing about concerts is the sometimes inevitable cases of post concert depression you could leave with. Every show is different from artist to artist but, it is guaranteed to be one of the best times of your life.

week 14: why I deserve a dog.

    I am a simple girl. I don't care what kind of car I drive. I don't care what kind of clothes I have. I don't even care what food goes in my mouth, as a self proclaimed human garbage disposal. I don't ask for much in this life, but I feel there is one thing I truly deserve. I have lived in Huntington Beach, on my own now for 10 months, minutes away from the dog beach. So the fact that I still do not have a dog makes absolutely no sense. Every day I see people walking around town with their furry friends and a piece of my heart fractures every time. "Why can't that be me?" my heart solemnly cries every time I see a human with their dogs, strutting down the street. I walk dogs for an app called Wag!, and just walking someone else's dog for a little bit every day is enough to keep me in a good mood for days.  What I don't understand is why those people pay someone to walk their dogs for them. I would give anything to take my dogs back in Arizona on a walk every day. If only they weren't so dang far. Because I cant see my dogs every day, I have attempted to bring home a new dog several times. And every time something has gotten in the way and it hasn't worked out. For reasons totally out of my control too! So i'm gonna go ahead and blame this on the big guy upstairs... so what the hell God? Why can't I have a dog? I've spent days going to adoption fairs and rescues and researching breeders only to run into roadblocks every single time! Sounds a little suspicious right? Maybe Satan is the one doing this to me. Whatever... whoever it is, they better cut it out because summer is coming up. If I have to spend summer alone at the beach in this stupid state without a dog, I think I might just explode. I am a good person and an even better dog mom who is ready to devote her entire heart and soul to a cute puppy pal. So hopefully my days lacking a dog end very soon.

week 13: Sheldon

In the summer of 2014, my boyfriend sent me a picture of the smallest and cutest creature I'd ever seen. A red eared slider turtle the size of a quarter. He asked me if I thought the little guy was cute which of course, I did. Then he asked me if I wanted him which of course, I did. I was staying in California for the summer, but he told me that when I got back to Arizona the turtle was mine. I was so excited to come home to my brand new pet. I'd always had cute animal friends in the house. We had dogs, cats, bunnies, frogs, fish, and even rats, but never a turtle. Let alone the cutest turtle in the world. Since my boyfriend was the one who bought him out of the back of a van on the side of the road for $5, I let him have the pleasure of naming him. I should have known this was a bad idea because the last time I let him name a stuffed animal, he chose the name Beast. Like what the hell is that, right? But anyways, I let him name this turtle Sheldon. As if there aren't already a million turtles named Sheldon in this world. He was proud of the choice so I decided to let it slide, even though upon recent research we've discovered that Sheldon is a girl. Oh well. Before I arrived home from vacation, my boyfriend went out and got Sheldon the cutest little habitat. It was a circular little container with an island in the middle and two little palm trees. This was the perfect habitat for our little turtle when she was still the size of a quarter. In recent days, this space has become a bit to small for Shell.When I returned home from vacation that summer I couldn't be more thrilled with my cute little friend. Sheldon was the best gift I had ever received. I let her crawl around my room every day, threw her a birthday party, and even made her her very own Christmas greeting card. Sheldon never seemed to give back the love I gave to her though. And I do feel guilty because turtles can only grow to fit their habitat so with the small circle she lives in, she wont ever reach full size. She doesn't like crawling outside of her tank much anymore and is beginning to show signs of depression.She spends most of her days trying to flip herself on her back( a position in which turtles cant breathe) Although I love Sheldon I fear I will never be able to give her the love she needs to survive. She lives her life in a small circle as a tiny, sad, genderfluid turtle who's organs may implode on her at any time, so I suppose if she were to kill herself I would understand.I would be sad, but I cant blame her.