The Cannon

I was awoken by Cat this morning, knocking on my bedroom door and asking if I knew whether we had any cotton balls in the house. I failed to see why this was of any importance, especially to interrupt my sleep for. Regardless, I got out of bed and put some pants on.
Other than the question for cotton balls, the first words I hear are "Rhiannon. Don't freak out."
Now, I'm usually a fairly anxiety-ridden individual on my best days. I thought maybe, the dog had died? Naturally, I freaked out. A little, at least.
Kenton's nose was bleeding profusely, and has been for the last thirty minutes.
"A Summer to Die" ran through my head more than once. Eventually, the bleeding did stop and everything is now fine. And boring.
Kenton has been sick for the past four? days. Cat is constantly irritable and bored, and the same goes for me, only I'm more used to dealing with the seclusion of living here. Plus, I've dealt with one class-no job all semester. I'm used to it all.
It helps that in less than two weeks we will all be busy as hell, only wishing we had a chance to sit down and have nothing on our agendas.

I haven't spent my time here visiting old friends, or even talking to them. Though, tonight I am supposed to go out with a few good friends from Highschool, I find myself just wanting to stay home. I'm practically forcing myself to go out and "socialize"(?) because I know that eventually once I'm there, I'll enjoy catching up. Besides, it's Marlees Birthday and no matter how lame and depressing the Unwinder can be, I'm sure with the right amount of alcohol and conversation I can find myself having a good time.

List of things to do before January:

1. Aundrea. Not actually "do" her, but she was kind of choked that I didn't come see her before leaving Flin Flon the last time. She's high up on my list, it's just hard to actually drag myself up and out of the house for more than an hour at a time.

2. Kim. Fuck. This one is pretty bad. I have no excuses, because her house is only fifteen minutes from mine. I only talked to her (excluding brief msn conversations) once all semester, and like, I realize that she wants to get together probably more than once. It's not a chore, it's just my lazy ass procrastinating.

3. Print off resumes. I have to order an ink cartridge online, so it'd just be easier to photocopy a shitload at the school. Not really as high on my priority list as it should be.

4. Sort through shit. Pictures, clothes, other junk. What am I taking? What do I need? What can I buy there? Not a lot since I have no moola. Despite that, I need to kind of get a hold of myself and start thinking about small things like this.

5. Stop fucking worrying so god-damned much.