Stupid %$#@^& dog! My dumba%$ of a dog decided he was going to have a field-day of playtime, and was running up and down the stairs. I came out of my room carrying my digital camera and a pile of cd, and he rushes right infront of me trying to get down the stairs, almost causing me to go head first down them. My digital camera and cds went flying, and it turns out the plastic that holds the battery compartment of my digital camera shut broke when it dropped down 16 stairs. Carpeted, mind you. But still grrrr. Now because the battery compartment won't stay shut, my stupid camera won't turn on. I guess its partially my fault, but that stupid dog, he's getting underfoot soo much lately it's not even funny. My camera, thank god, has an extended warranty on it, so I'm going to exchange it for another on Saturday, but that's not the point. And then, of course, I threw a fit and spent a great deal of time yelling and cussing at the dog for making my day worse than it already was, and Grandmother had two old ladies over that she calls friends. I call them noisey old ladies who have nothing better to do than bug people, because that basically describes them to a tee.

On top of all this, I've been in a rant all week because one of my good guy friends is away til next Sunday, and he's usually the one I talk to about my personal life problems(I got in this huge fight with a couple of my good friends over something completely and utterly stupid, it's over now, but meh). I'll survive, but I guess its just an added on problem to my already hazardous situation. I feel like a hazard myself, but that's a whole other topic. Anyways, it's getting late, and I'm getting sick of typing, so later.