Day 29 of Camp P.

I guess it's "Test Payton on how far she'll go" week.

Today wasn't any more beautiful as the last couple days. Just a few moments ago, we let in our dogs. We kept them in the backroom so they couldn't get the cat food. Well, we thought Angel, our hurt dog, wouldn't go upstairs because it might effect her. The minute mom walks out of the room, I hear someone munching away on cat food. It was Angel. She hauled ass upstairs, without me noticing, and started hounding down the chow. I got PISSED. I tried shoving her away but that dog is powerful. She's a heavy weight Beagle who won't listen... Unless dad yells at her at the top of his lungs. I screamed, "I don't care if you're hurt!!" and shoved her ass downstairs. After she went downstairs, I stormed downstairs too, THREW the sliding glass door open, pointed outside and shouted, "OUT!" Angel immediately went outside but Benny took his time. He thought he was in trouble. He leisurely went outside, I slammed the door shut, locked it, went into the front (slamming the hallway door closed behind me), got more cat food and filled our cats' bowls.

I regret saying "I don't care if you're hurt" to Angel. I do care. I care 100%. I really hope Karma doesn't walk around the corner and smack me in the face. That's all I need... More pain in my heart. I feel as fragile as a twig and that's when the heartless strike. Yet I'm not sure how to cover up all of this agony. To tell you the truth, I want it to show. I want people to look at me and want to help me. I'm tired of just helping myself. If people really do care about me, they'll want to help the best they can. Besides, I don't feel the need to cover up my feelings. People shouldn't be so fake all the time.

Anyway... The only nice parts about today were ENGL and Math. ENGL was slightly successful because I got a good report on my first draft on test essay 2. People are starting to come up to me now during class and ask me for advice. They think I'm a good writer. I felt privileged to give them assistance. Then in math, I did well on a test. I think I got an A. I'm hoping so. That'll be cool.

ITAL was fine, I guess. Boring. I'm stressing on a project. We have to present an Italian region's dishes; at least 3. I don't know how to speak in Italian anymore! It's all gibberish to me now. I'm definitely not taking ITAL 123. I'm done. If I wish to learn more, I'll look through the book.

In 2 days, it is Valentines Day. You know what I'm going to be doing? Nothing. Because my valentine is all the way in California.

I hope nobody is carrying around giant pink teddy bears and a million red balloons. Jesus, if it's going to be as dramatic as high school, I'm staying home.

My valentines will be YouTube and a glass of milk. How 'bout that?

Street Scene, Manhattan

Hurricane Sandy swept through Manhattan, taking much of the city's power with it. I explored the streets for hours in pure darkness, trying to find any light that I could. The main source of light in the city came from first responders’ vehicles, food carts fighting the cold, and flashlights from dedicated pet owners. When this street was empty, I was unable to make out objects ten feet away.