not sure if you're a boy or a girl

What’s this? Two updates in one week? The world must be about to implode. Some important things have happened in life. I got into Imperial College London, which is ranked 4th in Europe for physics and I got rejected from Cambridge, but I’m the least upset of anybody I know. I got over Cambridge back in December.

Life is incredibly busy with the play and all. I’d prefer to have my Saturdays back. Supposedly I need to cook, but mom won’t give me a schedule of non-vegetarian meals. I don’t really have time to cook en masse and then pack it away in little tupperware containers to sit in the fridge until the powers that be deem it necessary.

Oh, look. A third paragraph. How novel. I don’t really have anything to say in a third paragraph. I just wanted to write one. I’ve been really worried about Figaro recently. He’s not getting any younger and the last year has been really rough on him. He’s gone from being mostly retired to fully retired. His arthritic joints aren’t even holding up to light walking these days. In the last year, he’s become a cancer patient and gained a chronic sinus infection. I’ve been thinking and his quality of life is becoming a legitimate concern. When we first bought him, I agreed that if there came a point that he was miserable and in pain with no chance of treatment, we’d put him down. He’s still happy and enjoying his life as a pasture ornament. But my greatest fear is that he’s going to take a turn for the worse while I’m at college. I don’t know. He’s Zabeg’s age. Bookie’s death just suddenly made Figaro’s mortality very real to me.