First off, I would like to apologize for my horrible writing. I never proofread because I am way to sloth-like. I go back sometimes and read these pitiful entries and think "Why do I even have this stupid thing?" Yet I still continue to write in it. Ponder that.

So...THINGS! On Wednesday, I had a road lesson, and then I went to work from 3-4. On the way home, my mom and I saw this white thing in the road, moving in a really weird way. At first I thought it was a white plastic grocery bag. But as we drove closer, we saw that it was a gorgeous white dog. It had just gotten hit by a car, and its tail and one of its legs were moving in unimaginable ways. Mom stopped the car, and we got out. It stopped moving seconds after we jumped out of the car. A puddle of the brightest, reddest blood I had ever seen in my entire life was on the ground next to the dog's mouth. I just stood there in shock. I had never seen anything like it. It doesn't sound like such a big deal,I mean it was just a dog, right? But it was so horrible to watch something so innocent suffer like that. I could almost feel the pain it had been in, when we had seen it twisting moments before. I felt like crying. The guy who hit it went into the street, and was shaking the mangled corpse to see if there was any hope at salvaging the poor things life. Failing, he dragged the dog's limp body over to the sidewalk. I've had a headache ever since then. And I know there are more disturbing things that have happend, that are happening, and that will happen. But this has just been bothering me for the past few days.

Today, I had my fifth road lesson. Cool conversations with Mr. G. He's a neat guy. I went over to Darcy's to help her clean a little bit. She fed me Fajytas, and then her mom brought me home around six. I went swimming and got eaten alive by mosquitos, but it was fun anyway. Then I fell asleep in my mom's room. And now, here I am writing another boring blog entry to you fine people. And with that, I must go. I love sloths, and I love you all!