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I didn’t get the coloring page done... I kept getting stuck on what to do with the rocks, and eventually just gave up and went a simpler route because the other method I was using was driving me nuts. It doesn’t look as well as I wanted it to, but at least I’ll get it done tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest. I only stopped working on it so I could get this entry done because I didn’t know how long it’d take me.

And now, as I write this, the kitten is trying to catch a moth that is flying around my monitor. Trying to read and type with a cat head and tail moving about in front of me is not easy. It’s super cute though. No! Kitten, the words appearing on the screen aren’t something you can play with! xd But, back to the journal entry...

This past week was America’s presidential election. Since voting third party is seen as a wasted vote, it was basically either Hilary Clinton or Donald Trump. Trump won the weird electoral college voting system America has, and Clinton won by popular vote. Now, I hate both candidates, I hate the electoral college system, and I’m not registered to vote, so maybe what I have to say doesn’t matter much, but I’m glad Trump won. Hillary was corrupt as sh*t, and probably would have started another war (possibly a world war), which may have gone nuclear, which would have ruined a good chunk of the planet. There is worry that Trump will make America regress some when it comes to rights, but I’d take that over another war which would come with many more deaths. Rights can be regained, lives can’t. And I know presidents tend to go back on some things they said they’d do when they became president, but I really hope he keeps to what he said about working with Russia. The two countries working together could help calm things down in Syria. If things cool off, maybe the refugees who left the area could go home, which would take some pressure off Europe where so many went to, which could make people in general happier.

Also, since the election, there have been people pissed about the results to a degree I’ve never seen or heard of before. I can understand being upset about not getting what they wanted, but the things they’re doing aren’t really acceptable. Damaging cities, blocking roads, beating people up because they didn’t vote the way the person/people doing the beating wanted the other person to vote. One woman even emotionally abused her kid by telling him he couldn’t live at home anymore because he voted for Trump in a mock election at school. The kid was in grade school! I just... ugg... None of this helps anyone. It just looks like they are throwing a temper-tantrum because they didn’t get what they wanted. That isn’t how you adult, people! And, because it seems almost like a requirement to say so, yes I know of the violence taken by the other side. Downside is that because I’ve seen so many people on Hilary’s side lie, and heard of people getting paid to start things, it makes me think that the stories are fake, or involve someone who was paid to be disruptive to the point of getting someone to attack them. I know this is wrong, but I can’t help it because of the behavior I’ve seen too many times now.

Let’s get away from worldly crap and into what’s gone on in my personal life: everything is relatively fine. My room mate finished the largest section of fence, and the property owner came by to look at it. He said that it was a good job considering that my roomy used mostly old pieces from the fence that fell down. There is one more section of fence to fix, then the dog will be able to run around the yard off the leash for the first time in a long while. She’ll love it. Though we’ve got to clean up the yard some more before that. See, the property owner not only came by to check out the fence, but to help haul away some large objects that we couldn’t get rid of because we didn’t have a vehicle to do so. The property owner is a really nice guy. One of the things hauled away was a windshield, which my room mate broke and folded up, which spread glass everywhere in this one area. I spent a good amount of time cleaning the bigger pieces up, but there are still smaller pieces around. We’ve got to do a good job of cleaning the glass up to keep the dog safe. So glad all that junk is gone though. It’s been there for so long.

Oh and while we were cleaning up the yard, a woman and her friend yelled at us. My room mate and I started moving things around in the yard as the property owner move his truck around to where the current gap is in the fence. My room mate moved one old rusty thing to the other side of the gap, and I guess they thought we were just dumping our junk into their area like inconsiderate assholes. The one vocal lady told us that they kept their area clean and that it wasn’t a trash can for us to use. No “Hi, what’re you doing?” just straight into the accusing us of doing something when she had no idea what we were doing. I said back that we were going to clean it up, but I don’t think she heard me (I’m not a loud person, so no biggy), and because of how she was acting, my room mate got angry at her. He didn’t do anything other than yell at her back telling her what we were doing. The interaction was brief but infuriating, and toward the end she said something about my room mate getting an attitude. I wasn’t close enough to interject at that point, but I would have said, “What would your reaction be if someone came over and started accusing you of doing something you aren’t doing and didn’t shut up long enough for you to get out an explanation?” I’m pretty sure her answer wouldn’t have been something akin to having rainbows shoot out of her a**. The conversation ended shortly after that with her saying “well, it’s cleared up now” to something my room mate said to her, and then she walked away with her friend. I don’t remember what exactly my room mate said. All in all, that was an awful way of meeting someone, though we probably won’t be talking to them again, especially once the fence section is repaired. My room mate and I have revisited the interaction once or twice since and it gets us pissed just talking about it. The property owner was quite a nice dude and offered to take away some of the ladies’ yard junk away as well (remember how they said they kept their area clean?), but the one loud lady couldn’t say yes without her husband’s say so. I guess the yard stuff is his stuff to deal with and she didn’t want to screw with anything.

As for why we decided to go through the broken fence section instead of another way (through the gate), it was a shorter trip, and there were less hazards in the way. The way through the gate had an uneven pathway, a palm tree (or is it just called a palm? Palm fern? Whatever), that would be difficult to maneuver around. Then there was the need to step up slightly onto the concrete slab that was the driveway/carport. Lots of ways to get hurt, none of which anyone wanted to experience, or take the risk of experiencing.

And lastly, because the property owner paid my room mate for fixing the fence, he was able to get traps. Because the traps are big and could break smaller bones, we’ve got to be careful about when it comes to pets. We’re both super careful to not let the pets into the kitchen. The next trap we’ll be setting will be under the bathroom sink. We discovered a hole that was chewed through the wall to under there and I heard a creature chewing on something in there. I taped the little door to that area closed to make sure anything that went in there couldn’t come into the rest of the house. I’ll be cleaning the area out tomorrow so we can put a trap in there. We didn’t set it tonight because we wanted to see how well the one in the kitchen worked out first. As of right now, we’re still waiting for it to catch something...

And since things seem kinda gloomy right now, even though things are going relatively well, I’m going to end this entry with a joke my room mate made over a few texts:

First text: Did the rat get on snapchat yet?
Reply: There’s a snapchat for rats? It must be doing that instead of getting killed.
Second text: If it gets in the trap, that’s the snap.. We can then chat about it later.

Not a great joke, but still kind of funny.

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