My cousin is a disgusting pig and other news

So today was an interesting day for me.

I knew that my cousin Robert (you know, the crazy cracked out alcoholic one who spends to much time in the psych ward and The Alaska) was black listed and should never have worked at Boston Pizza. I did not know why he was black listed but was sure he had a list of offenses like selling drugs or renting a hooker or stealing or something fun like that. However, being me and trying to see the best in people (or in Robert's case being blind to just how bad people can be)I did not know he was black listed for making child pornography. I am disgusted and outraged. Being a victim of pedophilia, I know personally how damaging being a victim can be. Granted the stars were most likely teenage sluts who thought being super slutty while a crack head filmed them would be super fun, but whether these are the details or not for him to have been involved is despicable, abhorrent and makes me ashamed to be of the same bloodline

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My kitty cat, Bruce came in the house sometime yesterday after what we thought was a pleasant afternoon walk for him yesterday to later find him walking around with a limp tail, crying every time someone looked at it or tried to touch it. His tail was really swollen at the top of his tail near the base of his spine and he seemed to be in a lot of pain. We thought his tail might be broken so we took him to a kitty doctor. They gave him x rays but his tail wasn't broken. He got bit at some point the day before and the bite became infected. They lanced the owie, put him on antibiotics and anti-inflammatorys and sent him home. Cost us nearly 500$ but he looks adorable in his plastic cone.

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I sort of spent my day today looking at different hair styles and it got me thinking about how excited I am to be leaving Dawson Creek this September and for a few weeks this April. I really just want to start over somewhere new. It's not even that I hate Dawson, it's that I want to be around a fresh new group of people. I realize that we're all just people and so no matter where I go there will still always be douche people and not-so-douchy people. I get that, but what's really important is they don't know me, who I was, who I've tried to be, what I've done, any of the mistakes I've made. I get to be who I want to be. I get to fully embrace who i am now and who I'm trying to be without their opinions being clouded by the things I've done or didn't do.

I don't really have any sort of style for myself and I'm just starting to get more into the hobbies and sports that I enjoy and I want to find out more about myself. I want to accomplish more things work on some of my lesser qualities like my laziness and my vanity. I would like to find my own style in clothes, hair, make-up, home decor, writing, drawing, swimming and socializing. I feel like I'm hiding bits of myself from people. Only after half a year of working at Boston Pizza am I starting to really show myself to people. I want to learn how to do that from the beginning. I want to combine High school Lindsay with the shyer, more adult Lindsay I am now and show that to people. New people.