My dad and I went to the Humane Society today after my doctor appointment. The moment we walked in, my dad told me we weren't getting a dog today. I went in thinking "no dog today." I left thinking "Mission accomplished."

I adopted the greatest dog in the building. He's a one year old purebred Shetland Sheepdog. He's so sweet, and before I was even really attached to him, he was attached to me. I wasn't even thinking of getting him, but after a while I found myself unable to leave him. I asked a staff member if I could walk him around and as I wandered the shelter, I knew. This was my dog. We adopted him. We saved him. He's family.

His previous owners paid six hundred dollars for him and then claimed that they didn't have enough money to feed him. The humane society got him as a stray and made the owners give him up. He is nothing but skin and bones, though the lady we talked to said that he was a lot worse when he came in a week ago.

My dad and I could not agree on a name. I wanted to name him Seeley (bonus points if you get that), but no dice. We went through several names until I suggested Bones.

When I said Bones, I meant it in the context of the TV show. My dad laughed when I said it and that made me realize why. Our dog is nothing but bones! So there are two reasons why we settled on Bones.

I'm very, very happy that we adopted a dog, and I'm even happier that it was this one.

If you want to see him, he's here: [link]

It's been a rainy week here in Indiana. I forgot what the fall was like during this season, it's been so long since I've seen it.

Really starting to miss my friends and family out in California and Arizona. It's hard not being able to see them all the time or even talk to them. It's a good thing December's near.

Hmm.

I'm slightly considering moving back to California permanently. I think I just need a break from my dad, though. Like... a long one. We clash a lot due to opposing personalities soooo... yeah. We both need to get away from each other for a while.

I'm pretty sure my house is haunted.
And it makes weird sounds.

That's it I guess.
Happy November 19th.

I am going to go over every square inch of this house to find my mom's digital camera and the memory card that went with it, then I'm going to clear the memory card comepletely and do a Fall Out Boy series of photos where every picture is named and based on the title of a Fall Out Boy song title and then I'll make a collage of all of the pictures for one album and the collage's title will be the name of the album that the pictures are for.

I'll most likely do other bands besides Fall Out Boy, but that's the band I'm starting with. When I find the camera, I'm going to make a new account for this/these series and I'll post a journal with the link so you'll be able to see it.

Please do not judge the pictures because the name of them is from songs by the worst band in the world or the worse song in the world or because the ugliest guy/chic in the world is in that band or whatever other complaint you have. Judge the pictures for the photography and the photographer. Thant goes for anyone and anything. If you saw an awesome picture of a penguin by someone that loved your #1 Hated Band, would you automatically hate that picture and the photographer, or would you still appreciate the art of the photography despite who the photographer likes?

EDIT://

I'm leaving this up to you: should I do movies and books too, or just leave it at music? Or any random combination?

I'm utterly stoked about this movie.

I read the book--loved it.

Anyway, I'm pissed at the movie already.
Coraline's not supposed to have blue hair.

That is all.