Life After Graduation

As we all know (or don't) I graduated on Sunday. It's officially SUMMER VACATION! ...well sorta.
A. The weather has not been up to par.
B. Technically, I don't think I'm supposed to have a summer vacation, but I'm giving myself one anyway...and
C. I don't have any of my summer girls living close to me!
(Yes, I realize I have other friends--but all my close friends are at least 35 mins away or more.)
So ERICA STICHER, JESSICA HERSCHBERGER, & SAM SANFORD... Thanks for ruining my life!!!! Okay kidding. I'll be fine. (I hope) But on a side note--my dad DID inform me that he and my mom are "worried" about me because I don't have any close friends living near by. (Obviously they know that I need my friends to stay sane.)

Which brings me to my next point. 2 days after graduation...it hit me.

I'VE ALREADY GONE INSANE!

Tuesday night ... we went to Hilltop Restaurant. Afterwards, we got home, and I thought "hmm it's really nice out..I should go play with the horses or something!" (BAD IDEA)

P.S. My definition of "playing" consists of brushing them.

So I go get Bill--my dad's horse because I thought it'd be nice to get all his nasty winter hair of of him and make him look all pretty. Bill and I trot in to the tying post, and I start brushing away. It's not long before Bill is pawing at the ground, turning circles so fast, trying to pull back and rip the post out of the ground, and breathing out of his nose so much I thought he was trying out for Running of the Bulls. I finally untie him, and decide to put him away when my dad comes out to help. I take him back to the field, and literally all the horses are going nuts. They looked like wild stallions running, bucking, and kicking around the field. (It was actually quite beautiful, but there goes my fun idea of "playing" with the horses.)

So I moved onto the pigs!
(BAD IDEA)
We have 3 little piggies that aren't so little anymore, that I insisted we get! Yeah, well they're not the friendliest little guys, which kinda takes the fun out of having them. (I'm working with them!) So I get in the pen with them. (All I wanted to do was pet them!!) Well, they were gonna have none of that, and they attempted to bite me as they "barked" at me. I'm pretty sure at this point I said something out loud like: "Fine! If you don't wanna play, I'll just leave!"

Which brought me to the goat.
(BAD IDEA)
Buckwheat is our only goat--and he's a fainter goat. He doesn't actually faint like he's supposed to. I think his "fainter" is broken. :) Haa! So I decide HE could use a good brush down. I sprint to the shed to get my curry comb, and I head back. Well, Buckwheat is fine to pet, but evidently he doesn't like to be groomed. He proceeded to stand on his back two legs, attempting to charge me with his rather large horns. I was having none of it, and I left.

Then there was Duke. (Or Scooter...yes my dog does have 2 names)
(BAD IDEA)
Duke came running to me when I got in the office and I thought.."FINALLY! Someone likes me!!"
Nope. He turned around and ran back to his chair. I called for him, he didn't care, so I went back in the house.

It didn't dawn on me until after the fact, that I just attempted to HANG OUT with animals, and they all rejected me. (Next time I'm gonna try the cows.) So as you can see...I need my friends to stay sane.

....and now I know why my parents are worried about me.