Update: bird. dead. that's it.
Update: The library says that I haven't returned one of the cds. I did. I scooped up all of them ALL of them, and put them ALL into the library drop off box. Now, they did a shelf check. it's not there, they say. Well, it's not in my bedroom. it's not my mom's desk. it's not in the library bag or school table. Not on the counter, on the floor, or in the living room. now, do tell, do you know where the stupid cd that is going to keep me from checking out things on my library card, waste all my money that I was meaning to put in the bank for college or buy a laptop with... do you know where it is???
oh, and mom? Please don't comment on this. I know what you're going to say, and I'm not really in the mood to hear about how I shouldn't take cds downstairs, that it's my responsibility, that I'm over reacting, or any mushy "have hope!" stuff. I get enough of that from my characters.