This habit seems to be forming: whenever I’m working on grad school stuff I inevitably start drinking. Although, this time is was her fault, not mine; damn, she can make a fantastic gee&tee. Anyway, it’s beautiful outside, I’m sitting on my porch, I’m wearing my first tank of the season and I can’t keep my eyes off the mountains.
Today I said goodbye to my best friend for the last 7 years. Louie was my first parrot, just a little budgie, a little “parakeet”, but if you met her, you learned that “parakeet” just meant she was small in stature. She was with me through all of the most difficult events of my life thus far. She was the only genuine supporter of my Michael Jackson phase. She’d sit with me for countless hours on tumblr, hence why my original URL was bloggingwithabudgie. She was my first pet that was actually mine and larger than a fish. It took me a year to convince my family that it was a good idea. And that little bird is the only regret that I have from doing the Disney College Program, because I missed out on spending that time with her. I love you, Louie.