My mother promised me that I could have a ball python after she and I attended the W.A.R.E. show a few months back. For a while, I did not believe her as I am rather prone to pessimism, but since everyone including her are constantly telling me to be more optimistic, I decided to allow myself to feel excited (something which I avoid doing whenever possible as past experience dictates that I should never become excited about anything as i usually regret it).

So...I prepared, made plans. Named the snake. Allowed myself to become attached. This is not something that I normally do. And all the while she continues to assure me that no, she is not going to suddenly take back everything that she says (during periods of time in which I have feelings of "this is too good to be true"). And then the facade is finally dropped. I ask her when she thinks we will be ready to call the breeder that is holding my snake. Suggest that we go out and by everything that will be needed for his husbandry the next day as I have finally saved up enough money. And she promptly tells me that she doesnt want me to buy a snake. Which...really sucks. Especially when I have been promised (and denied) numerous pets in my lifetime due to one thing or another (namely severe allergies to anything with fur or feathers) and finally found something that I like very much and which does not send me to the hospital with my throat closing up. No explanation. No nothing. I feel stupid for actually letting myself fall for it...again.

I usually don't talk about things like this, as it seems pointless. And I am sure that my whining comes off as rather selfish since I live under her roof and she takes care of me and everything. I'm just kind of depressed that another plan fell through. Which is dumb. I shouldn't care. Anywhoo, </end angst-ridden rant>