The cat is knocking at my door. Mr. Gorbachev tear down this wall. One moment. Okay. Now his purring is overtaking my music. Sweetest cat on erf. Yes. Erf.
What has been going on… wait let me check what I have last posted. Ahah okay. So homecoming was good. (My cat was laying on my back and it felt good… then he moved… meh…).
Today (since it is Saturday) I am going to be working at my mom’s office… going to the store maybe, being picked up at 5 to go carve pumpkins and watch movies with Jennaaaay. ZOMG cat licked my ankle. Cold.
I don’t know. Blahhhhh. Yay kitty on my back! Sunday – mass at 8, coffee with Finn afterwards :), and then confirmation class. Then a week’s worth of homework.. haha Woo. Ouch claws.
My mom is spending the night. I think it’s weird that my parents are sleeping together. I mean the dogs have always slept between them… but it’s weird knowing that there are four people in this unit… I cleaned my room today and vaccumed like crazy. I am going to have Ned’s hair everywhere. Yeah he is the top fluffy one. That is my brother’s bed by the way. Mine is usually made… or at least my bed sheet is properly placed on my bed.
I feel like an emotional blender. I remember in some other post I mention blenders… but I can’t remember. Anyway Jerk is going to be asking out this girl once she gets back (it is like fall break or something). I don’t know… what exactly I feel. I am glad he will stop asking me ways to ask her out. I just… ugh. I don’t know. I really don’t. I guess she is pretty-ish. Her eyes are weird (like far apart) and her mouth bothers me. I think her roommate is prettier.
Finn shaved his head. Ahahaha oh dear. I kind of don’t want to think about how that will look. Short hair is okay… depending on how short it is. Buzzed and bald… can not handle. No. Just no. Eh. We shall see. We as in this and I.
Well. I am going to go work on my letter to Chomper. That will be platonic male friend’s official name (or your name if you actually have continued to look at this).
Only bad thing about this blog thing is I can’t write everything everything. Like. How much I hate so and so because I know so and so reads it. Or could stumble upon it. I mean some people I don’t care. But true feelings for some shall have to go in the Red Book. Ned is being a pest. I think he just ate a spider. Good boy.
