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hehe…kitties always look busy but they’re really thinkin deeply
I remember (as I fell asleep) that I would probably -not- remember my last thoughts, so here I am writing in
hopes that they’ll come to light =-.0=
what spurred this particular entry though was something I don’t understand…not sure if it’s something left
over from stuff that -didn’t happen- or if it’s jus a personal opinion. generally personal opinions don’t make me
sick-to-my-stomach, though.
I remember a few times when Michael (and no, it wasn’t Mike who spurred the nausea. I feel the way whether
he’s in the picture or not.) would attempt to role-play with me. for example:
On the night we got pulled over in the parking-lot of the Albertsons near his house, when we got home later that night he role-played a cop “strip-searching” a criminal (me). While he did this, I felt really really weird and
wished I were anywhere but there, but he seemed to like it so I sorta zoned-out. I guess I did that a lot with him.
I’m slowly realizing the reasons for self-comfort. If you are happy with the current situation, you are -totally- there.
no part of you is hidden or locked away elsewhere, or “zoned-out” or whatever. those around you feel closer
to you when you aren’t hiding behind shells or walls (depending on your species). I grew up with people around
me rarely looking out for my comforts, they all seemed to be trying to make me as un-comfortable as possible.
I never really noticed it cause I was busy being elsewhere, I guess, but since meeting several people who
care about those around them as much as themselves, I’ve realized lots of stuff. I understand my need for
exploration, of meeting/finding new people, things like that. Basic human instincts, I’ve always known and
never known -why-, and lately a lot of my whys have been answered, which is -very- unexpected since I always assumed I’d die not knowing. =0.-=
at any rate
I’m fairly certain my thoughts-before-slumber last night were based on love (not feeling it, analyzing it)
We all depend on it for our self-worth, and when someone who’s caused drastic (and not-so-drastic) change in
your life suddenly isn’t there anymore, you wonder if you’ll be the same person now that they’re gone. It’s very
important to understand that change comes from within, not from the rock-solid assurance that the person who
brought about the idea/change/thought (whatever). If you like that aspect of yourself (and it’s relatively simple/easy to maintain) then you’ll still be that person. I guess clingyness comes from wanting the continued
assurance that someone so important to you and to your -self- will always be near. Which now reminds me of
what I was thinking before falling asleep.
Memories…=0.-=
For some reason, Michael sprang to my mind (a picture of him smiling like he did in rare moments) and I felt
like crying, which made me pause, because not only have I said it but I also know/feel, that I never ever loved
Michael. So I analyzed it to make it go away :F (I usually cry from memories late-at-night anyway, jus wondered why him, so yea. :F)
I figured out that it’s not necessarily the person you miss, but the situation. That made sense cause when I pictured Mike and his smile, I also remember feeling a sort of happiness/belonging (another rare moment when it comes to Mike) because usually my jokes were too stupid for him/his friends (uh huh, fricken pot-smokers). anyway <..> (which is why I wondered at my feelings last night)
so I realized I felt longing/sad/like-crying because of the rare instant of having done something right, of feeling
like a whole person, etc.
In almost all of my relationships, I have, for the most part, “zoned-out” the months after the first couple months, which is why when I remember those relationships I have a sort of melancholy feeling toward them. I miss those first few months, but not the ones after them.
Knowing this, I can watch myself more closely and try to make myself more comfortable so that I won’t end up zoning out a good portion of any more relationships, whether bf/gf or friendships, whatever. I have always felt like less of a person because I never understood why I got “bored” with a relationship, when in reality I didn’t want to make the other person aware of my feelings by telling them I didn’t like something or I liked something else. I’ve always been a hidden hidden-person, emitting someone who shares-all-feels-all (and I do, to some extent) but never actually showing anybody my real-me, my me-me. Another of my “whys”, as in “why should I, what would you care?”
and the reason for caring is so that you’ll be more open and make them feel like more of a person, and in doing that you’re being more of a person, etc…
opening up to someone else causes them to open up to you (I noticed this from the emitting thing, when I’d really not be open at all, a lot of people would open up to me).
at any rate.
I think I’ve run out of stuff to say and have gotten all of what I -did- want to say on…uh…pixel-screen-thing.
not that anybody’ll actually -read- this cept me, but it’s handy for future-reference type stuff.

the weekend started off…well, dun wanna get into that cause it’ll make me hide behind my hair again -.-
anyway
TJ picked me up while Niki was finishing up the dying of her hair. He dragged me to taco bell where he consumed the rolled-up tortillas with grated cheese dipped in nacho sauce, with breadsticks on the side an stuff :F
anyway.
other stuff.
we picked up Niki and squeaked moosie and stuffs, got on the freeway and started for so-cal. was lotsa fun.
on the way we made lots of stops for what I would later learn was the potty-ride. :F
There was lots an lots of fog and it was really hard to see, not to mention too many idiots turned their brights on so they could better see the particles of dust in front of their eyes *nod*

TJ finally convinced me to eat at a truck thingymajiggy and apparently a fork was forgotten so I ended up eating salad with my fingers that was amusing. VANILLA COKE RULEZ!
okies.
after we got back on the highway an stuff someone called and TJ told them we were about an hour and a half away, so I assume that was John…:F
after eating about half of the salad thingy with my paws, TJ excitedly pointed to green lights in an escalator-to-nowhere shape. very intriguing. :F that was a fun ride
anyway
we got to John’s house like around 12 or 1, don’t really remember. it was really hard to fall asleep cause it was a new bed and stuff, and I was feeling sorta abandoned an stuff, plus my tummy hurt from not eating and then eating and yea. anyway.
we woke up bright and early and then fell back asleep, Niki drew on me and I drew on her while TJ grabbed a shower (got pics of stuff). Finally got to Disneyland around 11:30 or 12 (I think it might’ve even been 1) and uhm…first things first, the potty ride. :F
After that, we went to get flash-pass thingies for the indoor ride in the star-wars area…:F then went to the star tours and wasted time there (after wasting time in a store). very interesting, star tours was. :F it dumped us out into the same store we’d jus wasted time in, so we mentioned this as we wandered elsewhere. I don’t really know the names of all the rides an stuff. there were lots of lines, and lots of rude people. Apparently also lots of tummys and converse :F
*pets Niki’s tummy*
oh oh, and in almost every pic of Niki from DL, she’s showing off her tummy *giggle, pets tummy again*
anyway :F
after going on lots of rides and playing in the arcades and stuff, and after Niki reported to the game people that several of their machines had coin-jams, we wandered around a bit more and then went to eat at uhm…a pizza place…:F I forgot the name, oh well :p
they had not-good bread, but yummy cherry coke :F *burp* and yea :F
after eating we went to innoventions and I realized shortly after we got inside that I had to go to the bathroom, which would’ve been my -very- first ride on the potty-ride. :F
I put it off as long as I was able, even managed to push a couple non-ddr pads that really sucked an stuff. played with sega fish and a virtual hotel thing that really sucked, and uhm…
in this one area, there were several stands with two laptops on each stand, all pointed via a browser at google.com.
I loaded a lorikitty page in the browser and tj got a pic of me with the laptop, a large picture of me -on- the laptop. really silly
finally went on the potty-ride, felt much better, and all three of us soon realized it was really sleepy in the cuddle-pile near the restrooms, so we were very much ok with leaving
we made sure to get our hands stamped so we wouldn’t want to come back, then made the grand trek to the parking garage where we promptly departed :p
A slight detour near a mall further displayed the level of sleepiness we were all enduring and we quickly decided to just call it a night (around 7:30/8) so we headed back to John’s house.
I took a soak (bath, but I call it a soak cause it took half an hour to fill up the tub, and I was soaking after I finished cleaning myself and the water was to the top an stuff) and yea :F while shaving TJ came in an asked if I’d eat pizza, to which I nodded and yea…very happy to eat pizza <.<
I finished up about ten minutes later and went out to the living room where John and Niki were watching tv/talking, and I dripped water on the carpet from the ends of my hair. :F
that was fun, and then TJ came back with pizza and John ate a couple pieces, then went to take a shower :F
I dragged TJ onto the couch and we snuggled Niki for a while until John got out of the shower and we got really sleepy and went to bed (and left poor Niki alone cause she wanted to sleep, too :F)
it was apparently still early when we went to bed, cause TJ and I talked for what felt like hours, about anything and everything and stuff. :F when I finally looked at his cell-phone, it was 1am, which shocked me cause I was sure it was like, 3 or 4 very -very- sleepy, lol
I slept really nicely that night, was almost-refreshed for the next day when Niki came bounding in, fresh from her shower, and woke us up *grumble grumble* but I can't complain cause she was warm and stuff and nestled between us =^.^=
uhm…:F
so, Sunday morning, bright and early, we woke up and dusted off and bounded downstairs after finishing up packing, only to find TJ helping John finish fixing his truck
so Niki and I went back into John's house and admired his kitchen. I wanted to fill the sink with soapy water and do his dishes justice, and she wanted to grab a mop. Instead we wandered through the various dates-on-labels. Found a phone-book from 1979…very admirable also found a jar of applesauce (without sugar) that was still sealed, dated 1989. I must commend John on his restraint when it comes to delectables such as no-sugar applesauce
there were also some boxes of turkeys/hens on the floor near a game and stacks of newspapers that said [keep refrigerated]. very happy to find them occupied by something other than turkeys/hens. :F
after exploring the kitchen, we wandered downstairs again to see how done the guys were, then I snagged the bag of pig-tail cheetos and dragged Niki upstairs to chat an stuff on the couch cause it was cold outside :F
we finally got on the road around 1 (after dropping off a game cupboard thingy and picking up a pinball machine) and went to jack-in-the-crack to eat breakfast/lunch stuffs. they don't make it til you order it, and not for at least five minutes after you've ordered it.
aaaand, after all that stuff, and after TJ scribbled into bubbles on a cardboard paper thingy and got his picture taken, we finally got into Magic Mountain and wheeee…that was fun fun fun :F
very very very few people there. Lines were really short, and we managed to get on nearly every ride cept for deja vu, psyclone and of course the closed-down X (and the other rides that were closed. as you can tell, I don't know what rides I went on very well :p)
I'll make a list of what I remember:
Revolution
Viper
Ninja (2x)
Riddler's Revenge
Superman
Goliath
Colossus
Gold Rusher
Potty Ride
Orient Express
Merry-go-Round
we almost went on The Ride, but the line was too long. Got a picture of The Ride,
also got a pic with me being above the required height to go on batman, with Niki's silly-cute mind warping the sign so my head hid the "Bat" part, and I was tall enough to go on the "man" ride.
blaah, lots an lots of fun :F
Niki din't go on the superman cause it was scery…we missed her scritches while waiting in line ;.;
we went on Ninja as our last-ride, and there were some people with bags to "distribute" (in their group) and I offered to hold one (mumbled it so only TJ/Niki could hear) and uhm..ya :F
there was a girl with black converse, she'd drawn flames on the toes of them and TJ thought that was really neat and took a picture
oh oh, and in the line for Goliath, Niki tied my hair to the queue-rail when I leaned back (I was getting uber-hyper from going on rides all day, making lotsa noise an stuff) and when I tried to stand back up, I was stuck :p
she undid it and TJ wanted to see/take a picture, promising to take my hair out of the knot after, so I aquiesced and yea pics of that. Niki mentioned I should be glad she hadn't double-knotted it…I am glad :p
uhm…oh oh, and in the line for Colossus, we saw a girl who Niki an TJ say was imitating Kelly Osbourne. :F She had hair that was kinked and looked like it was better-formed earlier in the day when it was still in perfect form, dark purple pants tucked into calf-length boots, and a shirt that showed off her belly and lack of breasts (she must've been 9 or 10.) Her fashion sense seemed a bit 80s, and she was born in the 90s…so yea I felt cheated or something :p (dun make fun of me cause I wasn't born in the 70s ;.; )
uhhhhm…hrm. :F
before the last ninja-ride, TJ found the arcade that had Panic Park in it. He got pics of it, Niki took one of TJ and I playing it, and Ken is sposed to be jealous that TJ got to play -both- the sega-fish game, and the Panic Park game, this weekend (cause Ken played Panic Park in vegas)
After the ninja-ride and last ride on the orient express, we left the park, managed to sneak onto the first tram that came by, then headed off to search for food. Niki got a bagel and some yummy meat at Von's (I mentioned muffins.txt), TJ got a 36-count box of chocolate cookies and a nacho adult-handisnack thing from lunchables, then took us to del taco where we ate other foods :F
finally got on the road and I fell asleep almost instantly (around 7:30) due to lack-of-sugars :p
I slept until I heard Niki mentioning I'd been asleep since we left (which was after we'd stopped at a gas-station and I'd rearranged myself to be layin with my head in TJ's lap and my legs in Niki's lap) and they must've worn me out or something :p
I stayed awake until after we'd dropped Niki off in SJ and gone to Mercado to get the Tsumo's pc (cause it had a boot failure problem again), taped over the broken ddr-pad and then gone home to TJ's house an climbed in bed :F
finally fell asleep around 1:30 or 2 I guess, and woke up around 9 (slowly woke up, din't actually get -out- of bed til like, 10:30) showered, then TJ dropped me off at home and I only had to stand outside for 20 minutes before someone opened the door. woohoo
and that basically brings me up to now :p aside from telling my mom (first) that I'd be moving out soon so it'd be easier on my parents financially an stuff, discussed/patted the subject (while it was up) and I think both my parents are feeling ok about it. I hope things aren't different tomorrow :F
aaaand, thus I close my journal for today and this weekend.
HAPPY MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. DAY!
and yayy for Niki not having to work at the Martin Luther King Jr. Library today :p (my big toe still hurts, I feel your pain Niki) and sucks bout Friday, but oh well :p
I'll prolly elaborate on feelings an stuff tomorrow (today's feelings, how OK my parents are with me movin an stuff)
anyway.
fun stuff

stuff’s a lot worse than I previously thought apparently and I’m not gonna have any time to save
any kind of money here cause my parents are moving and stuff :F
I din’t realize the dire straits my parents were in (not fully) until tonight when I walked downstairs
to get some water =-.0=
apparently that’s a precious commodity too, now. so no more water for kitty. cept what’s left in my
water bottle :F
TJ fixed my bike and it works now and I’m very very happy about that :F it makes things much easier.
:F
there was -much- talk on the part of my parents (both of them) about moving to arizona. apparently
it’s much nicer there. dad also proceeded to comment on the number of cowboys who deal with
cows on a regular basis (he seems to think I go for the tall muscular macho-men, or something. no
idea why he thinks that.) to which I responded, “I’m sorry dad, but I’m not looking for a boyfriend”
and mom said “well!” and patted my knee and said “I’m sorry” or something…was really weird and
a momentary thing that I heard while somewhat sleepy in a darkened room. so yea :F
at any rate.
this weekend will be about having fun and stuff :F
yea =-.0=
bleh…not feeling very good. brought up the subject of moving out to my parents, or not going with
them (cause I like it here) and they both told me that california sucks and I should leave. I told them
I didn’t want to leave =0.-= I’ve probably been to more states than either of them combined, so…:F
I really dun wanna go to arizona.
I want to stay here with my new friends and TJ and the smog and the cold sunshine and hot rain :F
anyway.
met niki last night, she’s really really fun and she kissed my forehead EEP!! and uhm scritched my head
a lot :F
I think we’re gonna have lots of fun on the so-cal trip thingy :F
*squeaks niki’s moose*
:F
uhm…stuff :F
other option was mom borrowing money from my grandparents as a downpayment on a not-so-mobile-home :F
wheehehehhe…my grandparents are bitches. :F I wouldn’t trust them as far as I could throw them.
I remember when we moved in here, I told my parents they shouldn’t do it cause we’d be living under
the constant watchful eye of both my grandparents, since they’d bought the house to outbid the other
people (we could’ve paid for it cept the other people wanted it too so we had a fight of sorts) anyway it
ended up being more expensive than we could handle so we got my grandparents in on it and now they
own a large portion of it. sucks.
before, we lived in a not-so-mobile-home that was fully paid for, only about 700/800 a month including utilities
and sometimes 600. depended on how much we used, etc. we’d still be living there, except grampa “fixed”
the water heater and managed to puncture the place where the water-heater sat so that we got mice and
didn’t know where they came from until we moved out and saw the hole in the wood stuff. very pissifying.
if we’d -known- about it, we’d have fixed it…and bleh…wouldn’t be in this damn position. I’d be happily
sleeping on the couch and peter would have my old room and mom-and-dad would be in mom’s old room
and it’d be cozy-liveable, plus I could get inside at all hours of the night cause I know -every- secret to
getting into that house.
anyway.
a lot of why I didn’t want to move was cause mom’s social security checks are almost a sure-thing, if they were to suddenly become an unsure-thing, they’d give us quite a bit of warning (like three years) and yea. we were
comfortable, we had enough money to live and eat on mom’s checks alone, and dad working on top of that
would’ve saved a shitload of money and he’d probably have finished patenting and copyrighting everything
by now.
hind-sight is a beautiful thing when you’re not looking at it while it’s stuck up your ass.
jus wanted to vent that I -told- them not to move, and they did anyway.
some people are a lot smarter than they look :F

the panther-dream is one that I’ve had a few times…:F that’s not to say it is good or bad…
had one last night, and it brought back the memory of the other one I remember.
while in the shower I assessed the reason for panthers in my dreams. they represent
the result-of-love, versus love itself. after figuring that out, my dreams made a whole lot more
sense.
in the eddie-panther-dream, he and I were living in an encampment of sorts. it was in the middle
of nowhere, surrounded by lots of nothing, but it was full of somethings. the houses were little
huts made of bamboo, raised many feet above the ground to keep the people inside safe from
the wandering panthers. in the eddie-dream, panthers were -very bad-, not in the least bit good.
in the instance in which my dream occured, eddie was gone (stepped out, would be back) and
I was waiting for him, think I was either hungry or had to go to the bathroom, so I climbed out of
the safe hut to do something important and saw that there were panthers everywhere, they’d
invaded the encampment and were destroying everything, along with some men who’d brought
them. I tried to escape by jumping back up into the hut I shared with eddie, and running to the
bathroom (bathrooms are also symbolic in my dream. the only true safe place to be. oh, and I
guess I was hungry, and that’s why I left the hut, since we had a bathroom in our hut.) anyway,
I shut the door and locked it and pulled out a drawer so the door wouldn’t open if the lock was
broken, but the panthers managed to get in anyway. Eddie came home (a little late) and I woke
up dead.
the dream I had last night was about Emotion, my furcadian husband. last night I also went through
some jealousy issues cause of emo doing things with someone else and I finally came to terms with
my feelings toward him and let him go. which is why I had the dream about him.
we were travelling through a sorta grassy/nature-esque area, with water/ponds and the entire
place was absolutely ridden with panthers.
one thing I also deduced was the setting/area of the dream is a representation of love. not the product
of he love, but love.
the panthers scared me, though they didn’t seem particularly volatile, so Emotion carried me on his
back while we walked through the area. the panthers seemed to be completely at ease with Emo,
and I stopped being scared of them (while on his back) but was still too nervous to actually walk
beside him. we finally got to a place where we had to go straight up and stick our feet into crevices,
and pull ourselves up. was very scary, and the walls were covered in slime and smelly stuff and
dead skunk juices an stuff. in the entire dream, emo and I didn’t communicate by speaking, rather
by almost telepathic means…we just seemed to know what we were thinking/feeling. so emo
started up the incline after taking me off his back, and encouraged me with his thoughts so I
could follow him and not lose my footing. I trusted myself and started up, and when the sides got
scarier and slimier I saw him almost lose his footing which scared me cause how could I do it if he
almost slipped? but it was ok, and I made it -by myself- to a sort of plateau area…very odd place, grassy,
and there were a lot of people there. emo and I settled ourselves in a spot, and then he leaned over
and unzipped my pants, then stuck his hand inside (which caused me to move away and get scared,
cause there were people around and I wasn’t expecting it), which he’d threatened to do at some point
(and I ‘remembered’ it as he did it) but not in awake-land, in my dream I remembered he’d threatened.
He laughed at my response, reminding me of his threat, and I glared/whatever at him and then my
dad woke me up to take a shower (cause water was gonna be off soon)
so yea.
that’s what I dreamed last night. the emo-dream.
:F
might post more stuff later tonight.

hehe…
I think playing in the grass on the other side versus seeing it is making me tempermental :F
I’m enjoying a sense of freedom (gettin it a couple times a week now :F) and when I get home, wham.
I feel confined and … well, needed is good, but I feel like I’m an excuse or something. anyway.
Apparently my mother tried to wake me up this morning (around 7:40) hehe, not very good at waking
up that early. specially when I jus fell asleep at 2:30 :F (was up late reading <.<)
mom needed stuff to make her feel better from walgreens and she tried to wake me up so I could
chaperone (she tends to get lost due to permanent meds) but was entirely unsuccessful, so she told
dad she'd be fine, and apparently she is, she's still alive and she was home when I went downstairs.
I din't get scolded (for not waking up) but dad threatened to disconnect the phone line or something…
not really sure…at any rate. other things are piling up, issues with money and places-to-live and food,
diapers, little brothers who need watching, stuff like that. jobs in my father's field are scarce, so he's
been lookin for a job for a while (scarcer due to his age, he's over 50) and it looks like we're gonna have
to move out. dad's lookin into arizona or some place -other- than california, and I like it fine here, so I'm
really getting harried and needing to find a job and find a place to stay. =-.0= feeling a little better after
doing some research. in the immediate area, there're some decent places whose owner(s) are lookin for
renters, very very reasponably priced. Even with minimum wage I could handle it. I don't eat much so
that's not a problem :F
one person who's renting mentioned a restaurant/waitressing job, and I'm short and stuff, but I'm more
physically…proportional? than I was in the previous months, so I think I could do ok at a job like that
in appearances. I'll jus have to learn to balance large trays of food and such :F
I'm open for pretty much any job at this point, cept for selling my body. =-.0=
not really sure what else to put here today.
watched peter for a couple hours while dad took mom to the doctor. she hasn't been feeling well at all
today. apparently she finally threw up in the car on the way home, then blew her nose and her ears
unclogged, and now she's feeling a lot better. that's always good
pray for me please (unless ya dun pray, then jus think good thoughts at me and for my family especially.
I hope they'll be able to do alright without me. I mean, they were fine when I wasn't here, right? they should
be fine if I am not here again. =0.-= I've got lots of stuff that makes me not want to leave california, and
especially San Jose. I grew up here, know the area pretty well, not to mention I live damn close to
one of my favorite parks, Great America (and no I dun mean the towing company) :F
anyway <.<
*wiggles ears*
stuff. :F

yea, big woohoo, my first entry =-.0=

thank you anthie, for giving me a code :F

I’ve been bitey today. TJ noticed I was doin :F a lot and it’s mostly cause I was growly when I woke up.
got woken up by a phone-call from my gramma, knew somethin foreboding was gonna happen, so I
hung up (realized mom had already answered) and tried to go back to sleep. even my tj-pillow din’t help =0.-=
oh well.
anyway.
my day was slow and stuff :F
grouched at mom about Biz (she uses it to soak clothes) cause she was blaming me for it being hidden/missing =0.-=
anybody who knows me -knows- I’m grouchy like…never. I stomped upstairs and a few minutes later mom came in and
said stuff (I wasn’t even listening) and finally ended with a question-voice, so I listened, then went downstairs and found
the box of biz (it was next to the washingmachine on its short side).
around 11/12, we finally went to the laundromat where I started feeling a lot better cause people were incompetent and
that made me feel useful (cause I helped them). also have clean clooothes! whee :F
I love how they smell :F
uhm…
after we folded the clothes, we went home, cept mom had trouble believing she could turn at the corner where we live so
we ended up going around for ten more minutes, which I was fine with cause there was a song on the radio I’d wanted
her to hear (heard it yesterday and the piano reminded me of mom and I wanted her to hear) and it ended just as we
opened the garage, where mom promptly ran into one of the cupboards sitting in the garage…
she’s really been over-tired lately. she put her face in her hands and was about to cry cause she broke the car, so I got out
and kicked the cupboard back and moved away so she’d feel like I wasn’t down-her-throat, and she managed to get in
without anymore cupboards breaking. very lucky :F
dad was playin with peter (who wasn’t sposed to be awake yet, not til mom and I got home) and dad had jus finished making
soup/breakfast for himself, and peter started hounding him for some, “I WANT SOUP! I WANT SOUP!” (might add peter’s
only had chili, never had soup)
so, I said, “I’ll make some soup, dad.” and gave peter about 1/3rd of it in his little winnie-the-pooh bowl, then sat down with
my bowl and a quesadilla and showed him how to eat soup. he slurped from the bowl jus like his big sister hehehe
he also finished his soup and wanted more, and kept putting his tortilla in the bowl and dumping the tortillas from the bowl
onto the plate/table. anyway
oh, and before I’d gone downstairs to help feed peter, TJ asked me if I wanted to go to so-cal with him this weekend, so I
went downstairs to eat/ask dad, and dad said yus :F he started telling me bout how his mom took him and his brothers-and-
sisters to disneyland when they were kids, and then went on to wonder how she managed to do it with five kids in the
folksvagen. later he voiced worried about fog.
got a call a bit ago from TJ, sayin Niki wanted to go with us to so-cal. not sure how I feel about it cause I’ve never met her,
and cause I have trouble with females for some reason…not me with them, but they with me? they like to pick on me. anyway.
I think it’ll be fun, even though I dun know her, and I hope she’ll be nice an stuff :F
*shows her fangs*
we’re both kittys, so =-.0=
it should be okie.
(if I spelled Niki’s name wrong, I’m sorry =-.0= I’ve only heard it spoken, over the phone.)
Sebastian and I cammed for a while on yahoo, he’s very cute and stuff =0.-= din’t really get a good look at him last time he was on
cam, but I did now, and he is cute =^.^= we also doodled on the yahoo doodle board thingy and drew silly stuff, and we “tied”
at tic-tac-toe cause my goal was to make as many angles as possible, and his goal was to make a row.
anyway.
anyway!
yus.
this has been my day :F
thanks again, anthie!
*hughughugs and snuggles*