(subj: cats)

  1. Scott’s old owner gave him to someone else.
  2. We got a 5 month old kitty for free.

… Yeah. We wanna call her Kiki, but Priscilla says it’s gay… so I let her call her Key. 😊

And now Priscilla says she wants Kate to buy her alcohol… 😅

(subj: cousins etc.)

Whenever I’m in a “pissy” mood, I call up David (and this time, Esther picked up, but she has almost the same effect) and I cheer up. The catch is, if bofu eavesdrops, he starts hollering about David talking to girls instead of doing his homework and still sounds cranky when David tries explain it’s just-Rebekah-I-mean-新心 (Uncle Caleb’s english is negligible) and already-did-his-homework (although I would never take a bet… that’s why I call, to associate doing homework with happy cousin on the phone. He’s doing alright, really.

Anyway, I ended up with pissy Priscilla, mood swings and all. I can’t tell if she’s BSing me or what. Yes, she did have a cut on her toe, but it’s her own fault for wearing flip flops and I really think for an anti-cry person, she complains quite a bit.

I don’t believe in talking back to one’s parents. There’s a thin line between that and standing up for oneself, but I do try to keep it clear. I can’t believe, sometimes, the way she talks to her mom. It’s awful. One of her favorite things to say to gugu is, “and it’s all your fault”… Another is the F bomb.

My birthday was rather nice. Jennifer remembered, Yurika sent me a comment, and Kelly bought me a mud pie ice cream pie/cake thing. We had it for lunch the day after… not Kelly, though. 😊 She’s super nice, isn’t she??

I can’t remember exactly which day it was, but one lunch was entertaining… I was trying to help Kelly with her japanese homework (she wrote out the romaji or whatever it’s called and tried to figure out which english word it was, and I helped her figure out the ones she had trouble with. The one that really stuck me was “waiorin”. I’m still stumped…), Priscilla with her math homework (write equations to solve for x), help Jennifer figure out an emergency plan for her textbook-covering assignment, and whatshisface was trying to get me to look at his laptop. I love it when I’m busy helping people with random stuff… but only when they ask. If they don’t, I’d be being nosy. And I don’t like being nosy.

(subj: priscilla)

I think Priscilla doesn’t need to make her comments about stuff I like. I’ve done my best to keep my trap shut about her taste, but I have my own thing and if she doesn’t want to make new friends here, she’ll have to put up with me.

We both think the whole ghetto thing is moronic, but it was entertaining in that one video I was watching. She doesn’t have to say, “ew.”

She thinks the world of guys with mohawks. I don’t give a crap, but I just go along with it. She thinks this or that person is hot. I don’t, but I don’t say, “ew.” It’s not that I’m blind, I know if someone looks good to me or not, but I don’t give a crap about looks as a personal thing.

And I know loads of people are preps, but I’ve lived here all my life and I’m not going to do anything about them.

Whenever I see something that I think is funny or anything, she says, “That’s not funny/____.”

I like listening to Younha, and I think her accent in english is minor. Somehow, Priscilla can pick out an asian accent. (Cripes, Lavigne butchers asian languages and Priscilla calls it entertaining.) This is just an example.

Why do I have to take all her fire? Why does she have to tell me what she thinks of everything? What if I said, “I hate it when bands scream and bitch around”? What if I said, “you’re not too different from anyone else”?

Hell, what if i said that to everyone? What’s with this stupid “me against society” hype? At this rate, everyone is against society. And then the society will just be “all in your head”.