Blah. So.... just... blah. Spent Saturday night with Kiyomi over at her place with Mandakins, that was pretty cool. We had Cris over and when Manda got home we made her go pick up Brian and Tazer. Piled everyone in the converted garage that has become Kiyomi's bedroom and did our whole chicken & porn routine. That sounds so gross now that I think about it... but it's always an amusing way to spend an evening. Cris had to go home, but the rest of us spent the night. Kiyomi and I dragged Tazer and Brian out at like, midnight, and we walked to AMPM to get snacks or something. That was disappointing, since they had NOTHING except for overpriced salsa and ridiculously expensive cereal. So we dragged them to Albertsons. :D We made them walk all the way there cause Kiyomi thought it was open until 3 AM, but they ended up having closed at midnight. Which was a bummer. And Taco Bell wouldn't let us order anything (no car, no drive-thru x.x) which also sucked. So we walked back and bought overpriced salsa and chips. I think it was worth it. :D sort of. I spent a lot of money over the weekend. X_X;;
I gave Amanda $20 for chicken, which somehow I never got change back from, even though the total cost of the chicken and shit they bought was $26 and everyone supposedly pitched in, and then the donuts we got in the morning couldn't have been more than $6 or $7... it's kind of irritating. But I suppose it's alright... I mean, she gave me a ride home, and maybe she gave some of it to Dave since he was the one who drove to get the donuts... I can understand it as gas money. But still. How do I always end up 'contributing' so much when everyone else... doesn't? Blah.
Oh yeah, Dave coming over in the morning on Sunday was pretty cool too, I hadn't seen him in ages, what with him graduating early and all before 2nd term. I still can't believe he's getting married... Married! I mean, he's not that much older than me... @.@;; It's so weird. I keep saying that, but it just doesn't get... old, you know? I'm waiting for my mind to get used to it, but it's not happening. I just keep thinking about how young we all are, and then thinking that maybe we aren't really *that* young... and it just drives me around in annoying circles. >_<;
And here I am, it's past 6 PM, my boss is gone, and I haven't finished my work yet, but I'm posting on my blog and listening to TeniMyu. One of these days I'm gonna get busted for this shit. Blah. Squish.
...SQUISH.
Sorry, that's such a fun word...
I've come to the conclusion that I need to get over my cat fixation. But it's so... HARD! Seeing Grey at Kiyomi/Amanda's and playing with her reminded me how much I've always wanted a cat of my own, or well, a cat that would live in the same house as me. My brother being allergic has always put a stopper on that, and when I was in San Jose I couldn't bear the thought of having a cat for a year and then having to leave it afterwards... Summers at my aunt's house always kept the memories of being able to curl up with and take care of Tiger (and later Nugget and Neko) fresh in my mind, but after I stopped spending every summer with Aunt Kew and Uncle John it sort of just makes it clearer that I'll never have a cat in my own home, not for a long long time anyways.
In a way, I envy those that do, but I can honestly say that I've never EVER blamed my brother for any of my dissappointments in the pets department. Even when he froze my turtle. No really! It's wierd, and I always joke around about it being all his fault, but I don't think I've ever really blamed my brother for any of it. He was the one that got it for me actually, to begin with, I think..? All of the pets I've had have always been well loved by myself and my brother, if not everyone else in the household. When we had hamsters (which my sister HATED) Jeremy and I were the ones who always played with them and fed them and changed the cages. When I had Ping and Pong, Jeremy and my mom were always there with me when I fed them lettuce and reached in to pet their fuzzy yellow heads. With the chickens, Jeremy and my dad were the ones who would help get them back if they flew into the neighbor's backyard, or would sit with me and not complain about how loud the rooster was in the morning/middle of the night. With the fish, hermit crabs, crawdads, and all of Jeremy's exotic marine specimens (lionfish, eel, etc.) while my dad did a lot of the upkeep, Jeremy was the one who would sit in front of the tank with me and play with them, making them follow our fingers or poking dead fish down into the eel's tank just to watch the way it darted out and the bulge of the fish moved along its body. Ed, too, was played with mainly by me, Julia, and Jeremy. I felt so bad for that poor puppy, she was so terrified of my dad and he always yelled at her. She kinda reminded me of Dobby. x.x'
I always feel so close to my brother, though, even when I don't see him a lot. Recently I barely see him, but when I do it's always an easy and calm atmosphere. I dunno. It's a bit confusing, but I love how easy it is to be with him and how he's always there if I need him, no matter what else is going on.
...it's kind of odd how much my serious or introspective posts always turn into rambles about how much my brother means to me and how awesome he is.
...<3
