I realize it's been a while...

...but I'm back, baby!

Ok, so I never actually left...I was just too lazy to write (which makes me SAD, because I like it. ^^). So, I'm beginning to think this might be a longer post. Fasten your seatbelts, and away....we......GOOOOOOO!

Ok, so, the last time I updated you was...oh, I dunno...2 weeks ago (it really seemed a lot longer in my head)? So, you're thinking, not much has happened since then. BUT you're wrong. Ha! I have beat the system. Because my last blog (Ode to a Dick.) was pretty much just an AIM conversation I had with a really idiotic guy, I'll update you on everything that's happened since the post BEFORE that one, which waaaaaas...(disregarding the 'Hi MiniMunch' post...) in October.

OCTOBER!

Let's review, shall we?

October was ok. I threw a Halloween party at my apartment, and some people came which is always nice.



November, not much happened, to be honest. The Christmas markets opened the weekend of my birthday, (I'M 18!!!!!) and I went shopping for X-mas presents a couple of times, but November was really a blow-off month this year, because the real update is for December.



You see, I don't know if I mentioned it in any posts, but my sister and her husband visited us from the 5th to the 15th of December. It was really nice, having other Americans to talk to...Of course, I had school while they were here, but that's to be expected so early in December. It was a good time to come, though, because they got here right before (and I mean like, a DAY before) the big snows got here (which then evaporated two days before Christmas...>.<) and because in the Christmas season, airline tickets rocket up with everyone flying all over the place. So they got a good deal. Of course, they brought a whole bunch of American goodies for us, like Starbursts, Cookies'n'Cream bars, Orville low-fat popcorn, chocolate chips, Poptarts, size 11 women's shoes, etc. And we gave them some Austrian specialities, such as Mozartkugeln (chocolate balls filled with mazipan and almond paste...DELICIOUS), Haribo Spaghetti (that's pretty much just strips of gummy with sour sugar on top in three different flavors...my sister likes it) and real Austrian cuisine (Semmel-, Kartoffelknödel, Wienerschnitzel, Zwiebelrostbraten, etc.).



Since my sister came so close to Thanksgiving and Christmas, we decided to skip Thanksgiving Day and have a party on the 12th of December with our family. It was fun, not many people came (for some reason), but we had a lot of great food and some good times. Christmas was the next day, and originally it was supposed to be traditional: Everyone gets up in the morning, Mom puts the homemade cinnamon buns in the oven, we open our stockings, eat the buns, open presents, basta. Unfortunately, it was postponed until almost 3 o'clock because Roger worked the night before and that was when he got up. But it was a good Christmas, nonetheless.

Of course, the whole time they were here we watched Christmas movie after Christmas movie after Christmas movie until 3 out of the 5 people in the house couldn't stand them anymore. So then we watched the TV show they brought with them for us. 3 seasons of How I Met Your Mother.

Of course, the Christmas presents did not disappoint:
I got the first three books in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series (total of 5 books, plus some extras), 3 pairs of shoes (2 extra pairs that Phoebe didn't want anymore as well, but those weren't part of the presents), and a silver necklace with a black onyx stone hanging in a silver frame. The family got season 1 of Lost and Nip/Tuck. Lost is a big hit with Mom and Roger, but I think it's the stupidest show that's ever been aired on primetime TV. Nip/Tuck, on the other hand, I simply do not watch because the details they show are far too gruesome for me to comprehend. Especially since we usually watch shows while we eat.

How I Met Your Mother is a great show, though, and we all enjoy it very much.

Unfortunately, I had been sick for nearly two weeks before they got here, so it was inevitable that the short break I had while they were here would come to an end. Fortunately, it came in the last two days and I got to stay home from school and spend it with them. December was an ultimately frustrating month health-wise, but January and the new year look promising enough. For example, I have felt quite good since January first.

On the real Christmas Day (or the 24th if you want to get technical) our small family opened our internal presents. I got seasons 5 and 9 of Friends (leaving me with only 2 seasons left to buy: 4 and 6.), a black sweatervest that I love, the books My Sister's Keeper and P.S. I love you, perfume (Clea to compliment Chloé), a new charm for my bracelet, my computer, aaaaaaaaaaand some stuff for the bathroom. All in all a pretty good Christmas.

New Years wasn't all that fantastic. Mom and I stayed home and watched shows and movies and when 12 rolled around, we stood on the porch and watching people shooting fireworks. It was ok, but nothing spectacular. I still maintain that the best New Years I ever had was in Pottstown when we had Grandma and Poppy, Brianna, Meghan, Liberté, Rachel, Eve and Kathy, Andrew, Matt and Dana over. We partied hard, we had fun, we did embarrassing things and we just had a great time.

So, today is January 6th, I am 18 years old and my outlook on 2010 is good (despite the fact that the Year of Death is looking to become the Decade of Death...not a good sign). I look forward to the new year, I look forward to turning 19, I look forward to actually changing my life for the better.

At first I didn't have a resolution for the new year. I thought it was pointless and I never stuck to it so I wasn't going to make one. Now, 6 days later, I'm making it: I'm going to live my life. I'm going to change what I want changed. I'm going to do it because I want to and not because anyone's pressuring me.

My goals are to lose some weight and get in shape for the summer, get a job so I can save some money to travel to the US in 2011 and pay for my college myself, and work harder at getting better grades in various classes.

My wish for this year is to meet a guy, whether in America over the internet or Austria in person, and hopefully get a boyfriend. It's been long overdue.

Next year I'll look at this post and tell you what all changed, alright? Hopefully everything I wanted to.

-- Chloe

P.S. Just so you know, the hair saga continues: Blonde with pink highlights, and I cut it again right before Phoebe and Andrew got here! I'm also thinking of going back to blonde completely again and I'm seriously considering getting a weave until my hair grows out to an acceptable length!

Ode to a Dick.

Before you read this blog post, read the story I'm talking about:
Just Another Day in the Ghetto - Michael Crook

stabmysanity15 (14:17:23): did you even know the two girls from your story just another day in the ghetto?

mikecrookaim (14:17:42): of course not, but it was a funny story.

stabmysanity15 (14:17:52): for you, maybe.

mikecrookaim (14:18:01): no maybe about it.

stabmysanity15 (14:18:09): probably not for the hundreds of people who knew and loved them.

mikecrookaim (14:18:12): People need to get a grip and stop taking it so personally

stabmysanity15 (14:18:30): i'm sorry if people actually have souls and care. obviously you know nothing about that.

mikecrookaim (14:18:44): Nope. I don't, just like you know nothing about not hiding behind proxy servers.

stabmysanity15 (14:19:12): i'm sorry. i just get upset when i see things like this.

mikecrookaim (14:19:29): I don't care. Peoples' emotions are their own problems.

mikecrookaim (14:19:51): Besides, I find it funny that a satanist would hangout with a nigger.

stabmysanity15 (14:20:06): then why do you provoke them? you make it your problem. especially when you post your ridiculously arrogant and racist story on a public facebook page.

mikecrookaim (14:20:24): I can't help it if people can't handle adversity.

stabmysanity15 (14:20:56): adversity is not what they have a problem with. it's your ignorance and simple mindedness that riles them up.

mikecrookaim (14:21:16): Not my problem.

stabmysanity15 (14:22:22): i'd like to see how you'd feel if someone close to you died like that and then you saw some idiot posting stories like yours on the internet.

mikecrookaim (14:22:47): Actually, that did happen, and I posted the story myself. No one's safe.

stabmysanity15 (14:23:55): then either you're a liar to make a point or you are the worst possible example of a wannabe journalist i've ever seen and you should be ashamed of yourself for having no self respect and no morals at all.

mikecrookaim (14:24:28): morals are for losers....plain and simple. I see funny stories, and I write about them, no matter who they're about.

stabmysanity15 (14:25:13): and what, pray tell, is funny about a car crash? the morbid way the corpses are lying on the road or the devastating phone calls the doctors have to make?

mikecrookaim (14:25:35): the thought of two teenagers flying through the air and splattering all over the pavement is a good start.

stabmysanity15 (14:26:08): i bet you'd say that even if it was YOU flying through the air.

stabmysanity15 (14:26:36): too bad you can't write about yourself if you're dead.

mikecrookaim (14:26:42): Absolutely. If I could, in that situation, I'd at least try to tweet before I clocked out.

stabmysanity15 (14:27:38): you're so full of shit.

mikecrookaim (14:28:17): Well, think whatever you want, but fair's fair. When I die, someone's gonna blog about it, and if I have a chance before I die, I just whip out my BlackBerry and tweet it. No biggie.

stabmysanity15 (14:28:41): that's assuming someone cares enough about you dying to even write the story.

stabmysanity15 (14:28:59): but wait, they do. they'll all write about how happy they are the piece of shit writer died

mikecrookaim (14:29:09): oh, believe me, everytime I write one of these stories, I get several idiots who claim they're hurt, and promise to blog about me when I die.

stabmysanity15 (14:29:35): you're a sad excuse for a human.

mikecrookaim (14:29:50): No, I'm just not brainwashed into social mores like you seem to be.

stabmysanity15 (14:32:00): so caring for other people, depending on them, that's me being brainwashed, is it? well, tell me, do you buy food at a grocery store? do you have electricity in your house? i assume so, since you're not dead from malnutrition and you're talking to me on a computer that generally needs electricity. so you're just as dependant on our social system as i - and everyone else on this earth - am. and you, you poor little i-don't-care-about-anyone-but-myself sack of shit would drop dead if people stopped helping you out.

stabmysanity15 (14:32:25): and let's face it, you don't post stories for yourself. you post them for other people.

mikecrookaim (14:32:32): ahh, but you're talking about things for which you pay. You pay, I assume, for food, and power...

mikecrookaim (14:32:38): so your logic fails.

stabmysanity15 (14:32:41): why, oh ignorant one, would you do that if you don't care about anyone else?

mikecrookaim (14:33:11): I don't care. If I did care about people, I'd write sappy, happy, caring stories.

stabmysanity15 (14:33:22): no, my logic does not fail. yes, you have to pay, but if people just stop providing things for money, you'd still be shit out of luck.

mikecrookaim (14:33:48): and if consumers stopped buying, they'd be shit out of luck. Works both ways.

stabmysanity15 (14:34:07): and you just proved my point!

stabmysanity15 (14:34:14): we're all codependant on each other.

mikecrookaim (14:34:31): but there's a difference between business and caring about people.

stabmysanity15 (14:35:56): sure there is. business is money and caring is unconditional. but there are thousands and millions of people out there who are just sick of their jobs but they don't stop working because they know people depend on them and they CARE.

mikecrookaim (14:36:53): that sounds rather stupid on their part.

mikecrookaim (14:37:02): It's all business for me.

mikecrookaim (14:37:26): that's why I had so much fun managing a drug store, towing peoples' cars, closing five minutes early so they couldn't get their scripts...good times.

stabmysanity15 (14:38:12): you belong in a mental institution. you really do.

mikecrookaim (14:38:26): ahhh, because according to you, everyone should care about everyone.

mikecrookaim (14:38:36): And you, arrogant one, expect everyone to feel exactly as you do.

stabmysanity15 (14:38:40): the people there would be trying to help you.

mikecrookaim (14:38:50): because they get paid to do so. Business.

stabmysanity15 (14:39:11): they got into that profession to help people. caring.

mikecrookaim (14:39:20): For money. Business.

stabmysanity15 (14:39:42): to provide for themselves and their families. caring.

stabmysanity15 (14:41:23): and really. if you didn't care about anything that happened, if you really are as indifferent to everyone as you'd like to think you are, you would've blocked me a long time ago and been done with it.

mikecrookaim (14:41:59): To the contrary, you amuse me.

mikecrookaim (14:42:06): You seem to be very worked up over this.

mikecrookaim (14:42:12): else you would have walked away long ago.

mikecrookaim (14:42:16): Again, works both ways.

stabmysanity15 (14:42:29): i never denied that i'm not worked up about it. quite the opposite, actually.

mikecrookaim (14:42:39): and that's sad.

mikecrookaim (14:42:46): it shows you're brainwashed.

stabmysanity15 (14:43:16): it shows your a dick who doesn't have anything to live for but himself. now who's sad?

stabmysanity15 (14:43:54): so screw you, asshole. go on posting your stories, keep being amused at the enraged comments. but next time, get your fucking facts straight.

To my latest follower...

Hi Mini Munch!

-- Cassy

Dieting and Everyone's a Critic

So, I was checking my e-mail just now and I usually skim the headlines on Yahoo! Mail for the Entertainment section. It's fun and I get bored so if people I like are in the news I'll read it. Anyway, today there was the headline "Butler's Detoxing".

Since I've been in a Gerard Butler mood lately ("The Ugly Truth", "P.S. I love you", etc.), I checked it out. I mean, it's like 8 and I'm bored cause we're not watching a movie and I'm not interested in whatever he's watching on the TV...And naturally, "detoxing" + celebrities = drugs, so I was getting prepared to be disappointed in Butler because I got the impression he was one of the good guys without the twisted private life.

To get to the point of my post...

Butler was detoxing his body to lose weight and get into shape. He was talking about this lemon water and cayenne pepper diet which seemed kinda weird. But apparently it works for him, so I checked it out online.

And yes, I'm aware that these diets that you find online are the Devil in person, but hey, a girl's a little desperate.

Basically, it's just fresh squeezed lemon, water, some maple syrup and cayenne pepper to taste. Seems harmless enough. I mean, this thing lasts around 10 days and you're only allowed to have the lemon water. No food. Just water and lemon and pepper. Not even veggies and whatever.

It seems extreme and I don't know why anyone would do it to themselves...or I didn't until I looked down at my protruding gut and decided I needed to do something about it.

I figure that instead of only drinking this weird mixture, I could eat only the dinner Mom makes at night (you know, so she doesn't get suspicious) and then drink the water the rest of the day. It's not like I do much else anyway. Actually, I skip breakfast, go to school, starve until I get home and then stuff my face with whatever I can find that looks good. Usually it's soup, cause we rarely have anything good at home.

Maybe if I had this weird water stuff I could lose some weight and not be hungry at all. Cause I think we all know that if we drink too much water at some point we're not gonna wanna eat anything anymore. Plus if you drink enough water, your body doesn't need to store it and the stored water that provides you with that bit of weight you just can't seem to lose will be flushed right out.

I think it's a good idea...you?

In other news, I saw Julie & Julia today. It was a really good movie and I recommend it to anyone who needs a good success story. It's based on true events, so you know that it's not just Hollywood bull shit, which makes it all the better. Plus the fact that Julia Child is just the funniest woman alive helps, too. And it's a real movie, not one of those polished, primmed and proper Hollywood lies you see all day every day in the theaters (i.e. Twilight, Harry Potter, spoof movies, remakes, etc.).

It's not like I have anything against those movies...I like them, I really do. But they're just so FAKE. The acting is substandard and I KNOW the actors and actresses can do better than what the give you on screen, because, well, they made it into the film, didn't they?

Example:

Harry Potter 1-3: Absolutely amazing movies. Acting was great, the characters were completely believable, the dialogue was superb and real (as real as a movie about wizards can get, at least).

Harry Potter 4-6: Annoying. It's almost like the actors got a little famous and decided they'd get paid big bucks anyway and they can't do whatever they want and can just stop trying. Emma and Dan, above all, fit that description. Dan's speech was shifty and suspicious and Emma was just totally off balance. I was a little happier with the 6th film than I was with the 4th and 5th films, because the acting seemed to be a little more like the first three, but it was still a sub par performance and not up to my expectations.

Don't even get me started on sticking the book and authenticity...

Anyway, to make a long post shorter: Movies back in the old days were way better and I miss them.

--Cassy

Nomen est omen

Don't ask why I named this blog that...I couldn't come up with a catchy word for "update".

Anyway, since this IS an update, I guess I should get to it.

Biggest news: Birthday is coming up. I'm turning 18 and I already know what I'm getting for a present. I've been hinting at it for a few months with my mom, and we finally agreed to it yesterday night. I'm getting a tatoo. I'm not sure where yet, but I know what I'm getting. If anyone reading this actually knows my, you probably have me on Facebook and you'd know that my profile picture was a picture of the tatoo I designed for a pretty long time.

If you do not know and I really hope you won't stalk me on Facebook now (I don't know if I put my real name on my profile or whatever or not), it's a spade. Hollowed out and kinda funky looking. Originally there was going to be a D in the middle, but I think the unpersonified version is much better for me.

Anywhoooooo...

Other news is that Kaytee might be joining me in Austria for a week or two sometime. Yay! ^^

--Cassy

[Live long and prosper]

Closing in on me

You know, I try to suppress my feelings. I see people expressing them every day and all I can see is how they just make trouble. I don't like trouble. So I keep my feelings to myself. It's sort of my defense mechanism. If I tell myself I don't care enough, I start to really not care.

But lately things have been piling up. I'll be watching a show and see something like poptarts and realize that I miss them, because there's no such thing as poptarts in Austria. Or Oreos. They do have Oreos in Austria, but not how I remember them. They have the snack packs, but I want the big boxes with the rolls of Oreos in them, just because that's how I used to eat them.

I miss milk. It seems weird. There's milk everywhere, right? But it doesn't taste the same. I just like it more in America. In America, I could drink glass after glass of milk, but here, I can't even take one sip without cringing. They have light and they have normal milk, and there are no gallons, just boxes.

I miss the way everything looked back home. The trees were different, it smelled different, the streets, the houses, the people...it was all different. All normal, and this, here...it's alien and I don't like it.

Sure, Austria is beautiful. Anyone who visits will tell you that. But they don't have to live here every day. They're just on vacation. They only see the beautiful parts because it's all they want to see. They tell me I'm so lucky to live in this country, that I take it for granted. But don't they realize that while they're here for a week, they start to want to go home? Don't they connect the dots when I tell them I miss living in America? Don't they think about it at all? Maybe I miss America. Maybe I want to go home. Do they think about it?

Do they even consider that maybe I don't want to be bilingual. Maybe I don't want to be ahead of all the others. Maybe I don't want to learn French and Italian and Spanish and German and Latin and all these languages. Maybe I just want to stay ignorant and speak English and live in America and have a life just like everyone else.

Maybe I don't want to be different. Maybe I don't want to stand out. Maybe I want to have a boring life in a boring town with boring people.

But no one asks me what I want. My wants and needs are unimportant.

True. I can live without material things like poptarts, oreos and milk. But to separate me from my family is cruel. To cut off my ability to see the people I love regularly is abuse. To know that when they get together, I can't go is murder. I want to see my family.

I want them. I need them. I can't live without them. It's hard. And I try not to show it. I try not to get in trouble.

But it doesn't work. It just doesn't. You can't just tell me to stop missing them, because I won't. You can't flip a switch and turn the hurt off, because it won't stop. You can't think I'm going to be ok if you take away the one thing worth living for, because I'm not.

I want to go home. I want to see my family. I want to be close to them. I want to stop hurting. I want to see my family grow bigger. I want to be there for them. I want to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with them. I want to celebrate birthdays and anniversaries. I want to be a part of their lives and I want to do it in person and not just over the computer or phone.

I want to be there, not here.

I don't want pity comments. I don't want advice. I don't want to heard a goddamn thing about how I shouldn't dwell on this. Because you just don't know how it feels. You can try, but you still won't know. You can think you do, but you don't. I don't want anyone to tell me to calm down. I don't want to hear that I'm exaggerating. I don't want to hear that you miss me. You don't know the meaning of it. You're not cut off from everyone single person you love and forced to start anew. You just don't know.

Today's Topic...

Misguided Perverts.

We all know them, we all pretty much find them annoying. Why do they do what they do and WHY, oh dear God, do they do things the wrong way?

Today's topic was inspired by my good friend, Kaytee (Kaytee In Her Own Mind). She got a message today saying, "you're xD bangable". Now, can anyone tell what is WRONG with this message?

No one? Ok, I'll tell you.

Aside from the obvious (perverted pickup line, dur), this person put the "xD" in FRONT of bangable. W...T....F...?! Who does that? That's like looking a person up and down in front of their parents. WRONG. Just WRONG. I mean, EVERYONE knows it's either "you're bangable xD", which means it's probably a joke, or "xD you're bangable", which means they actually think so. What the hell does "you're xD bangable" mean?! Is it like a cross between a joke and actually meaning it? Is there such a thing? Is it kinda like "I think you're bangable, but I'm just joking about doing it with you"? Isn't that morally inappropriate?

I mean, if you look at the translation of xD, you get a lot out of it. For example, putting x) after something means it makes you smile. If you put xD after something, it means it makes you laugh. If you put xD BEFORE something, it means whatever you're gonna say makes you happy. If you put x) before something, it probably means the person isn't really going to like what you're gonna say.

Ok, so now back to the pervertedness.

Why do people do that? Do they think it's endearing? Do they think girls actually like being told that random guys would like to fuck them anywhere, anytime? Do they seriously think they'll get some action if they start a conversation like that? The whole pick-up line thing can be cute, I admit. If you're original, you'll probably be getting a number at the end of the conversation. But if you use the same ones over and over again, (i.e. Did it hurt when you fell?, What's your sign?, I lost my number, can I have yours?, etc.) chances are, you're not gonna make it through the first sentence. If you use something original and FITTING to the girl you're trying to ask out, you're going to get a lot further.

Don't guys know it's totally offensive when you open with something like "you're bangable"? It's like saying, "I'd bang your mother right in front of you, cause she's smokin'," to your wife on your wedding night. You know it's wrong, you know you shouldn't, but you do and guess what? You're not getting any.

So my advice to any guy who wants to start a conversation like that with any girl, even the sluttiest girl:

Don't do it.

Find some other way to be creepy.

--Cassy

To Mr. Ian Chamberlain:

Oh, this is gonna be good. Caution: This post contains strong language and lots of direct Ian-bashing.

You've been warned.

First of all, who the hell do you think you are? Do you really think you can tell Kaytee that her words hurt you so she has to take down the blogs she posted? Are you fucking kidding me, man? What gives you the right to tell her what she can and can't write about, huh? What gives you the right to tell her she hurt you?! For some reason, she gives a flying fuck about your sorry excuse for a life. But hey, guess what.

I don't.

So here's a little shoutout to you, dickhead: GET A FUCKING LIFE. If you didn't want to hear about what a douche you've been to Kaytee, you shouldn't have read her blog, you fucking imbecile. Frankly, I think Kaytee should've written a really nasty blog about you just to spit in your face, but instead she played nice and deleted all of the blogs for you.

I'm not giving you the courtesy.

It's not your place to tell anyone that they should delete their personal thoughts from their personal blog. Even if that blog is about you, the MOST you can ask is that they change your name. I don't care if you fucking begged her to take them off, you don't deserve it. You've been a shithead for as long as I've known you (and yes darling, you do know and hate me) and I can honestly tell you, for as much shit as you put her through, I think your punishment should be having to read those blogs over and over again for the rest of your life.

You do NOT trash my friends, you do NOT break a girl's heart, you do NOT lie to people, you do NOT refrain from communication, you do NOT inform a girl that you broke up with her months ago, you do NOT ask for help and then throw shit in her face after she's given you everything.

Plain and simple, Ian, you're a fucking moron who doesn't deserve any girl's time or interest. You're an idiot, an asshole, a dickhead, a liar, and worst of all:

You know it and don't do a fucking thing about it.

So I want you to read this. I want you to get mad. I want you to comment on this and yell at me just so I can give you another little piece of my mind. And if you stay silent, then I'll take that as defeat and your sorry ass can kiss mine.

With love,

--Cassy

Birthday Wishes

I'd like to take this completely random post to wish my cousin Ben the happiest of 7th birthdays. <3 you, Ben, you rugged and manly 7-year-old. x)

The Infamous Hair

Well, I'm doing it again. I think I'm a serial hair-colorer. I just bought a package of platinum blonde hair dye yesterday and I plan on changing my feathers once again this weekend. Wish me luck. x/

In other news, my year-long nagging has finally paid off: I am now the proud owner of TWO (count em, TWOOOO) baby kittens, Kovu (right) and Luna (left). I dunno how it happened, but one day my stepdad and I were out buying things and on the way back, I made a comment about getting a cat and he said yes, so I told my mom and she told me to do research. It didn't work for a while, but then we finally found a lady with some cats she was giving away and it worked!

So now we have two 9-week-old kittens running around the house. Just yesterday I bought some collars for them (as you can see, they're pretty much identical...) and they were a little big for them, so they got the idea that if they put one leg through the collar as well as their necks, they would look super-cool and that was really how a collar worked. Well...they've been running around the house with a pink and a black collar around their legs and necks and they look like mini kitten soldiers. o.O

Very stylish mini kitten soldiers, at that. ^^

These collars also happen to have tiny little bells on them that jingle when they jump, so Luna, in her infinite wisdom, keeps jumping all around the house whenever she goes anywhere, just so she can hear the bell jingle.

Other than having the obsession with the bell, Luna eats like no one's business. She will literally push Kovu away from the bowl to eat. And Kovu lets his sister do it, too. He's not very leader-like. He'll walk the walk, and play the game, but when it comes to leading, he's always behind. He's definitely the calmer of the two (although right now Luna's sleeping on my shelf and he's on my lap, very much awake), but the little boy does love to play. He also loves to hide.

Kovu is the leader when it comes to finding hiding places. He found out you can hide behind the bookshelf in the livingroom, on top of the DVD player on the TV table, behind the wrap-around couch, between the legs of the table, behind the flowers in the kitchen, behind the garbage cans, behind my CPU, in the laundry basket, under the bed, in the closet, under the bench on the balcony, on my shelf, on the windowsill, on top of the box under the table in the foyer...He's a master, alright.

Luna holds the record for playtime, though. She's always watching, staring, playing, grabbing. I was filing my nails yesterday and the whole time, I swear, she was following the file back and forth with not only her eyes, but her entire head. "Oh, look, it's going that way! And back in the other direction! This is so amazing!" She's also always the first to come over when I'm eating. Doesn't matter what I'm eating. Pizza, hotdogs, chicken, rice - no problem with any of it. If it looks like food and it smells like food, it's food and she's gotta eat it.

I realize I never posted the end of school. It was like two weeks ago. Report card wasn't too bad:

Math - D
German - C
English - A
Latin - B
French - B
Geography - C
History - B
Physics - A
Music - A
Art - A
Communication - A
Gym - A
Computer Science - A
Biology - C

Biology was the only real surprise. In that class, participation and points count. In the first semester, I had a D, I'd given in a few projects and I got some pretty bad test scores. In the second semester, I didn't give anything up, I got a D on the first test and a B on the second and he gave me a C. He has this system where he asks what grade we think we should get, so I told him the truth. I deserved a D at most but probably an F. He looked at me, sighed, and said, "Why do people always underestimate themselves?" and handed me the C for nothing. I was so amazed, it was freaky.

Ok, so this post is long enough already. Be good and you might get some pics of the new hair!