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New kitty
I'm in a so-so mood today. Gave up on moving all the old entries to this diary. Most are just mindless ramblings anyway. Everytime I look back on something I wrote years ago (or one year ago in this case), I think how stupid I was. I found an old neopets account of mine created when I was fourteen and the profile made me sound...bubbly. Ah well. I guess I do make most of my profiles sound that way.
Very very very late birthday to me. Only one more year closer to legally buying porn/hentai. That's my activity for next year. Go to suncoast and use some birthday money to buy me a hentai DVD. Maybe I can just bug Karen to get some yaoi stuffs. She's legally of age in November and already has an ID.
My May schedule is as booked as it's ever gonna be. Birthday was on the second, the twentieth I'm hoping to make it to the Fairy festival, and the twenty-ninth I have to attend Julie's graduation party.
I'm not really sure why Julie invited me. It was nice and everything, but we rarely ever hang out. I knew her a little bit in elementary school from speech class and high school from anime club. She's a nice girl, and I hate to say this but...she's a bit uptight. She refuses to curse and thinks hentai and lemons (slash fanfiction) are icky. I was kind of the same way with those last two, but then I actually read a lemon and...well...here I am today. The pervertress. I blame Karen! Maybe it's a good thing.
I finally got a pet cat after months and months of bugging. Her name is Elizabeth. She came with the name, which kinda sucks cause I wanted to name her. I just call her "mew-mew" half the time, which is more like a question than a nickname. "Want up on the bed" translates into a simple "mew-mew?" She doesn't like to be alone in the dark at night and bothers me at three in the morning wanting to cuddle. Sometimes Lizliz is in a pissy mood and bats people away when they try to pet her.
I've been trying her kitty food lately thanks to Amy who told me cat food tastes alright. Actually, Iams isn't so bad. Her beef treats, on the other hand, are the most foulest thing I've ever tasted. I'm weird. Don't ask.
Here we are at Petsmart on her adoption day! I still have no clue what that smuge on my cheek is. A shadow, I suppose. Dan's been an asshole since she came home. He's thrown things at her, dumped food and water in her bed, and tried to crush her in the door. Lizliz extracted her revenge though. Bit his hand hard enough to make it bleed. I'm so proud.
I did own another cat once. His name was Smokey and he was a dick. He was a stray, an outdoor cat who loved picking fights and mauling tiny animals. It's a little sad to say the trait everyone remembers about him was his habit of farting while taking a dump. And my dad just had to put the litterbox in the kitchen...
2:36 am - May 15th, 2006