Cats: A Cat Story

I have a cat story. I know what you're thinking. CATS?! REALLY?!? Yes. Cats.

My little sister and I got a bunkbed and totally rearranged our room. (It looks really big right now) So at night when we were in bed my two cats paid us a visit to scope our room that seemed totally new to them. The first cat, Zeffy, sniffed around the room then looked up at the top of the bunk bed. List of Zeffy's likes:playing with hair bands,Treats, bellyrubs, food,heights, sitting in boxes of any kind and shape, being lazy, and windows. Dislikes:Vacuums, other cats(Besides her technical sister Aria) using energy, not having food available at all times in the cat bowl, and getting stepped on. Zeffy stared at the top of the bunk bed as if trying to figure out how to get up there,(I don't get why she couldn't just use the ladder) Then she used a simple techinique:Jump and see if mommy will catch me. She jumped, I caught her then she went around sniffing my bed and spreading her scent. After that she sat on my entire pillow for almost ever. She probably heard something then jumped down staggering a bit and ran off.

Then Aria came. List of her likes:.........Zeffy? Being left alone and trying to kill people? And soft blankets. (Also peeing on my dad, literally all the boss cats my dad has ever owned peed on him while he's in his bed) Dislikes:Vacuums, people, water(Seriously, she hates her water, I think she thinks it is out to get her. Before drinking she sniff the water for a very long time, then swats at the water to see if it will try to kill her, then while tense and on full alert she licks the water. When I pour water into the water bowl she will literally go into pounce position and watch the water go into the bowl then use her opposite paw to pat around the bowl....I think Aria is retarded.)she also dislikes: heights, being carried, getting touched on her head(she'll flinch), and getting stepped on when she's sleeping on the stairs(Like I said, retarded) So when Aria came she snifffed around the room. Then stared even longer than Zeffy at the top. She tensed to jump up then she just stopped. Then she ran away and looked at the top of the bunk from a distance. I could tell she wasn't going to get over herself so I scooped her up and put her on my top of the bunk bed. She sniffed and spread her scent then just like Zeffy sat on my entire pillow. I could tell she wasn't going to be moving anytime soon so I slept away from the pillow until she left for some reason. And that's my cat story.


Mrs. Dopey just told us we have ANOTHER PROJECT (That makes three from her class, one from third period) In her class I have twenty pages to fill out about a book, make a graphic novel from an old book and now make a persuasive essay on a subject of our choosing (In third period I have to do a monolauge at least two minutes long.) I feel SO STRESSED RIGHT NOW. SO STRESSED that I probably shouldn't be blogging, but be doing projects right now...but I'm lazy so not right now.


Last weekend I went to Chicago on a sort of overnight school field trip. It was awesome. More on that after this weekend which will be my whole family going to Chicago this time.


Farewell
Goodbye
Bye
Later
BRB
au revoir
afscheid
adeus
lebewohl
beannacht
addio
vale
despedida

Mrs. Dopey

I'm not going to even mention the fact that I haven't posted for at least seven months because that's awkward, I guess I just mentioned it...oh well.

Update: I had my birthday on Valentines and I'm now thirteen(Yes, I am now a teenager, genius.) My Aunt had her baby boy, Trevor, he is REALLY cute and has a lot of hair. My mom's friend in Germany had her very first baby, too(Collin). My Aunt had her first grandaughter too, Alexis. People are just baby crazy. At Christmas/Chanukah I got nice socks, some useful gift cards and money, a journal that uses a special pen to make "wild" colors, (I think I'm running out of whatever type of special ink that pen uses, and no it's not a diary, I don't do journals or diaries of any type, it's a dumb idea. I use it to doodle or draw or write ideas in pretty colors.) As for my idea to have a seperate website, I decided that was dumb, too. I gave it up a very long time ago.

Using money and gift cards saved up I bought a laptop. Unfortunately, my mom takes my laptop without asking, not when I'm using it though. And I'm not allowed to just take it back from her. I do like to watch netflix on my laptop, mostly star trek. This is the second time I've watched the series and now that I'm older I'm actually getting what they're saying. The great thing is I don't remember most of the episodes so it's like watching it for the first time.

School: I keep getting freakin B's in English. I really don't even think it's my fault. I think my teacher's just an idiot. I hate English because you might be trying to write a funny or persuasive essay and whatever is funny or persuasive depends on the person, like music. My teacher and I think on completely different and seperate wavelengths. One time we were grading our papers in class and the answer to this one question was "Non-fiction has MULTIPLE entry points." Instead of MULTIPLE I put MANY. She counted it as half a point. If you google synonyms for Multiple, one of the results will be MANY. If you go on word document and type multiple, and left click it and go down to synonyms, it will say about half way down MANY. It is the same FREAKIN THING.And also when we are grading homework answers(like from a literature book) She doesn't use a grading sheet with all the answers. She uses speculation, guesses, and her version of logic. And I know, we take the entire class period grading homework(For which I'm kind of thankful, that way she can't tell us about our projects, btw all my projects, all year, came from her class, and they are extremely hard. I AM A STRAIGHT A STUDENT AND THE ONLY B's I'VE HAD WERE IN HER DUMB CLASS, what makes it worse it the fact it's at the end of the day, I used to look forward to the end of the school day, but now I dread it, fear it, I get anxiety just thinking about it.)and she doesn't use a book. I watched to make sure. But I'm not a creeper. Unlike you, reader of my blog who stalks my life by reading these passages I post for people like you. I'm just going to say it in case you genius's haven't figured it out: I REALLY REALLY don't like my English teacher, let's just call her Mrs. Dopey. And no, I'm not saying hate, I think I do, but it's not her fault for just doing her job in the suckiest, dumbest, mousebrained, evilest, worst possible way....No, I take it back. It's all her fault. I could continue to prattle on for hours, but you don't really care, do you?

Also, we have started Istep (Istep, CAT, Terra Nova, whatever)testing. At the beginning of the year the teachers would mention every five seconds that what we were working on would be on the Istep. and now they's practically pulling their hair out "Istep!!! Istep!!ISTEP!!!!" They keep telling us to "get good sleep"(Mom already makes me go to bed at nine, lights out at ten, wake up at 5:53 to catch the bus) "Have a good breakfast" (I eat cereal everyday, I like it, my mom doesn't have to get up at freakin 5 o'clock in the morning to make me a healthy omelette, which I think taste horrible because I have horrible taste buds) "Relax" (You really want us to relax, when you've been telling us it's important we pass Terra Nova ((Istep, CAT, Terra Nova, whatever)) all year? so we get into college but really you only want to get paid for not having us fail and giving us the test so the school gets paid which then pays you) "It's not important, but try your hardest, give 150% effort(Impossible), or we'll fail you and you have to stay behind a grade" (Speaks for itself) They practically give us special treatment (Well, the best possible at a school) during CAT (Istep, CAT, Terra Nova, whatever) week, like "bathroom breaks, tissues, water breaks, stretching breaks, snack breaks, etc."

I think that's everything, however, I'll probably remember something later, which will really irritate me. BTW looking back on my previous posts, I feel foolish, and yeah, I know this is called seriousness gone, but I feel like I failed at that, I feel like I sound like a dork or something. Oh well.

Be seein you.

But not like a stalker. I'm not a stalker.

I meant figuratively, not literally, unless you are my next door neighbor or something, then I'd be seein you.

So see you later.

Definitely not like a stalker though.