In other news, I'm so not grown up, and it pisses me off sometimes. I'd like to be this person that says "Yeah I'm a woman!" and knows how to parallel park and who doesn't eat the entire bag of candy at once, but it's just a big scam, isn't it? Is everybody just putting up a front while they secretly dream they could be snuggled up on a couch for a week watching stupid movies and eating Doritos till they puke just because they feel lazy?

Blah. I don't know. Maybe they really are like that and I just missed that summer camp.

I just started to think about this while walking down here today after having one of those sibling things with my brother. It just hit me that no matter how old we get (he's 31, for crying out loud!) we're likely to always have stupid sibling incidents like this; he'll tease me until I get pissed, I'll whine "STOOOOOOP IIIIIIIT!!!" like I'm 8, he'll do a last annoying thing (Today it was spraying his men's cologne at me) and run down the stairs before I throw something at him.

Don't you hate that, that VOICE one gets when something stupid like that happens and your body forgets that you're 21 and out it comes in a whiny scream "STOOOP IIIT I HATE YOU GO AWAY STOP IT MOOOOOOOOOoooOOOOOOOOOOOm!!!!!!!"?

Or maybe that's just us. Heheh.

Further, I'd like to say hi to Dylan's new cat Casilda - I hope I get a chance to see it. I'm sort of cat-overwhelmed right now, though. See, we have three grown cats now and it feels like everywhere I turn, there's a cat. Mostly I love it (I go crazy around cats, I have a special cat-language I speak to them that makes even the cats think I'm crazy and I just HAVE to pet them and snuggle and ocheesnuffbababahabahballelelesfsfsfs!!), even though I've grown allergic (HA it takes more than pesky sneezing and runny eyes to keep me away), but still. They seem to be everywhere. Albin (formerly known as Kafka; my mom couldn't say it, heh) managed to scratch me inside a nostril yesterday. Hah. Cats.