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Friday, October 29, 2010

I just realized that I'm a loser.

Why? Because yesterday was an early release day, so Hikari and I finally had some time to slack off by playing on the computer. Hikari was fixing up the deviantART messages, and to hide that she was doing that, she would watch BrainPOP whenever Older Sister came by. I had turned off my computer because was used to turning it off to sleep at curfew time, but I forgot that there was no school the next day, so I just sat next to Hikari, watching her do stuff on her computer. I realized that, while other kids my age were bashing their heads playing football or watching TV until their brains ooze out of their ears, I'm sitting next to my sister, watching educational videos and popping pomegranate seeds into my mouth instead of popcorn.
We watched Pride & Prejudice (Keira Knightley version) last night, too. Surprisingly, it was very good. But I wouldn't want to read it, because it was written way-back-when they wrote boringly, so just the movie is fine.

Our neighborhood used to have a stupid dog.
It used to bark at anything that passed by its fence. Hikari & I walking home, squirrels on its fence, etc. And then it would bark at the joggers at night.
it would bark for soooo long...but then one day, it stopped. I guess the old couple who owned it got sick of its barking, or got yelled at too much by other people, or moved away, or it died.
But hey, at least when the crazy teenager tried to sing his horrible rock really loudly, it didn't like it either. I was 10 years old. It was 10:39 p.m. A college teenager had his stereos' sound up to the max, he was singing horribly and so off-key, accompanied by his guitar-playing skills he managed to drege up from his memories since he was 8. The dog barked nonstop along with him to make him shut up. After repeatedly teling my dad that I couldn't sleep due to the guy and the dog, my dad agreed that the guy was annoying, and that he would give the guy a piece of his mind. When my dad came home, he said that the neighborhood police guy made him shut up.

Wow. Rereading this post make me feel even more like a loser. Not only do I do abnormal things for kids my age, I also like cheesy old movies, and I talk about my life. I'll stop now.

2 people actually love us.:

Mack-ATTACK said...

Losers are fancy!

Sharkie said...

Losers are wayyy better than normal people. I love old movies! And what's wrong with talking about your life? It's very interesting ;)

BTW i love your new background :D