ごめなさい、 さいきんは。。。 Sorry, recently... NT

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Recently I have been reading these awesome books.  The Hunger Games Series, The Maximum Ride series, and The Mortal Instruments series..  They are such amazing books XD
Sadly, since I have been using my time reading these books I have been spending less time studying T.T  Bad Dina.  Any suggestions to stay focused in fifth and sixth period??

I am extraordinarily obsessed with the Korean group SHINee.   I also like the Korean groups SNSD(Girls Generation), DBSK, 2NE1, Orange Caramel, Brown Eyed Girls, and BoA.

Hopefully this weekend I will have "You Make Me Happy" on youtube.
I will also hopefully be going to my first haunted house >.<


NT

February 11, 2005.  I have just applied my favorite perfume of the time; it was a very strong vanilla scent.  My neighbor complained to me that it smells too strong and makes her nose hurt.  I ignored the complaint.  I am in fourth grade; I am a big girl, and I will smell the way I want, but I will kindly listen to your complaint and take it to deep consideration.

My brother and I descend the three stone stair cases in the apartment building until reaching the ground floor.  My vanilla perfume left an eerie invisible scent trail stalking me. 
We waited outside by the corner of the tennis court where a tall green bush has been expertly planted to spruce up the landscape.  Many kids gathered waiting for the unpunctual bus.

Once the bus never even showed up.  We thought we didn't have to go to school that one freezing cold snowy day.  We were wrong.  One of our neighbors drove us in his tiny green car.

I was waiting for the bus with my neighbor Danny, 2 years older than me, and my brother Edin, 1 year younger than me.  Other kids from up the hill, mainly Russians, also waited at the stop with us.

"Dina look! It's a racoon!" Edin excalimed.
"Really?" I ask twirling around to see the racoon. "That's a cat not a racoon!"

The cat was a Russian Blue Persian mix with medium hair.  Being a Russian Blue, the cat was so gray that it looked blue in certain lighting.  She had lime green eyes that pierced.
She trotted right up to our little group of three and behaved cutely.
We couldn't resist.  We went over to the sweet kitty and stroked it soft and cuddly fur.
The bus eventually showed up and we drudged off to another day of school.

I don't know about other elementary schools, but at my elementary school we had classroom numbers on the ground outside.  The number of my class room escapes me.  We all lined up in front of our classroom numbers and waited for our teachers to come and lead us up to our classrooms.  Standing outside in freezing cold February is not fun.  Even if you are in fourth grade.  We all stayed in a line but most people deviated and stood in little groups to talk with their friends.  Yes, we still become angry if another kid cut in line.  We even did the whole "can I cut behind you?" annoying the children behind us >.<

It was a Friday.  We, my mom, my brother, my neighbor Danny, and I, used to go to the YWCA every Friday to go swimming.  We would just splash around in the kids end. We felt like bboys and a bgirl when we crossed the line which marked off the end of the kids area and didn't get caught by the lifegaurds.

When we returned home to our third floor apartment, 305, the same cat from that morning was on our door mat!!!  It's a three story apartment.  Seven apartments per floor.
I automatically assumed the cat followed my vanilla scented stalker from that morning.

The neighbors the lived in 304, Heather, Dean, and their child at the time, Haley, also had a gray cat.
Heather said she thought their cat Charity somehow got outside so she let this stray cat in their apartment falsely believing the cat was hers. >.< Cats are very territorial creatures.  Charity popped out of nowhere, well she popped up from somewhere it's not like she's a magician, and hissed at the other cat.  Heather immediately kicked the stray cat out.  She felt bad about kicking the cat out so she set out some cat food for the cat.  Feed a stray cat and it will always come back.

I really, really, really always wanted a pet.  My mom was one of those typical cleanly Bosnian female mothers.  "Ewwww we don't need a pet to be shedding all over the place!  That's a lot of extra cleaning!"

Heather managed to convince my mother to take the cat!!!!!!   I have known my mother for 10 years and one month exactly to the day and I have been asking for a pet practically the my whole life!!!  Heather used the argument that a cat would be good for my brother.  Responsibility and what not.  We would keep the cat until someone came to claim it.

The cat walked in the apartment.  It went down the hall and it rubbed it's cheek against the computer desk and then it claimed everything else in the house. I remember following her throughout the house.  I know my mom got the cat because she thought it'd be good for my younger brother, but the creature fascinated me.

Heather taught us how to potty train the kitty.  We borrowed some litter and food from Heather.  After filling a shallow box, because we didn't have a litter box, with kitty litter, we took the kitties paws and wiped them through the litter for about 5 minutes.

I wanted to be extra helpful, and make sure the cat didn't have any accidents so my mom wouldn't kick it out, so I put paper towels in cardboard boxes around the apartment in hopes that the kitty would go in one of them if it couldn't find the litter box.

I named her Maci.  We later changed the spelling to Mazzi.  The z's make the same sound they do in the word pizza.  Maci in Bosnian mean kitty.  It is very feminine.  We didn't check it's gender, but we automatically assumed it was a girl because it was very cute.  My brother argued it was a boy.  I declared it was a girl and convinced my mom with some fancy English words that it was a girl.  My mom can speak English; she's not as fluent as I am though.

We finally had a pet that wasn't Fishy... my fish, in case you couldn't guess.... yes I know.  My pet's names are extraordinarily creative.


Thank you for reading ^w^