My Sisters

Think they can do whatever they want. Really. It's like, they think that they're older than I am, or at least that they're the same age. All the privileges that I get, they think that they should get them too. Like staying up late, getting small treats, talking on the phone, they think that they should have all of those and more. Just last night I was staying up watching a movie, and, as usual, after I went upstairs to get something, the light in my room was on, because Maryam, as usual, doesn't want to go to sleep. I'm not the one who has to get up early for school. And then if she comes down because she supposedly 'can't sleep,' and we're eating ice cream, she'll get all mad. And then, when I babysit, I'll ask her to do something nicely, a couple of times, and then, after she doesn't do it, I'll yell and tell her to do it, and then she gets MAD! That's just wrong. She knows that I asked nicely before, so she can't get mad if I need her to do something. And both of my parents side with her. I always always ALWAYS get yelled at for saying stuff meanly, even though SHE'S the one who wasn't listening. Do little kids never get in trouble for stuff?
Ah. Those were the days. In elementary school. The days where you never got in trouble for anything. Unless, of course, you were the oldest. Like me. But at least you didn't get in trouble for a bunch of stuff.
Sham is definitely pregnant. Her tummy is getting so fat, and her nipples are pink and big. I can't wait until we have pretty kittens. I love little baby animals. Like chicks. Chicks are awesome. They're small, fluffy, and yellow. And kittens are small, fluffy, and a bunch of different colors. I was watching this video on Myspace awhile ago, and it showed this 6 week old kitten playing with a toy, and he wouldn't give it up. He was growling, hissing and biting, but he wouldn't give the toy up. And no catnip was involved. That is one stubborn kitten.
That's what I love about cats. They're so fun to play with and pick up and chase. They love string, anything noisy, and they're just so darn cute. Until they grow up, that is. I wish kittens stayed kittens forever.
I can't wait till tomorrow. Not only is it Friday, but I get to go to my friend's house. Yippee...
I cannot believe Lost isn't coming on tonight. The stupid Grey's Anatomy finale is on. Why do all the finales have to be two hours? It's kind of stupid. Okay, with Lost, it isn't. And I guess finales are kind of the best episodes of the season, so it's cool that they're longer. And one of my friends likes Grey's Anatomy, but I don't really understand the show. What's it about?
Time to go. See ya tomorrow! Bye!

Awwwwww...

Isn't that just sweet? The two cats that are always fighting can finally put their differences aside and sleep on the same rug. Wow. They've done it before, but eventually one of the cats wakes up, and then notices the other one and pounces on him or her. And then that cat wakes up, and they get in a big fight which ends up in Sham running away. Usually.
We all think that Sham has a crush on Sam, if that's even possible with cats. She's always stalking him, whacking his face, and trying to catch his tail. I mean, she's not that annoying. Okay, maybe she is, but STILL. What other reason would she have for doing all that stuff?
This is the favorite spot for the cats. The sheepskin in our room. I don't know where we got it, all I know is that it's been around for years, and that cats like it. Which is weird, because how can they feel something soft if their whole body is covered by soft, warm fur? I guess they can't feel that. All they feel of their fur is the skin. And lying on something soft makes them feel cozier. Who knows?
Sham has this weird thing she likes to do. If she sleeps in my room, at 6:10 to 6:30 in the morning, she climbs in my bed if she's not already there, and starts finding an exposed part of my body, and tackling it. Biting, pouncing, you name it. It always wakes me up. And I try to go back to sleep, but if she sees that I'm up, she'll start trying to claw my face and eat my hair. Eww.
So then I go open the door and let her out. She runs downstairs to eat, and then I throw a cat treat outside and she runs after it. I quickly shut the door and go back to sleep. Evil cat. Waking me up for that. Well, at least now I know she'll never pee in the house.
You know what we need? A cat flap. Sure, it's a lot of work, but it'll be useful. I mean, it might be tough to go buy a cat flap, cut out a section of the door, and then fit the flap, but I'll never have to let the cats out again. Ever.
10 whole minutes left! Well, while I'm bored, let's talk about probably the most anticipated episode of, you guessed it, LOST.
Sooo, Michael's back, and we all want to know why. We also want to know who is going to die, but everyone has already taken a guess at Claire, because, why else would Kate have Aaron? Come ON, people! Claire would never willingly give away her kid. Honestly.
We also want to know why Michael is on that freighter, and why he's calling himself Kevin Johnson. And why is he working as a janitor?!! Ewww. That's one job that I will never have!
Oh well. I will be watching at 9 pm, mark my words. And with a nice bowl of vanilla ice cream with whipped cream and frozen strawberries, too. Yummy.
5 minutes left. What else do I write about? I guess I could say that I'm reading the very educational book "The Autobiography of Malcolm X". Very disturbing, yet very educational. What will I have to read next?
I'm gonna publish this. Two minutes left, anyway. Bye!