A Cat's Declaration To Its Owner

Hello, human. As your feeble mind may not be able to grasp that I am unhappy in this household, for you clearly do not understand the severity of your actions against me, I write you this letter to tell you exactly why I desire to find a home somewhere else, with some other ugly human who would treat me how I deserve to be treated.

The natural order of the cat with the human is that feline rules over human. We have always been kind enough to let your species believe that you are actually our masters so as to keep you under our paws. Cat law, however, proclaims that if a cat’s human goes too far in attempting to claim authority, the cat has the right to put it back in its place. Negligence to do your duties to keep me living comfortably is also not tolerated. As it may be too late to change your ways, lamentably, I must find a different human who adheres to our beliefs.

You have refused to change your sleep schedule to fit better with mine; therefore, you bother me all day while I am napping and then never wake up when I shout for you outside of your quarters. How am I supposed to know I can depend on you if I need attention at 3 in the morning?

The cat next door has a special food bowl holder that prevents ants from getting into her food. Why have you not attained one for me yet? Of course I need it, too, since insects enter the house every few months.

Speaking of, you have fed me the same flavor and brand too many times in a row! Do you not expect me to tire of Meow Mix when you once served me Purina? What about Friskies? They are as high quality as my pedigree! I can only come to the conclusion that you are not only too cheap, but you also desire to make my tongue suffer through intense monotony.

That is not the end of your evil doings. You once left me in the “care” of your sister for a week, which was absolute torture. On the second day, she apparently fell asleep while I was locked outside. I had to resort to doing my business on her grass instead of in the litter box. I can only wish that she steps in what I made.

Your attempts at cleaning the household are rare and done atrociously, so much so that I found the need to be the exterminator when conditions were at their worst. You never thanked me for killing the mouse in the basement, you ungrateful human.

I am always in danger whenever your nephews come visit.

There are many more grievances that I could address, but I will end this list with your desire to inflict the occasional punishment when I have always been an angel. All I did was defend myself against the small humans! …And the large humans… And the couch. But it refused to be comfortable and I needed to sharpen my claws!

I have tried again and again to address my complaints against the way you run this household, but it is quite difficult to attempt to correct an idiot when it speaks a different language. You probably do not remember how many times I raised an order and you only replied in complete nonsense. You really should work on your fluency, or the next cat who owns you will have such a difficult time with communication.

As the superior species, I have the right to leave and find a different human to own if I cannot tolerate the situation. (I also have the right to live independently in the forest like the clans a few cities over, though I personally prefer having a human to boss around and always have commodities available for me.) I have the right and responsibility to follow my heart, for there is always a better human on the other side of the fence. It is not me who is the problem here, it is you.

Sincerely,

Edgar of the White Persians

(Or “Fluffy”, as you always insist on calling me)

(Yes, I vaguely referenced the Warriors series in the last paragraph. Yes, that's awesome.)

I Could Use Acronyms Here, but Nah

Hello world!

Please wish me luck on the ACT. It comes. It looms over me... and I have not done as much preparation as I was hoping to do.

We have the bookshelf set up and finally took out my bookshelf stuff and some stuffed animals. This meant I could finally take the sculpture out. It pretty much survived the trip fine besides a few strands of hair breaking off again. (I bet they're the same ones from before. Grrr.) I like the effect that the flash had on the photos, but the ones without flash show less my mistakes... So I dunno which are better.

So there's something that I like about the teachers at my school generally being more laid back and cool with whatever: I have more creative liberty with my written assignments. In past schools, I sometimes would add amusing sentences to my reports or similar, but I was too worried about what they'd do to my grade if I didn't keep the entire paper formal and devoid of joking around to really get out there. But here, I know that the teachers joke around constantly and would give me all the credit if I technically fulfilled all the requirements, even if I wasn't as restrctive with my word choice.

And so, when I had to write a Declaration of Independence for a completely different subject for Government (e.g. breakup letter, kid telling his parents he doesn't want a bedtime anymore, etc.) and it said to be creative, I ultimately came up with a cat declaring it was leaving its master. A very arrogant yet ridiculously domesticated Persian at that, who called humans unflattering things (I even used the word "idiot", I think!). I think I wouldn't have dared to say some of the stuff in there at most of my old schools unless I knew for sure my teacher would love it- and usually I wasn't sure.

Got 100%. *awesome rock song*

And then I had to write an essay for LA about an American literature period. I was worried about managing to have enough material to cover the required pages (3-5) and make it interesting. But the day I finally sat down to write it, I noticed she put in the instructions that, among the other expected things like organization and word choice, she was going to grade for voice. And so I took that as "She wants to see a distinct voice, and so I gotta show personality in this thing." Yes, I didn't have to be blah! This essay was suddenly much easier to write because I didn't need to be cold and stiff. She gave me, like, a 98 on it, I think.

Even better, I wrote both of these just within a few hours.

Speaking of writing, I reread some of VH and finally thought of a more solid idea as to the next chapter; just gotta sit down and write it, too. I've been slightly addicted to Gravity Falls fics on Tumblr, though. Dang it, why do I keep letting myself on Tumblr?!?!

Speaking of GF, I WATCHED THE FINALE AND OH MY GOSH I ALMOST CRIED AT ONE POINT WHY DO CARTOONS DO THIS TO ME

I found out my little cousin Cam watches GF too, and so both freaked out for a minute over the end of the show sometime after dinner. It was awesome. (We were at my grandma and grandpa's today.) And he's also 11 now?! Almost old enought to be a Young Man! Aw geez!

And also FULLER HOUSE CAME OUT LAST FRIDAY!!! My sis and I binged the entire season in one shot (and my dad was there for part of it, too, even though he apparently hates Full House; he said this was much better than the original.)

Yesterday, we went to the Provo City Center Temple open house with two of my sister's friends, one of which was actually mentioned here a long time ago- the one who goes by Goyo around here for some reason. The other was a friend who we hadn't met yet, who I'll put as Patty. (Hehe.) Both are non-members, and so they were nervous about going in, but hopefully they liked it and actually understood the significance of the things that usually go on in there.

This made me remember the first open house I'd gone to. I had the biggest spiritual experience in the sealing room, staring into the mirrors. I think I might've accidentally put it as being the celestial room before, but nope- it's the sealing room. Oops.

I'm still determined to marry in the Oquirrh Mountain Temple, if I'm allowed to do that in the future.

I think that's everything for today. Woop! I just might post one of the papers since I'm proud of 'em. Not the essay (because that's lame), but the other by a cat. Yes, that sentence makes sense.

My Other Sisters (and Reflecting)

Hola world!

Right before starting to write this entry, I looked back and read some of my oldest posts on this blog. Once again, I realize my posts are different from just 2 years ago. Wait, it's almost 3... Aw dang.

For one thing, they're so much longer and generally contain more proper punctuation. Another is that at first I was very focused on wanting to put pictures because, and I quote, "I love drawing so much". Frankly, I don't believe that. I've always liked drawing, but I don't LOVE it, and I don't think I ever really loved it as much as those people that are determined to be professional artists. I haven't had that much dedication to art, especially considering for a while I've had more interest in writing (though it's more difficult to show off my writing beyond the writing my dairy thing when I don't have as much I'm willing to actually show and most that I'm willing to show is just too long. I still am occasionally surprised and proud by the amount of pics on here and how good a select part of them are.

I also found this one paragraph from a really old post that mentally cracks me up. I still think like that!

Now to say things that have to do with the present! I forgot to mention earlier that my sis has a really good friend who is in a way adopted to our family, and so we're apparently sisters now? She loves it, calling me her little sister pretty much every time she gets the chance. In the process she also adds in compliments, calling me adorable and stuff, so even though it's a little odder to me considering my age, I ain't complaining. It'd be a whole different thing if she started punching me in the arm a lot or something, though. I wouldn't want to tolerate that.

A few days ago, a few people from our ooooold ward came to help us get some boxes into the house (more like apartment, but whatever). Man, this used to take us hours because we had so much stuff, but it's been slimmed down so much we got it done in an hour. (In one of the old posts, I was saying that I didn't want to let go of my childhood toys, but so much of it had to go in the past few years. Sorry, old me.)

I got to hang out with Elenita, my adorable little sis who is my youngest best friend! It was awkward at first and she seemed surprised by how I was acting (which was weird not only because of my natural weirdness, but also weirdness that comes from being nervous), but in time things were like before. That made me quite happy.

Also, a pair of brothers were there, and I was mildly shocked by how nice they were. As I commented to Elenita- it's not like they were horrible before, just not so... nice. And, because I was all happy because of Elenita and just being excited for no reason, I barely wasted any time to act normal (for me) around them. They said nothing about it, which is part of why they just seemed so nice.

So my mom and sister occasionally talk about how I used to be super blunt when I was younger, though I hardly remember being like that, and they kinda wish I'd be like that again, I think. And I don't know what to think about that.

For one thing, sometimes I wish it was easier for me to speak my mind, because being quiet can be quite frustrating for both parties. But at the same time, I regret stuff I did when I was younger because I was rude. Not just blunt, but rude. I realized that I was sometimes like that all the way back in 8th grade (I think it was the post titled "Amnesia"?) and from then on I wanted to try to not do that. But now I feel afraid to share my opinion, especially on the internet.

This frustrates me now more than ever, because I've been on a forum where people are a bit... intense. I want to tell them off (in the nicest way possible) SO BAD, but I just know I am most likely going to regret it. I doubt I'll make things any better, and I don't want them to think I'm a jerk who sticks their nose in everybody's business. But there's just constant hostility there (or, at least, it feels like it's constant), and they don't all seem to realize how hostile they're being, and they should be trying to not act that way even if they are right. Agh!

I've also wanted to put my own perspective on one or two issues on Facebook (like, who does that?) but not only does it feel hypocritical since I generally don't care to see other people's opinions, but I feel so sure I'll be attacked. Harshly. Thanks for believing in freedom of speech, fellow Americans.

Eh, there's a few things I've been putting off talking about, and I'm thinking maybe I'll just not bother... Maybe. I don't know if they're important or not! I have to think about whether Future Me would actually want to remember that!

Though I do just want to point out that I finally finished watching Gravity Falls, which was so close to making me cry in the last episode, and yesterday I binged a bit on GF fanstuff on Tumblr. But there's less stuff, so less danger of overloading on downloads! But there was one fic that, near the end, I literally cried a bit. GOSHDANGIT, WHY DO FICS KEEP DOING THIS TO ME? AND WHY DO I KEEP READING THINGS THAT DO THIS TO ME?

This is the short rant I typed to remind myself to talk about it in this post:

Can people just stahp with the whole making-me-physically-cry thing? It even has a name! Stangst! It is a special brand of tears. Wow, thanks.

I like the GF fandom in some aspects. There's other aspects I don't like. Whatever the case, I wanna watch the show again sometime and learn more about the fandom.

I think I'll stop with posting this pic. I tried drawing my new character for the fic I'm doing with Liz (poor Liz has to deal with me and my sometimes-wanting-to-do-something-else-instead-ness. I haven't told her I ignored her message last night in favor of GF-binging) and I'm not entirely happy with it. It's close to what I actually pictured, but it's not quite there.

Bai!

SumSumSummarize

Hello world!

I think I have a right to say that things were a little too busy the Sunday before, and yesterday I didn't even have my iPod in the house, so.

This is basically a summary of these past few weeks. More summarized than usual. Woah.

First thing: just a few hours after the last post, Coatrack called me up and asked me if I wanted to go to the youth group activity at his church. It was pretty sudden for me and I wasn't totally sure about it, but I said "Okay" anyway.

I have barely even gone inside any church buildings that aren't LDS (only 2 Lutheran ones for Up With Kids! and Blondie's recital and festival at a Baptist church), and I just agreed to go to what is basically a sermon for Baptist teenagers.

So, even though I was really awkward and quiet, the kids and priests (pastors?) were really nice and some fun stuff happened, so I don't regret going. But the overall feeling of the building was really weird to me. I felt a little uncomfortable being in there.

And something I pointed out to my parents later was that, while the lessons themselves weren't bad and taught simple but true principles, there wasn't much actual scripture for the pastor (yeah, I think pastor) to work with. He had to be more like "What do you think about this? What's a possible answer?" rather than "This is the answer, and here's why." He couldn't explain. While here I was, scripture references that fit the situation and would've added to the lesson popping up in my head, but I couldn't share them because they weren't from the Bible. I was too afraid to actually share my knowledge even if I didn't drop the scripture with it. And none of the actual members of the church ever added their opinion to anything either, which makes me wonder whether they actually knew much doctrine but were too shy to share or they just had no idea.

It was also bugging me how there were different Bibles. Like, the words the priest was reading out of his were different from the ones we were given. The basic idea of the verses was the same, but those were different translations! That really was so "What the what?" to me.

Anyway, this experience helped me a bit more to understand what the Protestant churches are like (though I still don't know what the difference between all of them is). And it actually grew my testimony for my church, because it proved that we actually have the full truth. We have so many answers the others don't. I mean, I felt kinda like I knew more than the priest himself, and he studied this- this is his job.

So... yeah. I really hope Coatrack and all the others in that room are invited to the Mormon church someday so they can have a part of the full truth, the full gospel.

Well, after it's more packing (which was exhausting and took much longer than anticipated) and doing the road trip. We went through Idaho and stopped at a hotel two times (or was it three?) before we arrived.

More summary, yay!

I spent about a week living with my sis in her apartment, which was... interesting. It was a bit weird since my sister was the one cooking meals instead of my mom. But it was also nice, since we got to hang out more than we have done in a long time. Her roommates were a bit nasty, though.

Last Monday was my first day at school. It's a pretty different school. There's two things I don't like, which are that people tend to be too loud and not do any work, and that sometimes I couldn't talk to teachers when I wanted (or needed) help. Otherwise, I like it. I think. Well, those are the two main disadvantages I can think of.

But there are some cool things about it. Like I can work on what I want where and when I want to. So if I was stuck on the next assignment for a few classes, I could just work on a different class until I can get the help or the block goes away.

The teachers and students are generally quite nice, too. My first day was pretty weird, since people were all excited to meet me because I am my sister's ...sister. Yeah. I haven't dealt with the "You're her little sister?! Oh my gosh! You guys look so alike! She's so cute!" kind of attention in quite a while. Basically a few years, really. It was amusing and nerve-wracking and mildly annoying to a point.

We have an official house! Er, um, apartment... condo... thing. This was this whole mess that happened with another house that would take really, really long to explain, but at least we got this place, and hopefully it was the best decision to take this place.

Last Friday, my sis convinced me to go to a Latin-dancing singles' party, even though I'm kinda too young to be there... And I ended up only be taken out to the dance floor by guys that basically had no idea what they were doing. Somehow, I was still exhausted by the end, and I was feeling pretty bleh the whole day after... Plus, since then, I got a dry throat and I've been coughing and occasionally sneezing like crazy. I think it's annoying my family more than me. And I am actually some more water and ate a few candies to make it go away sooner, but it's not letting me go. Ugh.

Now to just post a few pics I didn't put up earlier.

I got the pic! *cheering* I accidentally missed the opportunity during our road trip last year, but now I have it!~ *happy humming*

I found these doodles in my Chemistry notebook, I believe, and I just thought they were cute.

Carter when I had put my Scooby-Doo hat on him. (The pic's cropped since I'd written his real name next to the drawing.) I thought it was funny that his hair was so curly and thick and stuff that the hat didn't even go all the way down on top of his head. Though it doesn't look that much like him, I'll admit it looks closer to the real person than most of my attempts at portraits.

I had drawn that in our last class together... And only Coatrack knows I drew this.

Alrighty then, that's all! Hopefully I actually go into more detail about anything next week.