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My cousin is trying to keep it quiet that she's a lesbian, at least in front of me (and only me, I'm the only one in the house), and I already know. Duuuude. Should I worry about this? (Not that she's a lesbian, but that I know.)

See, now, if I was one of those lucky people who only saw their family for one day on Thanksgiving, and didn't take some bigass vacation like us, I wouldn't have ever heard this. I would be on the road, probably not happy to be there, and not able to go down and say hi to this cat that's sitting on a couch in front of the fire. But jeez man.

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See, now I'm bored so I'm going to spam my LJ with a lot of entries. Whee.

Cat update: Al-kitty (real name is Sweet Pea) likes to roll around in front of the wood stove, so I got to sit around with her there. I think it might be easier to tell when cats are happy because they get all stretchy and knead whatever's handy with their claws. Ed-kitty (Tigger) is talkative and makes little meowy noises whenever something happens.

Lesbian update: She knows I know, and she knows I'm probably fine with it because she was talking about girlfriends with my parents just this morning, so WTF.

Also, I will be visiting Best Buy today to purchase DVDs and maybe a CD, then it's off to Borders. For more entertainment. Ho-hum. Maybe they'll have something I can actually USE to study for the JLPT. (Most of the time it's Japanese in 5 days, Japanese for beginners, Uncensored Japanese Slang, and Zakennayo! Those all have their charms, but they're not what I'm looking for.)

EDIT:

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And one to match the layout:

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(I also got RoyEd, Uchiha Sasuke, and Takeuchi Naoko, and I wanted to put them up, but didn't ^^*)

Material Posessions Update

After I wrote last, but before I went out, Aunt Jane sat down with my mom and me and let us pick some pretty things out of a box of her jewelry. For anybody who hasn't heard my lengthy explanations, my Aunt Jane is an artiste, and she freakin' dresses like one. She wears a lot of things that stand out---in a really good way. The leftovers are only arguably less fashionable. After picking through this PILE of necklace and brooches she just doesn't want anymore, and ohhing and ahhing over every single thing in it, I got a little brooch and a bracelet. (Mom got even more, because old ladies like her can wear more jewelry.) For NOTHIN'. Except the plane tickets...but I ain't counting!

I got four Azumanga DVDs, completing the series, and then when dad picked up some Comic Party and asked me what it was, I said I wanted that, too. I'm actually a little afraid of this newcomer. (Well, then why didn't you just NOT BUY IT, stupid?) This could lead to the consumption of more money, another mild addiction like Azumanga, or worse yet, another obsession. I won't have any new crap and ideas getting into my brain until I'm GOOD AND READY DAMMIT. Also, I've always been scared of buying anything that isn't a book. I'm afraid it's not necessary. (Does that mean I think books are?)

Borders: this cookbook about curry and chili sitting on a discount table started talking to me. It didn't really say much besides, "BUY ME BITCH," and that's not very creative, but what do you want for $3? Also, a little book about the food of Japan. I was hungry. (Never shop for books when you're hungry.)

To balance my happy afternoon, I came home and read a book called Persepolis without being aware of what I was getting into. If you get any exposure to a place where you can buy books, read this one. It reads fast and it's like a comic book, so that'll make you feel all jagged and trendy. Until it makes you feel REALLY SAD. It's about a bit of a girl's childhood in Iran, I'm pretty sure it's all true, and it's all recent. Mostly it scared me. I mean, what can you do? Wow, that's really deep, man. Mom says there's another book that comes after it. I MUST READ THAT FUCKING BOOK.