Mum came in and asked if I wanted anything at CVS. I said eyeliner, because I miss having some. It can be fun. We had a bit of a conversation about that, and she agreed to get me some.
I heard music and went to Da's room. He had his iPod plugged into a speaker and was listening to it like a giddy child. I smiled. Mum and I had a fake and very angsty, humorous screaming match ending with, 'Leave me alone!' and a reply of, 'Fine, I'm leaving!' with a pout.
Kiwi then went into the bathroom and stepped in a puddle. She was very pleased and hopped. She then thought about what a puddle in the bathroom could point to, and laughed.
Kiwi is still not talking to her brother, the prat that still doesn't realise why I'm angry with him, though I specifically told him over and over and over again. He's a dimwit. Ugh.
But alas, Kiwi is still very, very happy!
... and pleased to be typing an entry in third person. Poosh! ^-^!
Off to continue reading Harry Potter fanfic and listening to music.