The other side of the story

It's Saturday. I feel satisfied with my day. I woke up at nine and woke Roy up too (Sorry...once again) went out for brunch then Michaels-the art supplie store, bought a bubble maker thing, it made me feel happy.

Went to Petsmart next and as usual after getting stuff for the rabbits, i went to the adoption section. There are only cats there but every single one of them are so sweet. Once or twice, there will be volunteers there and they will be let out of their cage, running around looking at you with those big, round innocent eyes (Cats not the volunteers). Today, i woke this cat named Pumpkin up when i walked by his cage, he reached out his paw and let me stroke it. Magical moment.

Got some delicious frozen mangos at Costco. On my way home, i made a deal with my Dad. If i get a 90 average (which most of my friends have surpassed) then i can have a dog. My sister was being depressing and mean so she said it's ok Dad, she won't get a grade that high, just say yes. So now having a pet Dog is my motivation. Some of you probably have same thought as my sister...do not tell me about it if you have that thought. Thank you.

I feel so tired. I just do not want to handle all those things anymore. I said i am not going to do it anymore but i know as soon as things get back to normal. It is going to be all the same again, nothing will be different yet we both know that something is. Complications?

A whole new day will come along with new things but somethings will never change.