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I'm beginning to believe we should have a school counsellor here and mandatory check ups with them. There are some people here who could do with a little brain shrinking before they explode from all the crazy.
So far my new roommate is proving to be very quiet. But he likes Fluffy so that's good. I just hope he can work himself up to telling me to be quiet if I do talk too much. It's hard to tell sometimes if I'm being annoying or not. Especially with people too polite to tell me. Akira tells me when I need to shut up. Luckily I'm not nearly as bad as I was when I was a kid. It was a bad habit I got into, talking too much. Even when people weren't listening to me. I've never really had one of those filters between brain and mouth that stopped people from saying things as they thought them. It would all just spill out. I've gotten better, though. (blogging doesn't count, by the way. I'm allowed to write as much as I like here, as that is what a blog is for.)
Fluffy was a little overfed yesterday. I don't think she'll need a another feed now for a week or two. She had a few visitors who she seemed to take a shine to. Though it was touch and go with those twins. I did think she would bite them. Luckily her passiveness won out and she was able to sit on their hands without embarrassing me and giving a certain nutball more reason to shout at me about the evils of spiders.
I have at least four people now who will confirm that she is, in fact, very sweet and not vicious at all.
... My sisters, on the other hand, are not very sweet. I had a text from one saying she has a date for this weekend. I am not happy about this.
So far my new roommate is proving to be very quiet. But he likes Fluffy so that's good. I just hope he can work himself up to telling me to be quiet if I do talk too much. It's hard to tell sometimes if I'm being annoying or not. Especially with people too polite to tell me. Akira tells me when I need to shut up. Luckily I'm not nearly as bad as I was when I was a kid. It was a bad habit I got into, talking too much. Even when people weren't listening to me. I've never really had one of those filters between brain and mouth that stopped people from saying things as they thought them. It would all just spill out. I've gotten better, though. (blogging doesn't count, by the way. I'm allowed to write as much as I like here, as that is what a blog is for.)
Fluffy was a little overfed yesterday. I don't think she'll need a another feed now for a week or two. She had a few visitors who she seemed to take a shine to. Though it was touch and go with those twins. I did think she would bite them. Luckily her passiveness won out and she was able to sit on their hands without embarrassing me and giving a certain nutball more reason to shout at me about the evils of spiders.
I have at least four people now who will confirm that she is, in fact, very sweet and not vicious at all.
... My sisters, on the other hand, are not very sweet. I had a text from one saying she has a date for this weekend. I am not happy about this.