Good lord, I'm... Blogging again? All I can say is that I'm quite happy my Spanish course I was taking over the past six weeks is over. Spanish took up most of my school, I s'pose. But anyway, I guess I'll be Blogging more now, although now that I think of it, isn't that what I said the last time?

Now I know you peeps like my Blog and all, but c'mon, I'm a teenager now, and thus I have absolutely nothing to write about. I remember my old Blog... I would write about every little meaningless thing that ever happened to me. As far as I'm concerned, people liked it better then, but I think I'm putting to much expectations on my Blog. Haha, imagen that: A teenage boy, with expectations. That makes me laugh. But seriously, prepare for some boring Blogs. I think I write a lot better when there's a discussion point, and I'm not too good at making my own. I mean, just look at my lower paragrahp. I'm writing about our pets... again? I've wrote about that how many times now? Lol?Wow, my house is a zoo right now. Not because of the quantity of animals we have; no, we only have seven, we live in a zoo because all of the animals we have are extremely out of the ordinary somehow. Disregarding the ferrets, of course. Ferrets have no real source of individuality. All ferrets just sleep for the same eighteen hours a day, and sniff whatever they can find for the rest of the four hours in a day. I think it is mainly fun to observe the cats. We have one outside cat, which all are jerks, as you probably well know, and two inside cats we inherited from out sister. The outside cat's name is Vaca, (wut?) and right now he's public enemy number one, and what's interesting to me is to see that other cats reaction to him. Vaca is rather large from eating all that meat, so I guess the other cats think he's a freak, or perhaps maybe it's just the fact that he's a boy that make the other cats hate him. I'd believe it, haha. I'm sure that the other cats hate him, but at the same time, I'd believe that they love him. I can't make up my mind: do they hate him, or love him? Both of the cats, in my mind, would like nothing more than to slash him right in the kisser, but I don't have much trouble thinking just the opposite. I know they probably dislike him, but for some reason, they're always following him around. I don't know about you, but if I dislike someone, I usually evoid them, to be honest. Cats are weird. The hiss at him, yet, the follow him. Poor Vaca gets no love. :(Next week's discussion: I don't know! You can comment in my Blog to suggest a discussion point. That would help make my Blog better, and I could get an idea how many random people around the world love it. Kidding, but who knows.