oatmeal?

i stuffed in some stuff from the fridge to my bag and the cats hopped in. now for my painstaking journey to Chi's house. Oh God, 5 seconds. I almost died. I could have tripped on the air and hurt myself. I was so worried.

I make myself laugh.



"Thanks for coming!" she closed the door behind me as i stepped in, the cats hopped out and pranced over to her livingroom. "what did you bring?"
"anytime sis. I brought a few things. i picked up some fish today to treat the kitties and i brought some hamburger meat, and some oatmeal."
"Oatmeal? What the hell?"
"i like to throw it. i thought we could throw it at cars after we eat" i smiled at her and she smiled back and gave me the "Chena, you're retarded, but i love you anyway" face. sometimes, i think i live for that face.

We ended up making a home-made version of hamburger helper. she burned the "fucking macaroni," so i made some more and added the meat and after experimenting with pretty much every seasoning ever heard of, we practically made taco flavored mac and cheese. grilled fish for the cats and brownies are now planned.

"i saw you while i was on the bus" i muttered through a really hot scoop. "were you okay?"
"yeah, i was fine?" she practically spit out macaroni and sprinted from her seat to chase a moth flying next to the light then she sat back down as if it didn't happen. "why do you ask?"
"i dont know, i just had a feeling something might have happened. you looked, you looked almost scared."
"i'm not afraid of him... it's not like he hits me or anything..."
"i know that Chi, i never said he did, i'm just afraid he hurt you or something. you hadn't shown that look in your eye for a really long time..."
"we're great. we had an awesome day." she created a silence by using her fork to clank against the sides of her bowl and then put it in the sink and went to wash her hands. it always bothers me when she wont talk to me about thinks, it makes me think they may be worse than they are. "hey let's start on the brownies! i wanna throw oatmeal at cars" she smiled sweetly. you cant resist her, she's just too cute. inside and out. i smiled back and set the box on the counter. she started grabbing the bowls and spoons and i went to get extra chocolate and milk for the mix. we hastily mixed it and poured it in a pan and i made the minute oatmeal in the microwave. we gave eachother the look and smiled and grabbed our bowls.

there was a hill up behind our building and if you walk all the way up, you can get to the highway. "okay." i looked at my phone. "we have 15 minutes. whoeverhitsthemostwindshieldsinthenext15minuteswins. and back windshields are double points. ready.set.GO!"
we were so excited and it was so much fun! we were nice enough to only aim at the passenger sides, to what we call "prevent wrecks." in reality, its just as distracting and makes virtually no difference.
she won by 2 points. we would have been tied if she hadnt got frustrated and flung out the entire bowl onto the highway, she hit the back windshield of a car and got her 2 points that beat me. we both have horrible aim with oatmeal. i guess it didnt help that it was cold, dark and windy either, but that made it more fun. we smiled as we made small talk and then decided the best idea would be to roll down the hill as if we were logs, because we were in our minds, just for a little while. but you know, that's okay.

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our brownies were perfect as soon as we got home. after we changed out of our grass-matted clothing, and into some PJ's we decorated them with candy and frostings then sat down to cruise channels on TV. She cut her brownies into hearts and iced them in a checkered pattern. i cut mine into a kitty shape and colored it with mini m&ms. it was pretty good. i gave her licorice whiskers.

we were watching Freaks and Geeks. At the part where Bill guesses what Niel found on the edge of his bed, and Bill says "a turd?" And Niel says "Yes, Bill. A turd." 

i just always liked that part. i think i just like the word turd, and other related terms. does that make me strange?

"Seth Rogen looks exactly the same. this show was made when i was like...was i even born?"

"Isn't Seth Rogan like 40?" Malachi chomped out with a big chunk of brownie. She of course combined a bunch of random curse words and threw it at me then laughed about the way it was positioned in my messy, fuzzed up, hair. my face was a blunt "why me?" face, but in the most loving way you can think of. just because it's her. 

We were asleep before we knew it. i woke up around four in the morning and tucked her in on the couch, then i went back over to my apartment and layed down.

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The first thing i saw when i opened my eyes was a dainty little turd right in front of me on my pillow, and of course Mazu arrogantly licking himself, sitting ontop of my closed laptop on my desk, next to my bookshelf. i collect dictionaries, thesauruses and encyclopedias. i only have a few actual stories. i'm not so interested in reading other stories, i'd rather make my own.

for me, books make a little bit of extra money. it's nice, i think. i get money from doing alot of random jobs all the time. there's a 50 cents book sale every tuesday at the thrift store, so i usually spend about twenty dollars on buying books. i fix them up at my house, i have a good printer as a gift from my grandma that makes photo quality prints, so i re-cover the books and help them look like new. i let Malachi read the ones that she wants, and then after i'm done covering them, i sell them to the second hand book store up by the cafe and they give you 10$ for a nice looking book. so i spend 20 dollars, and get 40 books. then i make about 400$ after re-covering them. i think its a good deal, and it's kinda fun. that could pay for my rent and bills, but i save it for back up instead. i actually have to sell 2 three different book stores because they run out of money. most people bring in shit books. they look so bad that not even i would buy them, and i settle for about anything.

besides books, i help out at the cafe on wednesdays and play shows there with the band sometimes if they need back up bass or rhythm guitar, sometimes vocals, so does Chi. these 30 year old guys practically beg her to play tambourine, she seems a little freaked out about it to be honest. I teach an art class on tuesday and thursday afternoons for kids at an elementary school, they're the sweetest kids there, too. other than that, i do the sound and lighting for random shows off of craig's list and i'm the official guitar tuner and polisher for the store up the street. some guy from my old band's dad got me that, who knows how it came to be. i seem busy, but i like my life. it's not bad.

I'm not so sure what Malachi does besides dog-walking, and she doesnt even like it. I dont think she even likes playing that tambourine for those old guys, but it's not bad, and it's money. She's got money saved up from her parents and what-not, they seem to have alot. she loves music and clothes, i think that's what she spends most of her money on, besides movies. i want her to get a job at the theater so she can watch for free, and there's an entire candy bar there she can eat for free. and they have no problem with her teal hair. she's just turned 14, so she can get hired, too. i think she'd like it.

Today is saturday.

Today i get to relax.