Riding in Cars with Girls (and one cat)

So one day two classmates had a great idea. I guess it could happen like this:

Bony: " Hey Buster, let's move together when we're on the college! "
Buster: " Like you could survive without mommy... "
Bony: " Funny... I mean it "
Buster: " OK "

Fine, fine, it probably didn't happen this way but what do I know? I wasn't there. I came along the way later. It's just that Bony and I are somehow peculiarly wackodoodle not-blood sisters and I have a place (my mom does). Decision was made (because the reality market here is pretty on it's wit's end), girls packed their chattels and moved in. From that time, our lives went tightly together. It is so tight I have to live in the foyer. I'm the entry girl. Hey - I take it - and I have my own room (except when somebody feels the urge to use bathroom - or a kitchen - or the entrance door...)
Bony and Buster are the best inmates ever. We're all girls, which makes it kinda hard (naggers, naggers, naggers) but our estrogen-overcrowded flat is fun place to be, at least usually.
Walls were painted, rooms girled-up and some unpleasant cooking begun.
We could all live happy to the end of the time but feather-head Buster introduced us to the Enemy of Man, Devil's Sprout, Mr. Two-Millions-Of-Millions-Times-More-Vicious-Than-That-Guy-From-Sex-Pistols, Destroyer of Plants, Furniture, Bags, and Us: a little ginger kitty. OK, he was really cute at first (like three seconds) but he showed us his true colors later (literary). The list of his misbehaving could go on and on and I don't think it's so important to write it here. I will just mention:
Attempting to kill anybody who eats
Attacking people knee-high - shaaaarp spurs
Soiling BandB's beds, bags, guitar cases and so on
Loud mewing in the night
Puking all over the place
did I mention soiling people's stuff?
He's being better now, growing and maturing, I guess, but still he does things which are not pleasant. I grew up on the farm, we had many cats. But the experience with an indoor cat was not here. He stinks. (It's just the kitty smell, he's not dirty or anything, I just don't like the kitty smell). He's a lot of work. Plus the vet bills.
He's a lot of fun, too. And he snuggles. And purrs. I don't like cat purring but he's so happy - who could not like him.
I'm not a cat person. I'm not much of a dog person, either. But I melt each time I live with the pet. Still, the tapir would be cooler.
Nobody did the dishes during the weekend.
That happens here. Not doing laundry happens here, too. And bickering, late night coming home, oversleeping, etc.
I like it this way.

This Girl Surely Loves a Bit of Fall!!!

That would be me. Thinking about the title of my first blog entry ever, I figured out I have nothing to figure out at the moment.
I love fall - who doesn't? Wait - probably loads of humans. Well, it is somehow unpleasant with it's raining, muddy roads and depressions but I happen to love fall. I just love the change which is apparent everywhere in the nature. And I love fall colors. And rain. And muddy roads.

Fall also means new semester - actually, my first one on the college. As usual, I'm postponing study and assignment as far as I can. Which is not good. It feels kinda weir, because I love my subject and I'm usually very happy to study and learn about something new and exciting. I just don't know. It's called being an idiot, I guess.
OK, maybe I don't really love college - I love just the part of being on the college. I love some classes, some I don't like at all. Like every part of life, there is the likable and unlikeable part. You love being grown-up but you miss your childhood carelessness. You love living with your friends - still it's so hard sometimes. You love kitties but there are moments you'd killed that slick hooligan so bad. And we just have to keep going and take those bad parts along. Everyone gets his/her fair share of crap. And although I'm not a whiner, crap gets me big times right now. Bad parts cumulate and they are raining on my head. One thing which comforts me is the fact that when it gets better, I will know it. And feel better.
I don't actually enjoy muddy roads. And I hate getting all wet and cold when walking to school. And the leaves are plain kitsch. Swallows are leaving and rooks are soiling our cars. Yet, I just love Fall!