i officially don't like papa's apartment's living room couch. yeah, i do. actually, i don't like the living room anymore.


because it's my bedroom. yep, my bedroom.



why do i have to be so nice to my kid siblings? they sleep in the other bedroom--complete with two separate beds (one for each of 'em), cabinets and closets, and a desk. me? i get a couch. a couch! and i'm the eldest!

anyway, so that's where i sleep--the couch. i do get two pillows, while the other kids only have one. but they got soft mattresses and soft, clean comforters. i get a not-so-soft couch and a blanket that smells like old people. okay, maybe not old people. it smells ancient...eurgh!

well, it's not really as bad as it seems, since i get the TV and DVD player all i want. and i use papa's laptop until the wee hours of the morning (when i'm not sleepy yet--like today). it's just that, when it's time for breakfast, i have to be up. because the only way mom can get to the kitchen and cook is to go past the living room to the kitchen. duh, it's an apartment. it ain't a big house. so while the two other kids sleep as long as they want, i can't do that. and even if i sleep earlier than i usually do, say, like, 9 or 10 pm, i still have to wake up at 6 am.

why is life picking on me? *sniff*


by the way, i watched GOAL! today. Kuno Becker is a sweetie--not much of a hottie, but he looks really cute and sweet. and he plays some mean football. i love the game. i miss the game. GOAL!