I hardly know what to write about anymore.

Strike that.
I hardly know how to write anymore.
Let's try.

It's breaktime from studying and I'm posting a new post on my old blog.
That's a start.
My dog is lying nipples-down on the cool floor. When she licks my toes, in a I-love-my-owner kind of way, it feels extremely ticklish. Just like when the Gruppa(garuppa?) fishes ate the dead skin off my foot.
Not too bad.
My brother fooled around with the dried ice my mother brought back and we played ice hockey with the small chunks. Just a few days ago, he created this huge bubble with the sticky soft plastic goo that's squeezed out of every small aluminium tube which comes with a small yellow stick. It was so huge half my body could fit in. If I wanted to. He tried to be creative and stuck his head in. And managed to look extremely weird. No kid. Like Sandy in Spongebob.
It's getting longer.
And my brother just came back with my mother. Who tried to pretend she wasn't looking at what I was typing but all the same, mothers are inquisitive creatures, who have an extreme inclination towards their children's welfare. To which started being emo when I kept trying to cover the screen with my palms. Sigh, mothers. She dislikes my youngest brother's chinese teacher. The teacher who has an ego the size any guy shouldn't have. Hooray to complaining mothers. And now she's demanding my presence at the dinner table.
Great improvement, till next time.