A Day For Giving Thanks

As a proud Asian, I usually don't celebrate Thanksgiving. But there's that little part of American in me that gives my two younger brothers the right to ask for it. This year they turned fourteen, a terribly annoying age. So this year I was woken at 5:40 to help my mother get everything ready. Father isn't allowed in the kitchen because he is a really bad cook. He manages to burn the strangest of things. The twins, Simon and Luke, sat on their asses all day while I slaved away in the kitchen. It got so ridiculous that I had to call Kana, my ex-girlfriend and best friend. With her help, we somehow managed to finish before four. I invited Shun over and we had a regular dinner. At least, as regular as a dinner with three teens, crazy twins, and four barely english speaking parents could have. Shun and I got into a fight...over the last piece of pie. Kana had to break us up. I've got a massive bruise on my shoulder. He may not know how to fight well but he can sure bite hard.

Kana left about an hour ago and Shun is sleeping next to Shamwow on the couch. Im tired. Too much playing video games. Goodnight world.

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Bastian Blue Sky

Thanksgiving Eve

My buddy who just went off to College this year, Shun, came back for the break. He used to live three houses down from where I am. It was extremely cold so the obvious thing to do was gather a bunch of friends and go to the tennis court. One of the guys brought along his step sister, a girl with a name that wasn't pronounceable. It reminded me of Nyan Cat. She was shy. And when I say shy, I mean amazingly shy. She could barely tell us her name, which doesn't matter because I forgot it anyways. We, me and her, played a game in which I won fifty to love. She wasn't bad. I was just too good for her. Shun won the rest of the games with me in second place.

After that, we got piled into Shun's car and drove down to the nearest cafe' for some coffee. I don't remember the name but the Chai they had was amazing. Everyone laughed at me because I didn't drink coffee like big boys. Everyone happens to be sitting in my room, terrorizing my cat, Shamwow. At one point I snapped at the quite girl, who I called Pop Tart, because she kept asking Richard if she could take the bus home. It was damn annoying.

When we were done there, we dropped off everyone who needed to leave and, all of us except for Ryan and Michael, went to play MW3 at at my house. Where we are now.

So what am I thankful for?

The fact that Shamwow had long claws. The better to scratch your eyes out, my pretty.

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Bastian Blue Sky

The Thing Called Bastian Aozora

How does one introduce themselves? Do I simply start with 'Hello, my name is Bastian J. Aozora and I live... Well, maybe I shouldn't say. After all, who knows what kind of crazy people are on blogging sites. How about a game of Q&A? Lets take random questions from the audience. Over there in the purple fedora. Yes you! How old am I? That's simple enough. Seventeen, madam. Now, now, no shouting. I'll get to everyone eventually. How about... this young lady with the hula-hoop sitting in the front. What's my favorite show? You won't believe it, but I love Full Metal Alchemist and Adventure Time. Best shows on the planet! Next question! You, Sir! You with the I Like Trains t-shirt. No, stop looking around, I'm talking to you. Where was I born? I was born seventeen years ago in Seoul, Korea, where my mother, Anne Kim, and father, Chiyo Aozora, were currently staying. I think that's all the time we have for now. Feel free to send in your questions by mail ;D But seeing as my laptop is dying, I must bid you all goodbye.


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