The Alley Cats Gang link.

For all ye interested in joining the new blog, I'm putting up a link here, so that you can see the blog.

http://thealleycatsgang.blogspot.com/

If your interested, check it out!

KEEP ON ROCKING!

Nathaniel.

The Alley Cats.

Well, I'ma starting a new blog. YAY! But for all you dog lovers, it's about cats. BOO! I've been thinking about doing this for a while, and finally decided to see if it was worth my time.

Basically, the blog is about you (Yes, Ben, I MEAN YOU!) sorry, just wanted to scare all the Bens out there. Anyways. It's blog style posts through your fictional cat character. Say you want to have fun, and talk about how Buttons the cat had this totally weird cat nip trip, totally acceptable. Or maybe that time that Brushetta drank sour milk, and ended up barfing behind that one Chinese place out back, then the chef started beating her with a broom. Or maybe if Bernard had this hairball that made him cough so much, Bianca tried using the himelick manoeuvre, and how Bernard thinks that he was making a move on her (You read correctly.)

Whatever you want, get creative with it. I don't know, it might actually be fun.

OH OH! Or maybe even that time when Basho was watching Star Wars with his Owner Beth, and she just didn't get what the hell all the other guys were talking about, but the big furry one was saying suggestive things, that she thinks were out of place.

If you want to join in, just say so in the comments page.

KEEP ON- I'm not crazy, I swear.

Nathaniel.

So i was in the park when suddenly...

I'm entering a depression... I think. I just really hate the place I moved to is all, and I want to be home again. I'm actually starting to forget how certain people make me feel back home. Except you John, because you Skype me a lot. It sucks. It kind of hit hard when somebody asked me about school dances, or dances in general. I don't know why, but despite the fact that I have never been to a school dance, I have strong memories of them. Well, more like the repercussions of the next morning. The gossip of the night before, what happened and such. But one thing I do know, is that I hate them. Well, dances in general. I have been to those, and it is one of the most terrible things to endure, ever. I remember on my last visit to Saint John's I was at a dance, and I ended up (as always) in the corner, wishing I wasn't there, and that I was in the closest thing to home I had at the time, a cramped hotel room. Sole source of entertainment, my sister's copy of Twilight.

Here's a tip for knowing rock bottom. When you end up wanting to read Twilight, as a heterosexual male, and not even at the part where James comes in (shine on you crazy diamond) your there.

But for something of seemingly little value, it was of great importance. The concept of dance. I actually shed a tear, or six. All I know is that it was less than ten. I understand how important this is to the family, and our income, but to be tortured for money is even more unappealing than it sounds.

Depression is an annoyance. Almost more than Waldo. Whenever I find him he's always escaped and hidden again on the next page! I'm going to update pictures and stuff soon, and then there will be cake.