I AM NOT KATNISS!

 Last Saturday, Charlie and I went to Derp's house just because we can.

 In his house, I am called Katniss. T'is a long story that few people know. I don't like being called Katniss on the grounds that being nicknamed after a bad-ass, fictional heroine is too much pressure for me to live up to. But I must bear with it.

  After Derp's class, we commuted to his house  (thanks Charlie for pointing out landmarks- we can totally invade their house when we feel like it) and Charlie demanded douchebeef (Corned beef but more awesome). I think we've totally established a ritual that whenever Charlie and I are at the Valdes residence, Derp has to cook douchebeef for us while we sit at the kitchen table talking about what we've been up to and what we're planning to do. Derp brought out a container of strawberries from their frigirifico. Charlie and I were like OMG NO TEMPTATION.

 While snacking away with Charlie, Derp was suddenly like, "Katniss, look away coz I'm gonna dance in front of the douchebeef now."

 Okaaaaay. Apparently, it's suppose to make the douchebeef cook better. I should've suggested he should give a cow a lap dance next time.

 After our meal, we went upstairs to the brothers' bedroom to watch "3 Idiots." Dork managed to arrive and catch the movie halfway. By the end of the movie, Dork commented, "Damn Indians! Toying with our emotions!"

 At one point while watching the movie, Derp's mom bursts in the room. And OMG she looks so much younger than her age, along with the pixie-ish cut.



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