First of all, let me introduce one of my favorite cousins, Katherine. She was brought into this world on April 17^th, 1993. We’re always there for one another, like the time when we got lost somewhere and Katherine started crying. I’ve known her for basically all my life and right now, we’re definitely best buddies. Usually, Katherine gets in a lot, and I mean, a lot of trouble. You could say she’s a phone and computer aholic. She can actually talk on the phone, be on the computer, and listen to music all at the same time. She can do this for probably 5-10 hours straight.  

I must admit Katherine can get easily pissed. There was this one day where me and Katherine was talking about shoes online.

            “Eh? What shoes are you wearing right now,” I asked.

           

           “My Chucks you dork, what are you wearing?” replied Katherine.

           

           “Haha. Nice. I’m wearing my baby blue K-Swiss, you know, the ones you wanted before.”

           

           “Oh shut up, Chucks are beep better.”

           

           “Oh well, I don’t care, come on, they’re shoes.”

            “Yeah, but you have to have nice shoes. Jackie, be like me.”

           

           “Oh my beep god. Damn, I don’t care. Sheesh.”

           

          “Admit it, my shoes are better than yours, beep.”

           

          “I know that. I don’t care,” I said tiredly.            

           

          “Dude what the beep!” Katherine started to say.

 

 

I’m not quite sure about the conversation we had, but it led to her getting really angry. (A lot of cussing was in the conversation but I either beeped it out or didn’t say it at all).  She got so angry that she actually even blocked me on AIM (AOL Instant Messenger). After I found out what she did, I actually got pretty angry because she was really mad for no darn reason. I mean, come on, we were only arguing about shoes.

 

            On the other hand, I like Katherine for is her laugh. She can laugh so easily! Maybe it’s just me, but I’m always the person who makes her laugh so hard her side will start hurting.  I mean, I get all happy just seeing her laugh hard because I’m the only person who can make her laugh like that. I’ll just say something plainly, and she’ll start cracking up. If I say something in a funny but mean way, she’ll start laughing.  There was also this one time at one of her parties that she had, and we kept opening our relatives’ car doors. It was hilarious! (It doesn’t sound funny but it sure was.) There was a round curb in the middle of the street where cars turned around when one of our relatives’ cars passed by slowly, we’d open the car door and be like, “Excuse me, may I please have your license and insurance?” It was something like that anyway. We were doing stupid things all day long, cracking up, and having fun.

 

           

 

There was this other time where I swear I was so hyper! I had just finished eating a big scrumptious cookie. I started to act all hyper and I started to jump up and down. I even started crawling around her house and chasing her cat, Lis. Another thing I did was that I went to one of her rooms and we started eating shrimp chips. While we were eating, I was lying down on the bed on my side and I started to shove the chips in my mouth. The shrimp chips looked like sticks so I could stuff quite a number of them in my mouth and they ended up hanging out of my mouth and some were even falling out. Katherine and I started cracking up so badly after this and we even took pictures! She started cracking up so badly she nearly started crying.

 

           

 

 

Katherine and I love to act retarded or stupid, like the time we were at our niece’s 1^st b-day party. We stole around 5 balloons and started running around crazily. There was this big window where you could see through and see the restaurant from the sidewalk. We kind of looked like puppets that were strung from above. We looked so stupid in formal dresses and being weird and all. It’s actually really fun if you’re someone who can find it funny.

 

 

 

Katherine might not seem like much to you, or you could say she’s just “an average girl”, but you know, not everyone is just plain “normal”. What would you describe as normal? Katherine definitely amazes me and I really love her (cousinly love, come on now). She’s such an amazing person that even I find out more about her every day while I’m talking to her over the phone. I love spending time with her, anytime. If you first meet Katherine, first you’d be like, “ What a quiet person.” But then when you would start to get to know her, you’d be more like, “What a nice, laughing out loud fun person.” There are so many things I love about Katherine. It’d take day for me to describe though. I love my little cousin, and I hope we’ll always be together. Love you Katherine.

 

My special person is my grandfather,my mom's dad. I chose him baecause hi is a person I admire. He can always make me laugh at anytime.When I am really down, he will come out of nowhere and tell me something really or turn on the TV and find a channel that looks interesting. Something will happen, he will say something really funny, and I'll start cracking up and feel a lot happier.

My dad has wavy brown hair, has deep brown eyes, and is fairly tall. He is very supportive, and sometimes a little over supportive, making him slightly pushy. I knoww him as "Papa" or "Pa", Which is what you say in flemish. I like too hang on to him and wrestle him. My mom says it's almost embarrassing to walk with us down the street, half wrestling.H is sometimes serious, and a tiny bit "moody".that is only if his laser doesn't work (

                                      My special person is my Aunt Denise

    A time that I learned a lesson was right before sixth grade. I was fooling around at my house when I accidently kicked a table that had a drawing that my brother did on it. He yelled at me for almost kicking a drawing off the table.  I started egging him on about him  yelling at me for something as stupid as almost knocking off his drawing. He got so mad at me that he kicked me and broke my finger.
    The lesson I leaned was "Don't make my brother angry."

"Boo!"

I sprang out of a closet and started chasing my half sister Jonina down the stairs, Jonina.She is my favorite person in my giant family.Jonina is 5 years older than i am.She has short blonde hair and blue eyes.In the sunlight they look likea sparkling ocean and change colors if she turns in a different direcetion