THE FRAY WAS AWESOME.
I must sleep now.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
I guess this is over now,
I guess it's called a falling out.
BLAH!
TODAY SUCKED.
Well, kinda.
The part involving my mother sucked.
It’s a bit better now.
Friday was so awesome that maybe it must be canceled out with the suckyness of today.
I have so much to say
"I thought of all the things I’d like to say, cramped up and couldn’t write a word all day.”
this sums it all up.
Put that in your oven and bake it, or shoot me in the face.
Preferably the later of the two.
(All this talk of wanting to be shot is out of pure misery, nothing more. So do not shoot me in the face, give me a hug and a solution to this.)
shoot me in the face
BLAH!
TODAY SUCKED.
Well, kinda.
The part involving my mother sucked.
It’s a bit better now.
Friday was so awesome that maybe it must be canceled out with the suckyness of today.
I have so much to say
"I thought of all the things I’d like to say, cramped up and couldn’t write a word all day.”
this sums it all up.
Put that in your oven and bake it, or shoot me in the face.
Preferably the later of the two.
(All this talk of wanting to be shot is out of pure misery, nothing more. So do not shoot me in the face, give me a hug and a solution to this.)
shoot me in the face
Monday, September 7, 2009
You'll never have to be alone
Happy Labor Day.
bllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
My mother may or may not leave me alone in Decatur for two or more weeks soon.
This should be interesting.
I DON'T WANT TO GO TO HIGH SCHOOL ...
BRING ON THE COLLEGE
bllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
My mother may or may not leave me alone in Decatur for two or more weeks soon.
This should be interesting.
I DON'T WANT TO GO TO HIGH SCHOOL ...
BRING ON THE COLLEGE
Friday, September 4, 2009
Oh, awesome
This is my life:
I’m on the computer, Instant Messaging my best friend (and brother, like I do every night) via my dial up internet.
Shamefully listening to country music I wouldn’t admit to listening to to save my life (well, that’s a lie).
My mother is on the pullout bed behind me sleeping (or reading every word I type)
I just facebook IMed my cousin in the guest pink flowery room who is too involved with World of Warcraft to respond back to my “So, anything more entertaining going on in there” (there are about 57 sexual innuendoes to that question)
All the while I’m sitting on an ottoman that hurts my back because the one ACTUAL computer chair is otherwise occupied by my aunt, who is also here to visit, because she needs it to better mobilize herself with her walker because she slipped and tore her Achilles tendon.
My grandmother who was once married to my schizophrenic grandfather is next to her snoring louder than a dying beached whale.
I’m typing this out on Microsoft word because I make too many spelling errors to type this elsewhere.
This isn’t even half the story.
Also, I’ll most likely put this in a blog...
and going to a family reunion tomorrow.
Not to repeat myself...but... If you have a heart, and the smallest amount of kindness in that heart you'll save me.
I’m on the computer, Instant Messaging my best friend (and brother, like I do every night) via my dial up internet.
Shamefully listening to country music I wouldn’t admit to listening to to save my life (well, that’s a lie).
My mother is on the pullout bed behind me sleeping (or reading every word I type)
I just facebook IMed my cousin in the guest pink flowery room who is too involved with World of Warcraft to respond back to my “So, anything more entertaining going on in there” (there are about 57 sexual innuendoes to that question)
All the while I’m sitting on an ottoman that hurts my back because the one ACTUAL computer chair is otherwise occupied by my aunt, who is also here to visit, because she needs it to better mobilize herself with her walker because she slipped and tore her Achilles tendon.
My grandmother who was once married to my schizophrenic grandfather is next to her snoring louder than a dying beached whale.
I’m typing this out on Microsoft word because I make too many spelling errors to type this elsewhere.
This isn’t even half the story.
Also, I’ll most likely put this in a blog...
and going to a family reunion tomorrow.
Not to repeat myself...but... If you have a heart, and the smallest amount of kindness in that heart you'll save me.
I feel like I’m watching the same movie over and over again.
Either my life, and the people in it, are super predictable, or I am telepathic.
It’s not as convenient as it sounds.
It's more like mind numbing.
Honestly, I probably only have myself to blame.
It’s not as convenient as it sounds.
It's more like mind numbing.
Honestly, I probably only have myself to blame.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I really hate the local news.
Tonight I got up and spoke/shared with my youth group.
(I realize how lame that sounds, but that basically is what I did and there’s no way to get around the lameness.)
I forgot a few things I wanted to say.
“Uhm” and “basically” were my main words used.
We don’t have school next Monday thanks to good old Labor Day.
BUT lucky old me will most likely not be able to enjoy this three day weekend.
The family is coming.
And when my family comes to town, the nice side of my mother leaves.
She becomes pure evil when they’re here. (She's half way there already. She can feel them coming)
NO MATTER WHAT I DO I WILL PISS HER OFF. ( I have already, doing NOTHING. Doing only what I do any other day.)
Throughout my 17 years I have tired numerous ways of going about my dreaded family visits in hopes of a positive outcome, all of which have ended in failure.
I hope this one will be different.
But that’s …. most likely NOT going to happen.
She morphs into super mom evil woman EVERY SINGLE TIME her family is around.
I don’t mind my family visiting.
I mind my mother being EVIL while they’re here.
And it’s always “HER family” not mine.
Not my family. My family is in Bearcreek.
They’re hers, all hers.
Yet I’m forced to be around them EVERY second they are around.
I CAN’T STAND THIS!
SHE ALSO WONT GET REGULAR INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you have a heart shoot me.
(I realize how lame that sounds, but that basically is what I did and there’s no way to get around the lameness.)
I forgot a few things I wanted to say.
“Uhm” and “basically” were my main words used.
We don’t have school next Monday thanks to good old Labor Day.
BUT lucky old me will most likely not be able to enjoy this three day weekend.
The family is coming.
And when my family comes to town, the nice side of my mother leaves.
She becomes pure evil when they’re here. (She's half way there already. She can feel them coming)
NO MATTER WHAT I DO I WILL PISS HER OFF. ( I have already, doing NOTHING. Doing only what I do any other day.)
Throughout my 17 years I have tired numerous ways of going about my dreaded family visits in hopes of a positive outcome, all of which have ended in failure.
I hope this one will be different.
But that’s …. most likely NOT going to happen.
She morphs into super mom evil woman EVERY SINGLE TIME her family is around.
I don’t mind my family visiting.
I mind my mother being EVIL while they’re here.
And it’s always “HER family” not mine.
Not my family. My family is in Bearcreek.
They’re hers, all hers.
Yet I’m forced to be around them EVERY second they are around.
I CAN’T STAND THIS!
SHE ALSO WONT GET REGULAR INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you have a heart shoot me.
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