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Sunday, September 18, 2005

back home I always thought I wanted so much more now I'm not too sure 'cause sometimes I miss knowing someone's there for me

I'm home...I'm tired...I'm in some major pain...

This weekend I was asked about five times if at some point I was ever a blonde. I guess I kept doing some really dumb things...oh well. I had fun at Mock Chapter; I met some cool new people and assuming that I go to Mini-Honors in November, I should see a few of them again. Oh! Duh! We all said that we would try and get together this upcoming weekend or something like that. I know that K**** told me to call him if I need Chem help, b/c he's taking the same course. I hate being the smallest person...C**** picked me up and held me upside down! Which I am sure is going to make a really funny picture, but the rush of blood to my head was really not fun. And then K**** and C**** both thought that it was a brilliant idea to pick on me. I got called a spaz so many times...it doesn't help that I must have snapped my name tag back at myself about 10 times. That did hurt too. Plus, it's really easy to knock me down; so they kept hitting the back of my knees to unbalance me. They were nice enough to stand behind me to make sure I didn't fall to the ground. Thank you so much. Okay...I'm exhausted b/c I think that I only got a total of three hours of sleep. Thinking is not the easiest thing to do right now...so buenas noches!

[originally posted on my MySpace blog]

Thursday, September 15, 2005

and I know what must change f*** my face f*** my name they are brief and false advertisements for a soul I don't have something true I have lacked

I am leaving for Traverse City at noon tomorrow...won't be home until sometime Sunday afternoon. I don't even really get to come home and relax after the weekend; I have to go over my daddy's house and help him close up his pool. I am so exhausted right now and I have no idea why. Actually I have an idea, but I'm hoping it's wrong. I should probably go ahead and pack up my stuff tonight b/c there's no way that I am going to get up and do it in the morning. I'm barely going to get up early enough to shower. I have my alarm set for 9:00 am and it goes off at the same time seven days a week; you'd think that I could get myself out of bed before noon. Not the last couple of days. Yeah...I guess that I am going to pack my stuff...wait...I can't pack yet. I still need a bunch of my stuff in the morning. I guess I really do have to get up at 9:00. D***. I'm starting to ramble now, so...yeah...

[originally posted on my MySpace blog]

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

what's so amazing that keeps us star gazing & what do we think we might see someday we'll find it the rainbow connection the lovers the dreamers & me

Close your eyes...
And go back...
Before the Internet or the MAC...
Before semi automatics and crack...
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo...
Way back...
I'm talkin' bout hide and go seek at dusk...
Red light, Green light...
Playing kickball & dodgeball until your porch light came on...
Mother May I?...
Red Rover...
Hula Hoops...
Running through the sprinkler...
Happy Meals...

Wait...
Watchin' Saturday Morning cartoons...
Or what about Legends of the Hidden Temple, Global Guts, Double Dare...
And who could forget Snick, and Are You Afraid Of The Dark?...
Fat Albert, Road Runner, Smurfs, Picture Pages, G-Force & He-Man Wonder Woman...
Scooby Doo Underoos...
Playing Dukes of Hazard...
Catchin' lightning bugs in a jar...
Christmas morning...
Your first day of school...
Bedtime Prayers and Goodnight Kisses...
Climbing trees...
Getting an ice cream off the ice cream truck...
A million mosquito bites and sticky fingers...
Jumpin' on the bed...
Pillow fights...
Runnin ' till you were out of breath...
Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt...
Being tired from playin'...
Your first crush...
Rainy days at school meant playing "Heads up 7UP" in the classroom...

Remember?

I'm not finished yet...

Kool-Aid was the drink of the summer...
Giving your friends a ride on your handlebars...
Wearing your new shoes on the first day of school...
Class Field Trips...
When nearly everyone's mom was at home when the kids got there...
When a quarter seemed like a fair allowance, and another quarter a Miracle...
When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to carry groceries, and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it...
When your parents took you to McDonald's and you were so cool...
When being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home...
Basically, we were in fear for our lives but it wasn't because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc....
Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat!
And some of us are still afraid of 'em!
Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, "Yeah, I remember that!"

I want to go back to the time when...
Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo"...
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!"...
"Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest...
Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "monopoly"...
Catching fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening (still is!)...
It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends...
Being old, referred to anyone over 20...
The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties...
Nobody was prettier than Mom...
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better...
It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park...
Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true...
Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare"...
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles...
The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team...
Water balloons were the ultimate, ultimate weapon...
Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors...
If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED!!!
Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their "grown up" life...

I double dog dare you!

[originally posted on my MySpace blog]

Monday, September 5, 2005

I will not follow you into a perfect grave I will not stand here while you throw it all away but I'll keep hoping that you won't fall in all the way

My brother is an immature moron. And I say that with love. When you can't get along with your parents and they are just as f***ing stubborn as you are; don't think that you're going to win the war, let alone the god d*** battle. Thanks to the retardation of my brother, I don't know what I am going to do for food today. He decided that he can go out whenever he wants, drive where ever he wants, do whatever he wants and to hell with what his parents say. So...he successfully pissed our mother off and now we're not going to my grandparents' house for a BBQ. And if I go into the kitchen to make some food, that means I have to come into contact with my mother. So not something that I want to do right now. I really don't want to endure the wrath of my psychotic mother, because even if you're not the one she's mad at, you still get a healthy dose of her anger when interacting with her. I cannot even understand anything that he does either because I am nothing like him. I would rather avoid confrontation than create it. If gas wasn't so damn expensive, I would just go out and drive around to avoid my family for the day. Maybe I'll take my youngest two brothers and we'll go over my grandparents' house without my mom and stepdad. Although...leaving my mom alone with my brother is probably a bad idea. She has a bad temper and so does he...and neither is very good at controlling it. They just act as catalysts for each other. My mother and brother could end up on the 6 o'clock news if left alone in their current states. And I'm not joking...that's the scary part.

[originally posted on my MySpace blog]

Saturday, September 3, 2005

I hurt myself today to see if I still feel I focus on the pain the only thing that's real

I hurt my hand yesterday and now I keep re-hurting it! (my bedroom door jam jumped out and hit my hand, hard!) Tonight I went over my grandma's and my brother, my daddy and I installed her new garage door opener/motor. That was interesting to say the least. My grandma fed me and my brother dinner though. That was very kind of her. I think it has to do more with her Italian genes than anything else though! She is always feeding us! It's a good thing that she can cook...even though I swear that I can feel my arteries clogging as I eat her cooking! My brother (the 17 y/o), the awesome child that he is (hahahahah!), just made me a grilled cheese sandwich and he actually did a good job! He's not a bad cook; he just doesn't care, I think. Whatever...not important...ciao dahling!

[originally posted on my MySpace blog]