No one here wants to fight me like you do....
Ok here is the second part of my California adventures....
Saturday- Went with my boys to go help some friends of Joe move into their new house in Lincoln. Since I am hardcore and can lift heavy boxes like its nothing, I was useful. After we were done we went to In-N-Out and I ate a 4x4 like it was nothing since I havent had that shit since like May. It was soooo good, goddamn. We went bowling again that night, and afterwards went to Joe's and met up with Karen and we watched the first 20 min of Napoleon Dynamite but then Joe's mom kicked us out and we had to go home.
Sunday- Went to my old church. I was crying the whole time. The whole 3 hours just tear after tear down my face. I actually sat through all of church and payed attention and felt the spirit again, I havent felt it in so long. Everyone was hugging me and telling me to come back home and saying how much they missed me. Seriously. That is my family right there. See why I stopped going to church in Texas, its cause no one here knows I even exist or try to get to know me, they all look at me funny. I want my old church back. Anyways, I went to gospel doctrine class and I sat with Jared and.....McKay!!! McKay goes to Berkely now, which is awesome, and hes still cute, I was all giggly and shit, and it was so cool to see him. All the kids my age were gone and off to school at BYU or wherever, only McKay and Rachel were home to visit, and Jared hasnt gone of too school yet. But other than that, everyone was gone. But all the older people were telling me to come back and I was just crying my eyes out I was getting so many hugs. I have to go back, I have to.... Saying goodbye again was so hard for me. That night me and Garrett went bowling with Tony, and that night I couldnt sleep, I was so bummed out, so I just laid there awake with Garrett until 3 AM just talking and shit....
Monday- I woke up on time right, and Mike came to get me....and we went to LaBou....and I said "Mike....dont go to the airport." So we didnt. We drove to Woodland instead. I honestly dont know what I was thinking. I just wasnt going to get on that plane. Soooo....I was at Mikes house the rest of the day. I called my mom at 3 and said "Mom...I missed my flight." My mom was not mad at all. She was so calm. She said "Ali...how are we going to get you home?" "The bus, I refuse to fly." "Ok then, the bus it is. I dont kow why you did this....but I understand." She was being so calm about all this, while my dad was yelling and screaming in the background about how he was going to kill me when I get home. I love my mom. She puts up with my shit too much and I wish I wasnt such a bad kid. But she said "I cant blame you for not wanting to leave....I wish we could keep you back there somehow." Dammit. Anyways, I went out with Mike and his friends that night and we drove to Davis and went drifting. Hahaha that was so much fun. Came back to Mikes and we stayed up and watched tv all night until we fell asleep.
Tuesday-Thursday- The bus ride. Many adventures, its an experience I'll never forget, but I will never take the bus again. I'm just glad that I made it home alive.
But anyways, my trip was so much fun. I miss my friends so much. I miss everything. While I was there, I would sit and think about how here in Houston....I'm not going anywhere. I'm so stuck. I'm tired of being here, working as a temp, unhappy, not in school, broke, and getting into trouble. Me and my mom were talking last night, and she said "Its funny how a few years ago, I would pray and pray for god to give me my own house, and all these other things that we have now. And then all of a sudden, our prayers were answered, but its like, ok, are we happy? No. I realize now that, I should have been more grateful for what little we had then instead of wanting more and getting it but ending up unhappy." I said, "Mom, its nice to have my own room, and a new car, and this nice new house we live in...but I'm not happy. I would have rather stayed in that house on Seeno, I would rather still be sharing a room with Mikayla, and driving the hoopty, because back then, I was happy. Here.....I dont know what I am, its scary."
My parents told me that I can move back whenever I want this year, as soon as I have enough money to do it. I'm so in debt to my dad. I'm trying so hard, the past year I've tried and tried....I feel like I'm closer to getting there... I just hope it falls through. I really cant stay here anymore because if I do, I dont know, I dont know where I'll end up, and that scares me so much.
Anywhoo, I worked 12 hours yesterday, 12 today, and probably 12 more tomorrow. Fuckin job......fuckin factory-wide inventory count, arrrr.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo-Ali.
Saturday- Went with my boys to go help some friends of Joe move into their new house in Lincoln. Since I am hardcore and can lift heavy boxes like its nothing, I was useful. After we were done we went to In-N-Out and I ate a 4x4 like it was nothing since I havent had that shit since like May. It was soooo good, goddamn. We went bowling again that night, and afterwards went to Joe's and met up with Karen and we watched the first 20 min of Napoleon Dynamite but then Joe's mom kicked us out and we had to go home.
Sunday- Went to my old church. I was crying the whole time. The whole 3 hours just tear after tear down my face. I actually sat through all of church and payed attention and felt the spirit again, I havent felt it in so long. Everyone was hugging me and telling me to come back home and saying how much they missed me. Seriously. That is my family right there. See why I stopped going to church in Texas, its cause no one here knows I even exist or try to get to know me, they all look at me funny. I want my old church back. Anyways, I went to gospel doctrine class and I sat with Jared and.....McKay!!! McKay goes to Berkely now, which is awesome, and hes still cute, I was all giggly and shit, and it was so cool to see him. All the kids my age were gone and off to school at BYU or wherever, only McKay and Rachel were home to visit, and Jared hasnt gone of too school yet. But other than that, everyone was gone. But all the older people were telling me to come back and I was just crying my eyes out I was getting so many hugs. I have to go back, I have to.... Saying goodbye again was so hard for me. That night me and Garrett went bowling with Tony, and that night I couldnt sleep, I was so bummed out, so I just laid there awake with Garrett until 3 AM just talking and shit....
Monday- I woke up on time right, and Mike came to get me....and we went to LaBou....and I said "Mike....dont go to the airport." So we didnt. We drove to Woodland instead. I honestly dont know what I was thinking. I just wasnt going to get on that plane. Soooo....I was at Mikes house the rest of the day. I called my mom at 3 and said "Mom...I missed my flight." My mom was not mad at all. She was so calm. She said "Ali...how are we going to get you home?" "The bus, I refuse to fly." "Ok then, the bus it is. I dont kow why you did this....but I understand." She was being so calm about all this, while my dad was yelling and screaming in the background about how he was going to kill me when I get home. I love my mom. She puts up with my shit too much and I wish I wasnt such a bad kid. But she said "I cant blame you for not wanting to leave....I wish we could keep you back there somehow." Dammit. Anyways, I went out with Mike and his friends that night and we drove to Davis and went drifting. Hahaha that was so much fun. Came back to Mikes and we stayed up and watched tv all night until we fell asleep.
Tuesday-Thursday- The bus ride. Many adventures, its an experience I'll never forget, but I will never take the bus again. I'm just glad that I made it home alive.
But anyways, my trip was so much fun. I miss my friends so much. I miss everything. While I was there, I would sit and think about how here in Houston....I'm not going anywhere. I'm so stuck. I'm tired of being here, working as a temp, unhappy, not in school, broke, and getting into trouble. Me and my mom were talking last night, and she said "Its funny how a few years ago, I would pray and pray for god to give me my own house, and all these other things that we have now. And then all of a sudden, our prayers were answered, but its like, ok, are we happy? No. I realize now that, I should have been more grateful for what little we had then instead of wanting more and getting it but ending up unhappy." I said, "Mom, its nice to have my own room, and a new car, and this nice new house we live in...but I'm not happy. I would have rather stayed in that house on Seeno, I would rather still be sharing a room with Mikayla, and driving the hoopty, because back then, I was happy. Here.....I dont know what I am, its scary."
My parents told me that I can move back whenever I want this year, as soon as I have enough money to do it. I'm so in debt to my dad. I'm trying so hard, the past year I've tried and tried....I feel like I'm closer to getting there... I just hope it falls through. I really cant stay here anymore because if I do, I dont know, I dont know where I'll end up, and that scares me so much.
Anywhoo, I worked 12 hours yesterday, 12 today, and probably 12 more tomorrow. Fuckin job......fuckin factory-wide inventory count, arrrr.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo-Ali.