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So yes, i suppose im going to start writting in this shmagma. Mostly because ive had a lot of sleepless nights. Nothing keeping me from sleep besides my never ending minnnnnd. That drives me CRAZY! I layed in bed and those few moments right before you go into sleep where your brain going like 85897849064 miles an hour thinking in black adn white and all sorts of colors RED BLUE GREEN YELLOW you name it its there. It goes through all your thoughts of the day then all the way back to your first cat named FLOWER. well, my first pet named flower. SHEESH i even loved flowers then.oh, but yes. Then, WHAM. Your body jerks and you wake back up. I tend to day dream while im tossing and turning. Tonight i day dreamed about shifting on a dirt bike. I imagine my foot clikcing down then up the reving it and rob eating my dust. Even though he can go on his side wheels on the quad doesnt mean he cant eat my dust.
I got up and first tried to cuddle by my mom. She jumped and asked if i had to go to the bathroom-Must have been back in 1990 for her when i still wet the bed. GOOD TIMES. Then she fell back asleep. Faster then a baby i tell ya. She starts to breathe heavily then shhhhhhhhhpaaaaaaa SNORES. It sounds like a thunder storm and a 4 year old smashing lays potato chips under neath her chest. I say lays not only because its a fun word to say, but also because they are full-o greeZZEyness that needs to be showed to all the penut oil lovers out there. So yeah as you can tell all of this is just randomness that im going to read when im older and laugh and lauugghhh as i do now with my 101 Dalmation diary. ITS A HIT I TELL YOU. I had no idea what the word "horny" ment and i kept writting all over the back "TIM IS HORNY."This kid my best friend lauren and i totally had a huge crush on. Hes now living in FL married to a lovley boogie board teacher.
I remember last year. I did a lot with ryan fern rob jenna and sunea. Giving atomic wedgies. running around parks in our underwear. not knowing they would be on public display a few months down the road. Imagine, my dads face. PRICLESS. What stuff us kids put out parents through. As they did to theirs.
My parents are darling though. Much to be adored. My mom says Rob is a lot like dad. I see it in some ways. but not in others. Both are sweet and heart felt but can be moody beyond belife. And its not some how manage to love them but some how manage them to love me.
Rob started loving me for tree houses and tire swings. You know, the good stuff in life. Sitting on our front portch in the winter time out in the boon docks, making fun of our kids dropping their books in the snow while trying to get on the bus. Then running back inside and sliding around on our socks and cleaning up yummy sugar coated oat meal.
Who knows, maybe i live in a fantacy land. One without correct spelling.
Sometimes i just get in these moods and love to write. In school, 5th grade in particluar i wrote short stories as a hobby. My teacher always leaving comments about a wonderful story with very "unique" spelling as Miss Cross would put it. Jeff muray and eddie white sat at my table. Oh yeah and kelly nutter. Jeff was chubby and darling.
Always making me laugh. Eddie being my 5th grade crush i always blushed at. With my black chuck tazmanien devil high tops of course. That year for dare i had to read my
report about D.A.R.E infront of the whole school and parents. Ive always been LA PATITE so the officer infront of the whole crowd put a box by the stand and mic for me to stand on. I about died. The whole time i read my lips were practicaly sealed. People always said i talked likei had a secret all the time. My mouth never fully opening, quiet, with a slight grin.
I miss riding. I never got good, not even close. i just enjoyed flowing around and just being alone. Never been a big fan riding with a big crowd. Even with just ryan fern and rob.
I miss jimi little payne as well. He had a killer giggle. One that would make your belly churn. like a good bowl of trix cereal. So tall and skrony.
Roberta. Ohhhh my little roberta. The one that makes me giggle the most. You just look at him and can be happy. His smile makes you ...well, i dont know to tell you the truth. Its just unbelivable. Like a dance. One that no body can remember the steps to but, its intruiging. You love it and want more of it. The blonde curls and random colored eyes. Blue or bluish green. Eveyday they change. Rob laughs. Rob laughs a lot. rob laughs when you fart. or when he scares you. Or when he picnhes the back of your arm or leg. Sometimes rob gets in bad moods. so you tickle his butt crack through his pants and he gets even madder.thats right. MADDER. At first i was so sad when he got in those moods but now i just know that its roberta. being roberta. i know i get like that when someone eats a fry off my plate or yells at me.
Roberta. Whether hes on a quad making dust go in your eyes. Or your on the back wearing a helmet twice the size of your head going so fast with mudd flying up your pants and sticking to your glow in the dark legs, or your just sitting across a room, sticking tounges out at each other. Its all so swonderful. Give him a rock star or red bull, or a kiss on the cheek and watch him shoot the moon. He collects light houses and ships. Maybe i will build him a ship with a light house on it. After all, isnt that what all ships need? Youd never be lost in the dark.
Robs like peter pan. MY HEROOOOO WOWTOWOTWKTW. Sometimes he drves the jeep real fast. and lets fern and i drive it. and we defonitaly jerk it back adn forth. fern stalling it....muuuahahah. rob also is facinated with tires. and watching them move. he should justBE a tire. Thatas what i told him. "MAN ROB YOUR FACE IS A TIRE."
I sat on a block of cement by this colored waterfall in grove city one night. Probably day dreaming about mowing the grass or soemthing who knows...them WHAM. This massive rock whihc i thought was a meteor {ITS MY LUCKY METEOR!} hit the water. I scream, BARLEY fall in and turn around to see pan himself. Cackling up a storm. Mocking me of course. He always flails his arms when he makes fun of me. I dont do that thought?Maybe when he thinks of me im like grjneuigejnguioengunreguien all over the place or seomthing. No one knows what goes on in that bird brains head. Not even bird brain himself sometimes i dont think. You never know what hes thinking or whats going to come outof his mouth. i do know though that the first time he throws a bucket of ice cold water on me in the shower im going to go collect a pile of old MOLDY grass, some FRESH tomatos, and top it off with some hummus that he despises so much....rub it in his face....and hide his inhailor. MUAHAH. sike i wouldnt do that. Maybe ujust shove a pilla over his face like he does for me. {"STICK YER HEAD UP A DONKEYS BUTT AND WATCH THEM GASP FOR AIR."}
Movie quotes rule.
Mostly ones from herold and maude.
whihc i rarley quote. so im not sure why i even put that. Probably because its one of the best movies of all time.
Ihave convention in 4 hours so i suppose i should get some sleep now.
RII-ER-EEZY.