"you know you wanna kiss de girl"
last night i had possibly the worst dream ever. its was something like my daddy got in this really bad wreck and he could barely talk and he couldn't move and the doctors said he had like 18 hours left and he was trying to tell me he loved me and that he'll miss me. oh my gosh i was so scared and i woke up at like 6:00 crying, i havent done that in years. i wanted to hug dad really bad. But i went to sleep and then woke up at 9:30 and gave him a really big hug. i was so scared that it was real and that i actually lost my dad, i don't quite know what would happen if i acutally lost him...i know it'll happen one day, but i dont want to deal with it right now...or anytime soon.
but i woke up and was the "old grandma" octavia says i am cause i read the paper and dad made me coffee. i got all my clothes and stuff packed up and went outside to help daddy work on the thingie we were building. then me and ma beck took louie for a run and i threw a stick in the pond for louie. then me and dad were "fighting." the conversation follows.
him--"you better be good from now until september first"
me--"or what"
him--"your butt'll be sittin home the first game"
me--"whatever you'd be lost and crying w.o. me"
him--"yea i guess you're right."
so that was the fight. thats what all our fights are like...but we came back out to momma's house and i finished reading the paper, ate mother's day lunch w. her, went "visiting" (went over to reletives houses), washed blue jeans, and listened to enough of the baseball game to know that we got slaughtered. so my day after lunch pretty much sucked. but my uncle bought a watermelon from buddy's and we had our traditional watermelon-on-sunday thing.
i dont wanna go to school tomorrow, but i have my first driving lesson after school...::scarcasm:: w00!
but i woke up and was the "old grandma" octavia says i am cause i read the paper and dad made me coffee. i got all my clothes and stuff packed up and went outside to help daddy work on the thingie we were building. then me and ma beck took louie for a run and i threw a stick in the pond for louie. then me and dad were "fighting." the conversation follows.
him--"you better be good from now until september first"
me--"or what"
him--"your butt'll be sittin home the first game"
me--"whatever you'd be lost and crying w.o. me"
him--"yea i guess you're right."
so that was the fight. thats what all our fights are like...but we came back out to momma's house and i finished reading the paper, ate mother's day lunch w. her, went "visiting" (went over to reletives houses), washed blue jeans, and listened to enough of the baseball game to know that we got slaughtered. so my day after lunch pretty much sucked. but my uncle bought a watermelon from buddy's and we had our traditional watermelon-on-sunday thing.
i dont wanna go to school tomorrow, but i have my first driving lesson after school...::scarcasm:: w00!