sunday school sucks
hola. im dora. dora the explorer...
nothing too exciting...
friday night_moody,al _subway the place to be
On saturday i woke up early and went to work with my mom from 8-12, good thing i suppose, i got all my homework done. afterwards went to zoe's in forest park i got this really cool skirt and an awesome vintage (70s-80s) redsox shirt, despite the hole. next went to homewood, i lurve red rain- its all organic and natural- makeup,clothes,bath stuff, anything you can ever want.they even sell my uncle's homegrown blue grits (watch fox 6 monday night @ 10pm-oh theres a story, i can tell you a story). went to an antique shop found a really cool antique camera, wish i had more money. then went browsing in the brass bed- that place is gorgeous, wish my house could look like that. my mom and i went into this uppity(?) shoe store, the sales lady gave me a horrible look- no worries ill cut her up like a fish sandwich, biatch. lunch at mexacali- cheesy dip very thick {fromginia}had yuck margarita and saw the most popular girl in the school. think they are on to me.went to BAM bought milk it about the rise of alternative music in the 90s books are the best
sunday- went to church(greek orthodox,biatch) for the first time in a long time, running late but wore my cool new skirt. lady behind us who thought she was an opera singer, quite entertaining. dad made me go to sunday school (raises fist). "maybe its changed" yeah,ok. i was on the loser outside circle again while everyone bragged about their rich kid advantages, its so damn cliky and hypocritcal, but then again thats the christian way. we have a mentally retarded kid in there named gregory and everyone was mocking him, he was by himself hangin out at the window and people were saying, "go get him", "no i dont want to touch him" so i walked over there because every one else is an asshole and asked if he would like to go sit with us, he said yes and started to come with me but i didnt think he liked me so he stayed at the window , i dont blame him.then someone said "lets watch the game". i got up and walked out right in the middle of class, disguisted at humanity, no one even noticed.i was really upset and emotional, tried to find a place to cool down or cry or something but instead ran into my dad, told him everything and felt a little better, especially when he said he was wrong (a very shallow yet simple pleasure). gave my papou (greek for grandfather) a portrait of him that i did, more emotions- i love him he is the only real grandfather that i have and he has this alzhiemers-like disease-its so hard to see such a strong,funny, smart (went to vandy at 16 and graduated from there in 3years) mind deteriorate like that. i could go on and on but its probaly best i stop, i dont think ive been this crazy emotional in a long time. later i drove downtown with my parental unit supervising, best thing to do after a dramatic morning (it actually cheered me up a little)
i think i need a restoration or change in faith...