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Got quite a bit of news and whatnots...
First off, I performed my expressionism thing in theatre today. I was shaking durring it and almost could'nt say "scene" through holding back tears. I even got really choked up while explaining the whole process. I didn't know how hard my own, simple performance would hit me. I wish all of my class could have seen it. They would have enjoyed it...I hope. Thank you so much for the help Andrea (and Tony, though you're not on LJ).
New developments:
I got called yesterday and found out I was accepted to NAU. I think I will probably end up just staying down here and going to ASU West, though.
There's a charity book thing on the 11th. I read about it in the paper. It's at the fairgrounds. 600,000 books for sale, from $1 and up, and all the proceeds are going to charity. Cheap books, yet from what I read, there are SO MANY rare finds and classics. OMG I WANT TO GO! Kay, my friend from work, said she'd take me. I have to take my ACT's that morning, too.
It is with a heavy heart that I announce that I am moving. DON'T WORRY FRIENDS! I'm still going to go to Peoria High School. The school won't formally know about it, though my teachers will be told, and I'll talk to Mr. Kellar about it, becasue he's cool like that. I am only moving a half mile south on 75th ave...actually, not even half a mile. I'm moving in with my "aunt" Gwen and her son, my "big brother", Seth. It's gonna take about 2 weeks to get everything set up for the transition, but yeah...
If you don't know the situation (which you probably don't cause I haven't talked too much about it), things in the house have gone past the point of ridiculousness. I have come to the suspicion of Greg using meth more than "recreationally". He admitted that he and Julie party about once or twice a month with the stuff, but Greg is being wierd. I can't say that some of his claims might be justified, but this house is now full of suspicion from one person to the other. Greg has crossed a line in his suspicions, too, and I won't tolerate it, especially having such ridiculous acts pointing to me.
I also have not felt like a part of the family for a year, if not more. The constant stress and tension in this house, the talking behind everyone's back...it's not healthy for me to be around and it's effecting my mood, my sleep, and my school.
I spoke with Greg about moving out and he saw it coming. He and I talked civilly about matters, and we both agree it's in the better interest of me and everyone else to move before summer. I knew it would come to this. I'm a bit scared, because I know life will change drastically. I also won't have internet...GHA...well, at least not right away. I don't know what's gonna happen.
Anywho, Greg is letting me take everything, furniture and all. He was going to give it to me for college, anyway. The bed, the dresser, the computer, the desk, the end table, the TV stand...It's all mine to take with me. Awfully generous, and I thank him.
I regret that things have gotten to this point. I harbor no hard feelings towards Greg in regards to moving out. Honestly, I owe everything to him, including who I am. Under his roof, I discovered who I am and I accomplished more than I ever dreamed possible in high school. I will be forever grateful and will always consider him like a father to me...
But it's time to move on. I know what things aren't right and when it's time to do better for myself. I may need my friends a bit more in this transitionary period. Guys, just keep in mind that if I seem stressed or if I seem that things just aren't quite right...well, this is probably why. This is going to be a rough time for me. I'm gonna need your help.
First off, I performed my expressionism thing in theatre today. I was shaking durring it and almost could'nt say "scene" through holding back tears. I even got really choked up while explaining the whole process. I didn't know how hard my own, simple performance would hit me. I wish all of my class could have seen it. They would have enjoyed it...I hope. Thank you so much for the help Andrea (and Tony, though you're not on LJ).
New developments:
I got called yesterday and found out I was accepted to NAU. I think I will probably end up just staying down here and going to ASU West, though.
There's a charity book thing on the 11th. I read about it in the paper. It's at the fairgrounds. 600,000 books for sale, from $1 and up, and all the proceeds are going to charity. Cheap books, yet from what I read, there are SO MANY rare finds and classics. OMG I WANT TO GO! Kay, my friend from work, said she'd take me. I have to take my ACT's that morning, too.
It is with a heavy heart that I announce that I am moving. DON'T WORRY FRIENDS! I'm still going to go to Peoria High School. The school won't formally know about it, though my teachers will be told, and I'll talk to Mr. Kellar about it, becasue he's cool like that. I am only moving a half mile south on 75th ave...actually, not even half a mile. I'm moving in with my "aunt" Gwen and her son, my "big brother", Seth. It's gonna take about 2 weeks to get everything set up for the transition, but yeah...
If you don't know the situation (which you probably don't cause I haven't talked too much about it), things in the house have gone past the point of ridiculousness. I have come to the suspicion of Greg using meth more than "recreationally". He admitted that he and Julie party about once or twice a month with the stuff, but Greg is being wierd. I can't say that some of his claims might be justified, but this house is now full of suspicion from one person to the other. Greg has crossed a line in his suspicions, too, and I won't tolerate it, especially having such ridiculous acts pointing to me.
I also have not felt like a part of the family for a year, if not more. The constant stress and tension in this house, the talking behind everyone's back...it's not healthy for me to be around and it's effecting my mood, my sleep, and my school.
I spoke with Greg about moving out and he saw it coming. He and I talked civilly about matters, and we both agree it's in the better interest of me and everyone else to move before summer. I knew it would come to this. I'm a bit scared, because I know life will change drastically. I also won't have internet...GHA...well, at least not right away. I don't know what's gonna happen.
Anywho, Greg is letting me take everything, furniture and all. He was going to give it to me for college, anyway. The bed, the dresser, the computer, the desk, the end table, the TV stand...It's all mine to take with me. Awfully generous, and I thank him.
I regret that things have gotten to this point. I harbor no hard feelings towards Greg in regards to moving out. Honestly, I owe everything to him, including who I am. Under his roof, I discovered who I am and I accomplished more than I ever dreamed possible in high school. I will be forever grateful and will always consider him like a father to me...
But it's time to move on. I know what things aren't right and when it's time to do better for myself. I may need my friends a bit more in this transitionary period. Guys, just keep in mind that if I seem stressed or if I seem that things just aren't quite right...well, this is probably why. This is going to be a rough time for me. I'm gonna need your help.