A Place To Hang Your Hat
I believe I've brought this up, but there is a kid in Louisiana that was popularly believed to be Roy's (even though there was no testing or anything and the mother's word is far from... anything). And for those of you playing at home, Roy is my sister Maggie's hubby btw... Either way the mother was in the process of trying to get Roy to give her child support, even though she dumped the kid with some cousins and doesn't even watch him; or was that just a temporary thing. Either way, when my mom picked me up from work tonight she informed me that Maggie and Roy found out last night that he was killed in Hurricane Katrina... They were considering just taking him in. But now... that really sucks.
In a total shift of topic and mood, my brother Danny will be moving out to live with his best friend Daniel. Again, for those of you playing at home, he and his girlfriend Jackie had to move in a couple years ago when she got in that awful car accident and paying off the health bills sucked up all their money. *goes downstairs to conference with Danny*
Ok. He said he was here when I got in the car accident with Nate and Steph (yes Kulak/_sailor_moon, in case any one didn't know that), so he was here at the end of Junior year. I forgot that he was even around for senior year because I don't ever remember him giving me rides or anything. Of course, he had night classes at that time. Three years is a long time; to whatever extent Danny is capable of having moments, we might have just had one downstairs just now.
My mom asked on the way home again if I wanted to move down there. She's already forcing me to move my attire down there so it isn't sitting in a laundry basket in the dining room like it has been since... 6/7th grade? Then I would be using three bedrooms in the house overall and that's just silly. I already have the whole upstairs to myself. The difference is that the basement is one big connected room. I like being in cramped spaces. I'd need to have a bunch of stuff down there so I didn't feel barren and unhomey. But what would it take to do that? Painting dark yet earthy colours? Fake plants? Some Goodwill furniture? Wall tapestries? I mean... yeah. Lamps would be a must cuz flourescent lights are not my thing by any means. And there would need to be carpeting or rugs or something cuz it's quite cold.
I haven't slept on a bed since 7th or 8th grade. One time I got so sick that I was unable to go to school. But I don't think it was a full week... A Thanksgiving break of pre christmasy kind of thing I think cuz on Wednesday when I struggled off the couch to go get homework info I remember seeing Nate and Matt (scharf, pastors son, our friend) in the front lobby and the christmas tree was up... something. But after that I just took to sleepign in the living room every night. And it was half way or close to end of Junior year that I moved upstairs. I remember because, again using the car crash as a reference point, when I got home from the hospital I went upstairs to my room. So that's how I remember.
I could have a bed again. Danny's leaving his. And his dresser and entertainment center and all the rigth chords for hooking up my computer. I even know where I'd put my comic book shelf.
So I suppose the point of all of this is, do you guys think I should go against my aggressive hate of change and just move into the basement? Have a big apartment style space? I wouldn't be able to see the outside world, or see when people pull up. I'd still have sunlight though. And it'd be cooler in the summer. Anyone?
In a total shift of topic and mood, my brother Danny will be moving out to live with his best friend Daniel. Again, for those of you playing at home, he and his girlfriend Jackie had to move in a couple years ago when she got in that awful car accident and paying off the health bills sucked up all their money. *goes downstairs to conference with Danny*
Ok. He said he was here when I got in the car accident with Nate and Steph (yes Kulak/_sailor_moon, in case any one didn't know that), so he was here at the end of Junior year. I forgot that he was even around for senior year because I don't ever remember him giving me rides or anything. Of course, he had night classes at that time. Three years is a long time; to whatever extent Danny is capable of having moments, we might have just had one downstairs just now.
My mom asked on the way home again if I wanted to move down there. She's already forcing me to move my attire down there so it isn't sitting in a laundry basket in the dining room like it has been since... 6/7th grade? Then I would be using three bedrooms in the house overall and that's just silly. I already have the whole upstairs to myself. The difference is that the basement is one big connected room. I like being in cramped spaces. I'd need to have a bunch of stuff down there so I didn't feel barren and unhomey. But what would it take to do that? Painting dark yet earthy colours? Fake plants? Some Goodwill furniture? Wall tapestries? I mean... yeah. Lamps would be a must cuz flourescent lights are not my thing by any means. And there would need to be carpeting or rugs or something cuz it's quite cold.
I haven't slept on a bed since 7th or 8th grade. One time I got so sick that I was unable to go to school. But I don't think it was a full week... A Thanksgiving break of pre christmasy kind of thing I think cuz on Wednesday when I struggled off the couch to go get homework info I remember seeing Nate and Matt (scharf, pastors son, our friend) in the front lobby and the christmas tree was up... something. But after that I just took to sleepign in the living room every night. And it was half way or close to end of Junior year that I moved upstairs. I remember because, again using the car crash as a reference point, when I got home from the hospital I went upstairs to my room. So that's how I remember.
I could have a bed again. Danny's leaving his. And his dresser and entertainment center and all the rigth chords for hooking up my computer. I even know where I'd put my comic book shelf.
So I suppose the point of all of this is, do you guys think I should go against my aggressive hate of change and just move into the basement? Have a big apartment style space? I wouldn't be able to see the outside world, or see when people pull up. I'd still have sunlight though. And it'd be cooler in the summer. Anyone?