not creative enough to come up with a subject
The day before yesterday...
I ate lunch with Chris and he gave me a Third Eye Blind CD.. it made me feel odd because I didn't spend anything on him, but I did fix a little goodie tin for him. Then I bought him lunch. After all that, I went to where Hillary was babysitting three little boys. They were SO well behaved. Hillary told me the latest gossip... I forgot to remind her that next time she sees Mrs. Jackie to ask her for the address where Will is in Utah. I wonder if she'll even give it out... I would just really like to write him to let him know that I support him and stuff... would he care?
I came home and helped my mom with yardwork and she kept trying to get my brother to come over also. He finally did an hour before darkness.
"It took you about two hours to get here. What were you doing?"
"Playing video games. I didn't want to come here."
"Oh, nice. I love you, too."
Later on I mentioned to him that he always had to make people wait on him. He isn't dependable. We argued until my mom convinced me it wasn't worth it. My brother and I got over it and took the yard waste to the recycling center thingie.
That night I went out with Melanie and a whole bunch of people I didn't know. We went to the pool hall where I succumbed to peer pressure. We then tried going to the Daily Grind but it was closed, so we went to IHOP. Melanie had an attack because her blood sugar was very high. To make a long story short, I got home 30 minutes after curfew (big deal) and the oldest people (20, 23?) there walked me to my door to explain to my mom what had happened. She still got angry with me in front of these strangers, and I broke down because i knew it would happen. Maybe she didn't appreciate strangers telling her why it wasn't my fault that I was late, but why couldn't she care about Melanie? Well, she does but...
oh well, it's over now.
My aunt came yesterday. I'm glad. My great aunt called yesterday afternoon wanting to talk to a ________ (my last name), I thought "well what am I... a half breed?" She thought my aunt was going to visit her. My great aunt is slowly losing her mind, I think, but no one wants to say that.
Today is Christmas Eve. I'll be going to the service at church (like the good girl I am) and then to Guido Gardens.
I want to know who I am. Am I the Christian I think I am, or am I wanting to be one of the crowd? Is that the same question twice? I don't know what I am or who my real friends are. Maybe I'm paranoid. The only time I feel comfortable is when I'm in my car with my music, or sitting alone watching a movie that none of my friends like (like Girl, Interrupted).
Help?
I ate lunch with Chris and he gave me a Third Eye Blind CD.. it made me feel odd because I didn't spend anything on him, but I did fix a little goodie tin for him. Then I bought him lunch. After all that, I went to where Hillary was babysitting three little boys. They were SO well behaved. Hillary told me the latest gossip... I forgot to remind her that next time she sees Mrs. Jackie to ask her for the address where Will is in Utah. I wonder if she'll even give it out... I would just really like to write him to let him know that I support him and stuff... would he care?
I came home and helped my mom with yardwork and she kept trying to get my brother to come over also. He finally did an hour before darkness.
"It took you about two hours to get here. What were you doing?"
"Playing video games. I didn't want to come here."
"Oh, nice. I love you, too."
Later on I mentioned to him that he always had to make people wait on him. He isn't dependable. We argued until my mom convinced me it wasn't worth it. My brother and I got over it and took the yard waste to the recycling center thingie.
That night I went out with Melanie and a whole bunch of people I didn't know. We went to the pool hall where I succumbed to peer pressure. We then tried going to the Daily Grind but it was closed, so we went to IHOP. Melanie had an attack because her blood sugar was very high. To make a long story short, I got home 30 minutes after curfew (big deal) and the oldest people (20, 23?) there walked me to my door to explain to my mom what had happened. She still got angry with me in front of these strangers, and I broke down because i knew it would happen. Maybe she didn't appreciate strangers telling her why it wasn't my fault that I was late, but why couldn't she care about Melanie? Well, she does but...
oh well, it's over now.
My aunt came yesterday. I'm glad. My great aunt called yesterday afternoon wanting to talk to a ________ (my last name), I thought "well what am I... a half breed?" She thought my aunt was going to visit her. My great aunt is slowly losing her mind, I think, but no one wants to say that.
Today is Christmas Eve. I'll be going to the service at church (like the good girl I am) and then to Guido Gardens.
I want to know who I am. Am I the Christian I think I am, or am I wanting to be one of the crowd? Is that the same question twice? I don't know what I am or who my real friends are. Maybe I'm paranoid. The only time I feel comfortable is when I'm in my car with my music, or sitting alone watching a movie that none of my friends like (like Girl, Interrupted).
Help?